"Welcome to being treated like shit for no reason."
In which a black woman falls in love with an asian man who takes discrimination on a stride.
Started: 8/05/2020
Ended: 1/01/2023
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"Nayla are you listening?"
No. But she doesn't need to know that.
"Girl, just had my head on all this work stuff I need to get back to when I'm back at work. What were you saying?"
"I was just saying how all these Asian motherfuckers got me doing this extra work at the office because they decided to eat bats. I've never looked at one of them furry motherfuckers and thought... yum with some garlic sauce," Samirah exaggerated licking her lips for effect before stabbing her fork into her fried vegetables platter.
I just find it ironic that she'd want to talk shit about Asians whilst eating at an Asian restaurant, that she suggested.
"And yet you sit there and eat their cuisine. Maybe not garlic sauce but like... it would hit with some barbecue sauce."
And we both fell into laugher and comfortable conversation.
Samirah and I may may be friends, but I have my own opinions post-pandemic. I am not going to separate the ocean for Asian rights as they have never fought that fervently for black rights but, I don't agree with badmouthing them due to the pandemic.
I do understand her frustration.
Samirah and I work for governmental jobs and post-pandemic, the devil does not work harder than we do at the moment. Samirah often complains about how she's forever calling and trying to piece the puzzle of many people's emergency support claims during the pandemic as many organisations could not pass each other information. The amount of people who were overpaid is abismal as people lie in crisis and now they have to fix everything.
It isn't much easier for me as I have a backlog of crimes to process. People took the quarantine period as a purge period and now, we are swamped with criminals who haven't been sentenced and it's hard to decide who should have priority.
At the moment having a governmental job is a nightmare, even eight months post-pandemic. We are overworked and so beyond tired.
When I see my desk filled to the brim with paperwork, I also do curse whoever decided to eat a bat or whatever exotic animal it was.
"You going to Marcello's party?"
"I hate crowded spaces and you know this Sam."
It is not the socialising I hate. It's the intense stench of body odour.
"No, nope and no ma'am. I am not allowing you to miss Marcello's party. He's our friend and.... you're the only person I know besides him."
"It is not by force that you or I has to go Sam."
It might have something to do with being an only child because, Sam can be childish and unreasonable until she gets her way. She will flutter her big brown eyes and suddenly you're agreeing to zip line across hell.
"We can't use the plans excuse again Nayla."
"We? You mean you. Unlike yourself, I am busy hun - I have Netflix and Domino's cookies waiting on me."
I knew it was over when she angled herself and stared at me with her twinkling brown orbs. She even had her bottom lip trembling as she pouted like an abandoned dog.
"Samirah stop looking at me and you're ugly. Fine! I'm only staying five minutes."
