Diary of the Crazy Shaniqua Bello

BROWNIES Part 1

BROWNIES (1)

Elvis was in the kitchen by the time I stepped out of the room and I could hear him whistling with the sound of the microwave and filling the entire house with its homely ambiance.

I didn't know what to do in that period, I mean, what was a staff supposed to do in the house of her boss? How was I supposed to behave? The only reason why I came here was to help him fold his clothes anyway. These thoughts were running through my head when I sighted a plate of brownies perfectly placed on the dining table.

So here's the thing: I'm s sucker for cocoa. You can kill me with anything that's brown and tastes nice.

I didn't know if I was overstepping my bounds by grabbing a few brownies before I went to settle on one of the couches, but I grabbed a few and went to settle on one of the couches.

The first thing I noticed when I bit on the chocolatey goodness was how different it tasted—it was weird in an absolutely great way and as soon as I was done with the one in my hands, I ran over to get more and it was in the middle of me grabbing more that Elvis walked into the living room with a tray in his hands.

"I'm here..." he had his mouth wide open when he caught me stuffing my mouth with the brownies. "Ah! Jesu!" Elvis screamed the word, "Jesus" in Yoruba for the first time.

"Sir?" I said with a mouthful of brownies.

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