It was Ola I called, I have mentioned him before but I didn’t
tell us the depth of our relationship. He is just not a friend and at this
point I warn that if any of you should attempt to see me in any other way than
I really am; which is an angel who knows no evil but enjoys experimenting, I
would bring out my pot from under my bed (it is even getting dusty). Don’t ever
get that image out of your minds until I tell you so.
I think in this life there should be a written decree that
once you and an Ex go separate ways any form of relations should just follow
both of you on your separate ways. That may have been possible eon years ago. Devices
for instant communication would have been limited to a few powerful people like
witches and magical beings. But now we have contraptions like phones and social
media.
You know when you are making a mistake and you just can’t
help it, you are enjoying your sin (sin is too strong a word). You are sha just
falling in and into the sticky mess of nonsense you are doing. I found myself
in such a situation on Monday morning. Lanky was ringing the bell and I saw
myself rise form my sleep, but I really didn’t stand up. I honestly couldn’t.
The sleep had tied me down, it was when he rang the second bell I stood up.
I know I know I know, I shouldn’t be missing church so often
but I swear this last time was no fault of mine. This is the third time in an
elongating row I didn’t go to church again. The cooking rooster was changed and
Jennifer made sure I am not partners with Gbade or any of his friends.
I woke up by seven on Saturday like I had told that doubting
Thomas Jennifer girl. Set myself to my hair and loosened it in less than two
hours. I have to say my hair is not growing longer but bigger. Koch and Ify (my
latest crush, he will kill for this. I love you honey) have started calling
Huey from Boondocks (unnecessary exaggeration). I don’t even
know what the niggas hair looks like.
When I woke up on Friday morning I was still seething from
what Gbade had said the previous evening. Like immediately I got back in I had
to tell Yemi my lover. I was really embarrassed by what he said.
Thursdays are the worst days of the week for me. I guess it
is because nothing ever really happens. It’s my free day at school so I don’t get
to go anywhere. Although; last term I had evening lessons on Thursday but that
was all.