SCREWED★

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Another Stressful Week.
Sometimes , I genuinely wonder how I'm still alive!

A text from Zama woke me up from my reverie. She was inviting me to a party at her friend's.

"Tsw, y3y3 child..."

I had to pass on this one. I was just too tired to move. Luckily, she understood. Of course, she saw how packed the week was.

Normal humans with normal hormones chill outside  to cool off their stress, right? Zama was right. My genotype is very different from that of  a true naija girl.

It was barely eight. What's the point heading home anyway? You'll eventually hit that bed girl, plus it's a Friday night, plenty of rest from the weekend

Reviving  my naija genes, I decided to make a stop on at Reece Gardens.
As usual, it was very quite, almost abandoned if you'd ask me.

I occupied the very last table and tried to make myself comfortable.

Before I could even look up the menu, the waiter stood professionally, waiting for my order.

"Errm Hi," I decided to greet him. It was just weird having him standing on me like that.

"Welcome to Reece Gardens!
Here we make your wine dreams come to a beautiful  reality, Your order ma'am?"He recited.

I couldn't help but laugh at his lines.
"You guys do a lot of Sunday school bible recitals here, abi?"

He gave out a shy smile.
"Na you sabi", He replied breathlessly.

"Let's try the "FridayRelish, "for starters. Thank you. "I smiled politely.

In a few minutes, he was back with my order. Just when he was about to leave, it clicked! He just spoke pidgin on reply to my sarcastic remark.

"Hey, Na you sabi?...Really? You're Nigerian?"

He laughed.

"No and yes! My mom's Yoruba, Dad's from here
I've never been to Naija, though. "

"Interesting. You should try to go there at least once in your lifetime. Trust me, It's a privilege being Nigerian or having something to do with them!"

"Sure!, Ma'am, Enjoy," he chorused again.

"You're sure good at what you do. Keep up the professionalism!"I commended.

"Uhm...I'm grateful. And please, it's Tami, not ma'am!"

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Felt like every sip, reminded me of the screwed life I was living.

I was just tired of it all, i mean settling down, finding a loving husband, having kids, being a caring mother, dropping the kids off to school and back...All these felt like planets my spaceship could never reach.

"Come all, girl, you're 35, almost 40. Soon, this chingilingi" (Skiny) body is gonna thaw, what would you have to hold on to something," I couldn't help but wonder.

Waking up from the chain of thoughts, I realized sounds from Davido's FEM filled the house.

Wondering how my playlist was the one playing, I turned towards the counter to see "Mr. Professional Waiter boy", controlling the sound.

I threw him a smile, and he walked over.
This guy was just Epic!

"Well, Tami, worrying is never going to solve anything!"He said as he pulled the chair next to me.

Wait... What? How did he know what I was thinking?

"Naija connection", He again replied.

It was as if this guy was dialoguing with my thoughts, leaving me lost for words.

That was how Mr. Waitor boy and I clicked for the night.  And before I could realize, I was exchanging some pretty crazy shaku shaku moves with him.

"Ha!"

From then, my mind decided to go slow on me as I put a full stop on thinking about marriage.