"Sheila..." Caroline was telling her something about her new boyfriend who-according to her-was such a sweetheart. He was, truly... problem is, he's a sweetheart to way too many girls.
She rolled her eyes as she thought about last night when he told her he saw sadness in her eyes and wanted her to tell him about it while slipping his hand under her skirt. Bastard. She felt like she should have told Caroline-before or after she had ditched her to make out with him in the Ladies room-but she really didn't care so much about the girl. She wanted to, but it was too much stress to start liking someone, especially if that someone was female, taller and prettier than she was.
She stood up and started walking towards the door of her room. "Madam come back I'm talking to you" Caroline shouted with a frown on her face "did your mother not teach you manners?" Her Nigerian accent was only present when she was angry, every other time she used her rehearsed American accent which was somewhat annoying when she tried to talk fast and pronounced words like 'what' and 'sun' as 'whart' and 'surn'. Her phone rang and Caroline dived to pick it. Sheila always wondered why she kept doing that, it's not like she was going to struggle.
"It's the devil" Caroline told her smiling. Sheila walked to to her and took her phone.
"Mummy good afternoon" she greeted. Not expecting an 'afternoon my dear' like a normal Nigerian parent but waiting for the usual.. "It's Night." Right on track. Sheila thought, always predictable.
"Yes ma, sorry ma, good night" she laughed. Her mother ignored her and asked "Do you remember Chief Williams?" She did, she most definitely did, he was a creepy old looking man who had a thing for her as a child. He would get her practically everything her parents refused to give her and would always ask her to pay him with a peck on his cheek. She'd agree though she could never really get to the cheek through all his beards.
Sheila realized her mother was waiting for a reply "yes ma" she said. "Good, I have booked your flight. You are coming home on Friday. You are going to marry him. Don't try to run because your bank account is frozen" and with that the phone call was over.
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Romance21 year old Sheila was all but thrilled when her mother told her she would have to move back to Nigeria to marry the man who had been patiently waiting for her to come of age. Educated? Yes but growing up in an uncivilized society had definitely war...
