Shattered

Four

This chapter is dedicated to folashewaodekunle for being an amazing inspiration to keep writing this story and being a good editor. I love you, baby.

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The paper.

I don't know if it's the fact that I accepted it.

Or the fact that I called the number in it.

Whatever it was...

I forever regret it.

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The day I got a new phone was like every other day.

I laughed.

But no kidding, nothing happened on that day that was unusual except the fact that mom decided for me to take the afternoon shift.

Whoa, hold up...

We ain't nurses.

I love my American Accent.

I stayed in the shop all through the daytime and left in the evening when mom comes to take over.

So instead today she left very early in the morning and asked me to come when I've finished my work which was in the afternoon.

So me being the good girl, I dressed my little brother up for school and I dropped him off.

When I got back I started with my house chores that included cleaning the house, washing plates and clothes, and cleaning the bathroom.

Finally done, I quickly showered and choose a beautiful black trouser and pink top(courtesy of my sisters' hand-me-downs).

I don't apply to make up so I just grabbed my bag, wore my slippers ready to leave when I heard the very annoying question.

"What am I eating this morning?"

My ''ever-loving dad'' was asking.

Oh, so help me God.

I gritted my teeth and bite my tongue to prevent the question at the tip of my tongue.

Did you bring any money for food?

"Mom said you should eat garri," I replied instead.

"I'm not eating any garri," my dad snapped, "every day that's what you and your mother give me in this house."

"That's what is in the house na," I replied impatiently.

"When you people go shopping now you'll drink tea there," he muttered angrily.

"Daddy, I'm going," I announced hurriedly and left.

If I stay long now, the next thing he'll do is to curse me like I'm the cause of his bad luck.

Whistling quietly to myself, I brought out the fifty naira mom gave me as transport fare.

The tricycle charged one hundred naira but mom did not ve enough to spend that amount every day.

Most times we trekked home from the shop or trekked to the first junction before entering tricycle fifty naira to save money.

But today I had no intention of trekking.

How was I going to get there with fifty naira, you ask??

Watch and learn.

The first tricycle drove by, the second and a third.

Finally, the fourth slowed down on reaching me.

"Angel, where to," the driver asked.

"Umuoba."

"Is one hundred naira oo," the man informed me.

"Noo," I objected, "it's fifty naira that I have oo."

"Hei!" he exclaimed, "you've passed fifty naira na but enter. Hope you hold change?"

"Yes."

With a triumphant smile, I entered the tricycle and arrived at the shop.

Stepping down and paying the man, I greeted mom before looking into the shop and saw an august visitor.

I grinned.

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GLOSSARY:
August visitor: an unexpected visitor.
Garri: cassava flakes.
Hand-me-downs: clothes and other things handed down to you by your older siblings. The last born can relate. 😂

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A/N:

Hello guys,

Another update.

I wonder who the August visitor is?

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