As soon as I got home, everything I was putting on was all over the place, my socks was probably hanging on the television or something, I walk into the kitchen in only tights and singlet as I approach my mum
"Good afternoon ma"
"Afternoon" she replies as she continues peeling the sweet potatoes
" Mum what's for lunch?" I ask her, she doesn't give me any reply but instead gives me a dirty look that said don't ever ask me that question again
So I stand hoping she'll notice me, but immediately something lands on my head
"Ouch mum!" I say rubbing my head
" I can see something is wrong with you this afternoon, I'm cooking here, instead of you to join me, you are standing there with your big mouth asking for food" she says as I walk close to her grabbing a knife and one sweet potatoes
Silence.
Silence.
Silence.
"Where is Aishat?" I ask
"Do I attend the same school as your sister, what sort of stupid question is that?"
Silence
"So mum what are we eating, is it this?" I ask again knowing she might hit me more this time, but I had to take the risk cause I'm so hungry
" No this is for dinner, go to the microwave you'll see spag, and drop that knife and stop cutting like someone without hands, common sweet potatoes you do not know how to peel, if it's food you'll be the most active" she says as I rush to the microwave, and behold mum's beautiful spaghetti and beef.
I take the plate as I walk past the dinning room as mum stops me
"Hey, where the hell are you taking that food to?"
"To my room" I probably shouldn't have said that
" You'll drop that food on this dinning table and eat it!, How many times do you clean your room in a month, Never!, You keep taking food and littering the whole place, better eat this food here" she shouts as I grumble and sit on the dinning chair
" Your dad is the one spoiling you all, always making you girls lazy, most of your mates are married, but here you are, you can't do anything, seems like you need to find a husband so that you'll learn few things" mum adds
I know mum is joking, she's like totally against our culture of marrying children to older men, or children marrying too quick, she values education and would definitely not be in support of that,
"If you insist mum, atleast I'll have sex without the fear of getting pregnant" I joke as mum runs to spank me while I run around the house as we both laugh at each other's silliness
Immediately Aishat walks in with her friend Halima
" What is actually going on here?, Good afternoon mum" Aishat speaks
"Good afternoon ma" Halima says smiling, such a beautiful girl, I say to myself, trapped as friends with someone as reckless, mean, and crazy as my sister
"How are you girls?"
"Fine ma" only Halima answers as she follows Aishat to her room
Mum suddenly looks around the living room, "Amina when will you change from acting like a boy, just look around you, look at your uniform all around, and see your dirty socks on my wonderful flower vase!" She shouts as she runs to hit me but I dodge her as I grab all my stuff's and run to my room closing the door and leaning against it breathing hard.
I overhear her say this girl won't kill me as I laugh. Oh my!, I still have to face her, my food is on the dinning table, and I'm so hungry. I decide to take a quick shower first, I just hope water is running.
After bathing I put on a track trouser and a crop top, yeah I know, not very good choice but who the hell cares, I pack my short curly hair and comb my eyebrows, yeah I do that, you know now, it's a strange addiction of mine whenever I see a mirror, even if I hate mirrors, that kinda take my attention from looking at my body.
After eating lunch I wash the dishes as I help mum fry the chicken, don't skip the word help, I didn't fry it, I just helped, if not the kitchen might be smoking already, this night we'll be eating my best food, chicken and chiiiippss, that's how excited I am.
I pick up my phone as I check out my secret personality's Instagram account, don't forget I run a vlog, beingskinnyinnigeria and I also have an IG account where I slay with my mask,
"Wow I have 20 more followers in just 5 hours!" I blurt out loud
"You what?" Aishat asks
"Nothing" I reply her
"I thought I heard 20 more followers, that would be impossible cause you barely have 30 followers on your IG account talk more of having 20 in 5 hours" she states laughing
Yeah dumb her, wait until she knows I am beingskinnyinnigeria and I have more followers than she could ever have. Well no member of my family actually knows I am who I am or I even have a vlog and I wanted to tell Aishat but something happened I couldn't trust her, she's so loose with words and she might spill it unintentionally and I'm not ready to be known by anyone so for now, no one knows who beingskinnyinnigeria is, and I'm okay with it, even if sometimes I do want to brag about it.
"Lol Aishat , you're really hilarious I forgot to laugh" I said being sarcastic
"Duh thank you!" She says while tapping on her phone, as I grab the phone from her hand
"Wooah this guy is really cute o, who is he, okay I'll reply him with I have a dead crush on you" i tease her as I pretend to be typing on her phone
"Stop it! Stop Na Amina, I don't like this stop! Stop this nonsense!" She says angrily grabbing her phone from my grip
"Cool down the guy is not even that fine" I say to her as I throw myself on the couch
" Yeah like anyone good as that would take a glance at you" she says hissing
" Oh you really do not know what I'm capable of " I joke
"What?, What are you capable of tell me, I beat you to all of it" she says defensively. This girl just competes with me for no reason, but trust me I do get on her nerves alot.
" Well, let's see, my butt is big-" she didn't let me finish as she smack me with one of the pillows in the living room, I grab a pillow and suddenly a serious argument turns into a very cheerful pillow fight, we stop as we laugh and try to catch our breaths
"But Aishat you know you're so stubborn"
" That's what you get for being older, a stubborn and sexy little sis combined, isn't that amazing" she says blowing me a kiss
"No it's not!" I laugh as I use a pillow to smack her head, she mutters something rude under her breathe as I walk to my room.
Immediately I shut the door, I lock it, set up my vlog sound proof equipments, my cameras, and get to work.
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BEING SKINNY IN NIGERIA
Teen FictionAmina Bakare, the first daughter of a wealthy politician and an outspoken, talented teenager who is often bodyshamed constantly for her skinny frame, is a very famous vlogger with the name "being skinny in Nigeria," which she secretly handles. Afrai...
