Thursday, December 15, 2011

GARRI CAKE

I walked from my dorm room to class, I was too tired and I had not yet finished my Intro Tech homework. I would do some work during morning prep before going for assembly. I got to the door of my class and opened it, I was greeted with something flying in my direction, the sticky and moist paste was all over my body and I dripped from head to toe, my books were stained on the covers with whatever it was that was flung on me.
“Happy Birthday” my classmates screamed out loud laughing.
I tried to find the humor in the situation but honestly it wasn’t funny and to make matters worse, it wasn’t even my birthday.
“It’s not my birthday and what it is this al over my body?” I asked in disgust as I wiped what looked like garri flakes and Kellogg’s cornflakes off my body.
“What do you mean by its not your birthday?” asked  Linda, one of my classmates.
“My birthday is tomorrow not today, tomorrow is the 16th” I said.
There was a puzzled look on their faces. I was not sure why? They were probably misinformed and I am really upset that they decided to mess up my morning by ruining my uniform with whatever it was that they poured on me.
“ I will ask again, what is this all over me?”  I asked
“We are so sorry, we made garri cake thinking it was your birthday and it isn’t” responded Hadiza.
“What are the contents of this cake?” I asked.
“Garri, detergent, cereal, toothpaste, sugar, milo, bournvita, powdered milk, coca cola, crackers” replied Sope.
I shook my head, This is going to be a long day.

Friday, December 2, 2011

AN EXCERPT FROM AN UPCOMING BOOK.....

PROLOGUE


The ringing phone woke me up. I looked at the time, it was 3. 14 am and I wondered who would be calling me around this time of the day. My friends won’t even think of calling me at this time. I let the phone ring twice again before I lazily picked up the phone.

“Hello: I began; my voice was still heavy with sleep.

“Hey, it’s me Chanel” the caller responded hysterically. I shook my head and was beginning to feel a little bit irritated. Chanel is my younger sister Nicole’s friend. Why in the world would she call me at this time of the day? Doesn’t she know her friend’s number or what?

“What is it Chanel, do you know what time it is?” I said a little irritated and angry.

“Nadine, it’s about Nicole.” Chanel blurted out, she sounded like she was about to cry.

“What about Nicole, if she is broke I can’t help her, if ……” I began and got cut off by Chanel.

“No, she is unconscious, she was found unconscious at her apartment, she is in a critical condition, I don’t know what happened.” Chanel managed to say.

“Unconscious” I repeated wondering if I was dreaming, I pinched myself lightly on my arm but this is reality.

“Yes unconscious, please hurry, she needs help.” Chanel said. I wonder what kind of help I can be of to Nicole at this time. I think it is a little too late to involve family. Too late.

“Where is she?” I asked.

“St Pauls Hospital” Chanel said.

“Okay” I said.

“Okay what?” Chanel asked.

“ Okay like, I have heard.” I responded.

“Are you coming?” she asked me desperately.

“I will think about it.” I responded and hung up. For the first time in so many years of knowing my sister, tears rolled down my cheeks.