Embracing My Hoe.

In the midst of a cyclone season and in the middle of the storm, a young woman in her late twenties rushes into the emergency room of an increasingly packed hospital.

Olivia, an experienced nurse by her own right was on her day off but because of the calamity, she decided to "fuck it" and fulfill her duty as a responsible and helpful member of the society. Though, she was not a prompt tax payer.

"Yo hoe, embrace me"

Olivia turned her head to find a middle-aged man with makeshift wrappings on his left leg that seemed to be in bad shape who was leaning by the hospital wall.

"Nigga please, left leg? You cripz motherfucker, oh hell no," Olivia replied with such disdain.

She had no time for him, she felt she should make an appareance to the attending head nurse or doctor so she could get a bonus or something. Heroic as it might seem, bitches gotta get paid.

The clock flew pretty quick, three hours and Olivia has tended to numerous patient with various laughhable injuries and surprisngly most of them were non-hurricane related. Just outstanding members of the society who are retarted and insane at the same time. The highlight of Olivia's day was when she was asked to calm down an old man claiming to be Ganesh, the god who had eight arms, elephant features and could fly. Now, as powerful as he claimed to be, when Olivia looked at his file, "Ganesh" was involved in an accident, hit and run in fact, Lord Ganesh was texting while crossing the road and did not see an incoming car.

"Sigh, should have chosen to be the god who had eyes at the back of his head," Olivia murmured.

What a day and it was not over yet.

Exhausted, Olivia took a trip to the cafeteria to find peace and something to eat.

To her motherfucking surprise, she saw a familiar face sitting by a table.

It was Big Booty, or as she was called back in the hood, back in the days. She was Olivia's ex-boyfriend's older sister.

"Damn, girl, fuck em o drizzle. Has it been 10 years?," Olivia shouted while making her way to the table.

"Oh hey girl, gosh. Yes it has been," Big Booty replied.

Like a dog re-united with it's master, there was uncontrollable happiness between the two.

And like the movies, memories started to magically appear as the camera starts to focus on Olivia's eyes.

"..straight bar hopping to the music of the ambience..."

The stereo blasted.

The year was 1998, American presidents were still white and Nigerian princes has just learnt how to use the internet.

Young Olivia was in the club doing her thang at the dancefloor when a handsome nigga approached her.

"Damn girl, you put the Sex in sexy," said the nigga wearing over-sized clothing.

" You lost honey? The courtroom is that way, go, appeal for your parole," Olivia replied.

Laughter was heard at the back, it seemed to have come from a group of young men standing around, presumably, the nigga's friends.

"Come on girl, I got the condom and the 69, my friends call me The Boom, like the economic term when a business is doing well, but you can call Tyronne"

"The Boom? Well, fasion killa, from the looks of it, you look like bank overdraft, was your loan denied," Olivia replied.

"HAHAHA we gonna have a BARBEQUE" midlessly shouted one of Tyronne's friend at the background.

That was their first meeting. Olivia recalled.

Days and weeks went by and young Tyronne became more and more persistant.

Following her almost everwhere and somehow getting her number and calling her daily.

Finally, Olivia could not take it anymore and finally agreed to a date.

As expected, Tyronne was broke and could only take them to McDonald's. Though unimpressed, Olivia surprisingly had a good time. Without his friends around, Olivia noticed that Tyronne was a sweet man.

Opposites do attract, as the days turned into months, both became heavily attached to each other. During the day, Olivia would go to school doing her nursing course and Tyronne would be selling drugs, committing robberies and playing basketball. But when the night fell they were both hot inlove and in sweet pain.

Everything was going well. Well, down the drain.

One night, Olivia was awoken by a noise by her bedroom window and upon looking outside, she sees Tyronne outside with a bag.

"Baby girl, we got to go. I can support you fully now, but we gotta get out of here," Tyronne said in a dim voice.

"What? What you gone talk bout," Olivia replied.

Tyronne then explained that he and his thugs has hit the local bank, twice in one week and he was rich. In the law of average though, criminals do not hit the same bank twice in one week and now as Tyronne explains, they might have captured his image with a secret security camera his thugs intelligence was unaware of.

"Meet me by the school gates"

Tyronne left running as a police siren could be heard by the distance leaving a confused and terrified Olivia. What should she do? Could she leave her life just like that? Does she love him enough? Fuck you.

Fast forward to the present, the camera view made itself out of Olivia's eyes.

"So what happened that night?" Big Booty asks Olivia.

"What do you mean?"

"That night you were suppose to meet at the school gates? He waited partially all night at the front gates, opposite the golf club, in between the gun shop and the liquor store," Big Booty asked.

"Excuse me," Olivia said as she stood up and headed towards the exit.

Tears started rolling down her cheeks. After all these years she finally cried again.

She watches the road and suddenly the thoughts of the many years of being alone started to form into the shape of Tyronne. Then that form seemed to be reaching out its hand, calling to her.

In that moment the universe stop expanding; planetary movement halted and time itself was concussed.

"HUHUHU, MY NIGGAH! WHY MY NIGGAH WHY?!?!"

Olivia was heart broken. Between flashes of times spent together, that fateful night played in her head. She was by the school gate standing there like a moron. She was at the back gates, opposite the church, in-between the barber shop and the bakery.

-the end-