SHATTERED EPISODE 23

From the writer of
Nude Bed
Death after life
Cold Desert
Hot eyes
Sorrows of an Eagle and
Calabash

That moment when you find love, trust and honour in the eyes of everyone.
That moment when your worst enemy becomes the demon himself.
That same moment when your best moment becomes your worst nightmare.

Enjoy the thrills of how far life would sacrifice for love. Yesterday is always a shadow you can not escape, today is a dream worth living, yet tomorrow shall forever remain the wonder of nature hidden to all.

A *shattered* past in itself is a shattered tomorrow.


*SHATTERED*

EPISODE 23

I told her and hanged up.

I woke up a bit late the next morning as compared to my usual time of waking up. I was tired. I still had heavy eyes. I looked at the time and it was 6:12am. I picked the poly bag that was given to me by Auntie Dela's worker. I admired it and put it on the bed, got up and went to pick the rest of the things. I packaged them nicely into the poly bag. They were a luxury handbag, silver bracelet, personalised face towel and one wrist watch. I put the poly bag gently in the chair, then went to check if the dress I would be using was intact. I then went to check on my shoe, and most importantly, my handbag. I took it and put some money and petty petty things in it. Those things never escaped a lady's handbag. You know what I mean right?

I came back to my bed, then remembered I brought some food home from Ma-uuda's end. I quickly reached for my bag to inspect it. Fortunate enough, they hadn't gone bad. I put them in the fridge and left some small one which I would make justice to before leaving. I checked the time and it wasn't even 7:00am. I coiled myself back into my cloth and slept. After all, I had prepared good enough to avoid getting there late. I had an sms on my phone. I picked my phone to read it. It was from Mariama. I replied her and told her to be herself. She needed to turn up at the programme. I wasn't going to do anything so she should stop calling or sending me messages. She was still a friend. One thing caught my attention while replying the message. It seems I was too fast that I overlooked it. It read, "the man you were struggling with yesterday was looking for you to apologize to you. He said I should do that on his behalf since you were nowhere to be seen and I happen to be your friend. That was Ma-uuda's father so please don't do anything to disgrace him. He will make it up to you once the program is over. He is willing to pay you any amount of money. All you need to do is to keep it away from Ma-uuda and any other person."

I put the phone down and turned to sleep. Ma-uuda's father was indeed the devil himself. For him to have tried having sex with me, and even seeing his daughtet's husband to be in such act without complaining, then I think there was more to it.

I had even forgotten about that whole issue and there she was again trying to spoil my mood. Mine was to get closer to God and know Him more. Enough of this Mariama girl and Ma-uuda's father. I positioned myself well and slept. The weather was so calm that I slept soundly and peacefully. Had it not been the cry of one of the tenant's baby, I would have slept till God knows when.

I rushed to the bathroom without checking the time. There was no need to do so because I would still go and take my bath, whether or not I check my time. I didn't waste much time there at all because I washed down the previous night and slept without going anywhere. Right from the bathroom, I put the food on fire to heat it small while I dressed up. I did all the necessary things I was supposed to do without wearing my attire and make up. It was now time for me to enjoy the meal without any courtesy. Are you aware you don't really get the amazing taste of your meal if you decide to use this thing called "table manners?" Just try using your hands in your own comfortable way. You will discover the amazing taste you have never thought of getting. I sat on the floor, spread my legs wide and put the food there. I enjoyed the meal with some worship songs on "adom fm." It didn't take me too long to finish the meal because I was enjoying it in the comfort of my home. I sat lazily on the floor and wished someone could come and help me wash my hands, but who was there to do so? Was it my late boyfriend or who?

I sat down for some few minutes and got up to wash my hands. As for the plates, I would only do justice to it on my return. I now picked my phone to check the time. There were eight missed calls on it. Some from my mum, Mariama and Naa. I chose to call Naa after realising I still had enough time. As for my mum, we could talk on my return, and Mariama, it was obvious she couldn't sleep.
Me: obaa, sup? I just saw your missed calls ooo. Hope everything is alright.
Naa: yea...was only calling to tell you we all need to be there by 9:30. Not exactly that though. You know it's going to be done in the house. And please you can keep some one or two house attires in your bag so that as and when we are needed, we change to help at the kitchen ok? I hope it won't be a problem. I've told the others.
Me: o come on...which problem? I will always be there when I'm needed. Just keep your calm okay. Bye.

Which means I still had enough time. I'm only scared of one thing. Time may go against me if I slept. I picked my phone and set a 45 minutes interval alarm. I remembered I had to get my house attire and flip flop as suggested by Naa. I did that and came back to sleep again. I didn't want to spare any least chance because I hadn't gotten enough rest for some time.



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