Never Again, Social Media Love

I need to save myself from my mom

"I don't how you'll learn Ekom. Na you get dream but na you wey no wan take am seriously." My mom scolded from the phone. "Honestly I'm really tired of your case. I went to church last Sunday and I was called out on behalf of you. I don't know how a mother can help her child again."

My ears were tickling at the sound of mom's voice. I remained quiet for her to finish off her words. Each time her tempo quickens, I'll heave a big sigh. This woman spoke for straight   10mins. I neither said a word, my eyes were fixed to the mirror stand opposite my bed. I watch the reflection of myself.

"Omo this woman no d tire." I mumbled in a hush tone.

"What did you say?" she queried.

"Nothing" I spoke out loud.

"If it is evil spirit. I rebuke it in Jesus name. Holy Ghost Fire"

"Mommy I don't have evil spirit." My face squirmed.

"It better not be. So when am I expecting you?"

"Mommy I have a lot on my desk now. But I'll once I'm less busy."

"So work is more important than your life"

"That's not it mom"

"No problem, you're doimg yourself not me."

She hung up.

I stared into my phone disenchant.

I get that cringe with church prophecy because my mom attends all the churches she hears about. People telling her different things. I remember one time she got home furious because a prophet she went to see told her my grandmother was still alive. Not once, not twice have I told her to stop going to these churches.

A scenario of that day went like this.

"Mom sit at home and pray, God will still answer."

"Shut up. When did you pray for your own self."

"Mommy forget o. I de pray o."

"Okay pray to God again to give you a husband. E don too tey. Abi you never pray that one. There are still good men of God. I was only unfortunate."

At that moment I gave up on her and myself. And I've never mentioned anything about her church prostitution. And more reason I am avoiding going for this prayer session.

"Mbok I can't complicate my life than there's now." I whisper as though I was still on a call with my mom. "All these Pastors sef, all the know is to destroy people's homes." I sneered.

I unrolled my feet from the bed cover, sat at the edge of the bed and stared at my feet as I kept swingling them. 

Finally got up to make the most of the day. It was already the weekend and all I wanted to do was to rest, rest and rest.  The past few weeks has been the most stressful part of my life, with the fact that my boss wasn't happy with anyone of us. We had to work twice of every work we've done before. The only thing that kept going was my new found friend who always have a way of brightening up my day.

He knew every lines to calm my stressed mind. It was like he worked in the same office with me or knew my boss already.
Within a week of talking to this cute guy whose looks could literally take my breath away.

"Where have you been all my life." A voice in me will say.

But I somehow will be reminded that  every new relationship had a starting point as this. Sweet and loving.

And every morning he'll will text me first and make sure to wish me a great day.
My subconscious self turned to look at my phone by my side. I haven't gotten a text yet.