Two Mistakes Ago

Chapter 9

It was Thursday already! Hurray!!! It was two weeks after I started my new job. Cruella was no where to be found in the office and I was kind of glad...no one said anything positive about her since I got there, even though the lady was battling for her life. In fact, I had witnessed her show already and I knew for a fact that she's an aggressive witch. But that's not even what was bothering me ...something else was really disturbing me that I had to pick up my diary to write it down. I had a glass of Baileys in my hand as I wrote...

Diary,
As I am writing now, I am so confused. Why will he not even come to my table to say hi? Why didn't he call to find out if I was going to DNA last Friday? I am truly boring? Or he is just being snobbish. After what ensued between us the other time I expected us to be friends but he's just being a jerk. He did not even say hi to me when we met at the bus station this morning after all the effort I put in to dress up beautifully. I don't understand what's going on...why am I even bothered! He was too clinging the first time, and it was annoying but I didn't expect his professional self to be so indifferent and cold....and Elorm is still no where to be found. Its official! I am a loner!!oh Diary! I need a little bit of DNA tonight....no need to be afraid...it's Thursday night. The delinquents will not be there...

I have a weird way of writing stuff in my diary, I know but I  dropped the pen after writing and dashed into the bathroom immediately. After some minutes all was set! I was going to DNA.. the land of iniquity! My hairstyle was a bit wild...it bounced on my shoulder gracefully. I wore a black sleeveless dress that fitted perfectly. It was a little above my knee so I was feeling a bit you know..girlish.. but I liked the texture of the dress so much. I didn't have to worry about my underwear drawing lines through the dress.

As I got into the street, I saw a khebab seller with countless tribal marks on his face. I headed towards his stand to ask for directions, but you know what they say about khebab sellers.... The more the tribal marks the more delicious the meat...so I was tempted to buy some.

"Can you direct me to DNA, Abochi* ?" I asked after chewing the spicy roast beef like a lunatic.
(Abochi- is the general name for northern men who come to the south to work)

" oh..my shista, pash behind the mosque and crosh the road. You go shee one yellow sisi wey dey shell tilapia then banku for there, askh am, she go show you", he replied in a very thick northern accent.
(Oh my sister, pass behind the mosque and cross the road, you will see a light skinned girl selling grilled tilapia and banku over there, ask her, she will direct you).

When I got to the other side of the road, the girl supposedly selling the grilled tilapia did not come to sell to night so there was no one to ask. As a matter of fact the street was empty. I was so angry at the Abochi for his inapproriate directions. But it was quite a relieve for me to think that an empty street basically means an empty DNA. I wouldn't have to go and put up with a bunch of scatterbrains engaged in the worst forms of immorality. However, I gave up the idea of going to DNA after walking in circles around the same vicinity more than twice. Just as I decided to return home I saw stupid Nana coming down the road with smoke hovering around his head like a magician. He was smoking shisha*, wearing an Arsenal Jersey and walking like the terminator.
(Shisha - a mixture of tobacco and other narcotic substances rolled into one piece, usually smoked with a pipe - more harmful than cigarette)

"Heya! Social prefect! Come here," he signalled.

"You!! This guy!!!! If only you knew what was going to fall from the skies sooner than later, you would have been walking around with a metal helmet!!" I yelled. "Look at you, walking shoulder high!! Cruella will behead you once she comes back to work, I am going to give her the filla* (news). I will tell her you are the primary cause of her daughter's woes on Instagram."

I knew he was going to DNA and I wanted to walk peacefully with him but you know, I had to let him know that the girl he was kissing was Cruella's daughter and that he's into serious trouble.

"Where to?, he asked, completely ignoring what I first said.

" Nowhere! Leave me alone!" I was getting angry already. 

"You look rather sexy today..don't tell me you are going to DNA! Oh tell me...you want to spend the night on his Majesty's hairy chest again???"

I felt a sharp churn in my tummy. I didn't know if I was bothered because Nana mentioned him, or because he told Nana I slept on his chest the other time and spent the rest of the night in his house. Was he really discussing me with his friends!?

I suddenly did not want to go to DNA anymore....

Sorry peeps! This chapter is relatively short but I gotta run!! I will continue soon babes, I promise!...chop kisses!!!!X.O....