Tapestry Of Lives: A Multifaceted Journey

Chapter Ten

BUMMI'S P.O.V.

What the heck happened again? Did the alarm fail?

For the third time this month, I'm running late.

Damn it!

And I haven’t come up with a convincing excuse yet.

"The Lagos traffic" is my go-to excuse, but it’s overused.

I doubt my M.D will believe it today.

So help me God.

I threw the bedsheets aside and dashed out of bed like someone hit with sudden madness.

No time to check if the battery died or the alarm was faulty.

I blame my mom and Nifemi for not waking me up two hours earlier. And any moment now, Lola will be knocking on the—

"What’s up, bitch?" I was right.

I rolled my eyes, took off my nightgown, grabbed my towel from the closet, and wrapped it around my chest. "At least knock before barging into someone’s bedroom, chicken."

She looks elegant and hot today—Wednesday. Red body-hugging dress and red stilettos suit slender Lola. Unlike me, who spends all day deciding what to wear.

Her red lipstick looks like she kissed fire.

"Do you use all your makeup in one day?" I asked while heading to the bathroom.

I don’t remember her slumping lazily on my unmade bed, but I do pity her neatly ironed outfit getting ruined on my sweat-smelling duvet.

"Hurry up, bitch. We have a meeting with clients in two hours." She called from the bedroom.

Trust me, I’m done with my bath in less than two minutes, but don’t let my mom find out.

When I got out, drying my hair with a towel, Lola was already helping me pick an outfit from the closet.

"The black one," I chose when she held up a black Calvin Klein pencil dress with balloon sleeves and a green, blue long-sleeve button-down dress. "Alright, no time to check the time." She placed the black dress on my bed and hurried to find matching shoes.

This is why I love her.

Dressed and downstairs, mom was already fixing something for me and Lola, as I saw multiple servings. Nifemi was busy playing PS5.

I gave him a resounding knock, even Lola felt it.

"Ye, Jesu!" He exclaimed in Yoruba, holding his head like it was about to fall off. "Sister Bummi, kilōshēle, Na?"

"Next time, wake me up on time." I flicked his forehead before heading to the door.

"Oya, breakfast is served oh." Mom invited.

"Sorry mom, we’re already running late. Save it for dinner, okay? Bye, love you."

Lola tried to sneak in for a bit, but I quickly pulled her wrist along with me.

Only God knows where Ojo got the black Range Rover Sport he was leaning on.

"I know what you guys are thinking, but believe me, this belongs to my elder brother. I borrowed it because we’re late."

"A power bike would have been better, asshole," Lola stated ungratefully as she reached for the front passenger door.

I hoped to sit there first to wave hello to the neighbors.

"What’s up Bummi? Hop in, we’re running late." He shamelessly blew a huge bubble with his chewing gum, which popped loudly.