From tears to tiara

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_Past_

"What are you still doing in your room? Why aren't you dressed up?" Mama barged in.

"Mama, I don't want to go to school anymore. They make fun of me and also make me feel insecure."

Mama's hand hit my cheek, which made me tremble and fall to the ground.

"I didn't give birth to a coward, neither did I raise one. Your dad pays your school fees, and you have the gut to tell me you won't go to school because of your peers? Are you that stupid?"

"What's the use of all this intelligence if you still turn out useless?"Listen, she grabbed my ear. If I ever hear you mutter such rubbish, you'll be forced to see my wrath." She released it, not before hitting me again.

"I don't understand this generation; very toxic. Make sure you're ready in the next 10 minutes."

_Present_

Today is my day off, and I decided to go to a spa. So, it's officially spa day. I started the day with my workout. I don't go to the gym, but I made sure I got that curvy waist.

My waist trainers did help, also. I've been using them for four years without a break. That really helped with my exercises. Now, I'm presently twirling in front of the mirror, admiring my hard work.

After my usual GRWM, I headed to the spa. I started with the body massage before the facials. I also waxed my body at some point. I got my henna done – black, to be specific.

I don't get the hype about red henna. After the spa, I felt like a newborn baby and was quite sleepy. That was the first thing I did when I got home.

When I woke up, I snapped my henna and sent it to one of my potential boyfriends. Not a minute after, he called me. "My love, that's very beautiful. Tell me, how much was it?" He texted.

"Oh, don't bother; do you like it?" I typed back. "Of course, my love." Well, let's just say he sent me money. Whoever wants to spend his life with me must be ready to be billed. I mean, the way I take care of myself...

I downloaded some books on Kindle before I started devouring them. I was interrupted when my phone started ringing.

"Jidda, how could you?"
Leave it to Anisa to show her drama skills. She's literally the most dramatic person I've ever met. "Ashraf's wife," I replied with dry humor.

"Well, you could say that again. You won't believe what Ashraf did to me today." Anisa is married to an architect in Abuja. "He had the nerve to say I have pimples." I chuckled, imagining how dramatic she would have been in that moment. "Weren't you having them?"

"Well, I didn't know; we were together when he pressed his thumb on my face, and then he followed with, 'Is that a pimple?' And you know what? It's his fault; why would he give me peanuts?"

"I'm sure he didn't force you."

"In my defense, the peanuts were so rich; God, they were so good. Listen, I want an instant acne cream."
"Well, you could try... uhmm... Oriflame Skin Pore Peel Off Mask."

"Why is the name that long?" She cried out. "Do you want your pimples gone or not?" I made sure I sounded annoyed. "Yes, yes, I'll check it; I've written it down."

"Bye, dear; you're such a great help."Take care, and make sure you use it regularly."

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