An unwanted guest visited me today. It was around 7:30am this morning when I heard a loud bang on my burglary gate. I didn’t sleep until about 4:30am this morning because I was up trying to fix my life together in my head.
Sleep was the last thing on my mind till my alarm rung to wake me up for a new day when I had not ended the old.
On a good day, it is very hard for me to fall asleep so I passionately hate being disturbed whenever I am lucky to find any type of sleep or nap. I envy those people who can fall asleep without even sacrificing on the altar of the god of sleep or appeasing their village people. Some people even snore musically and enjoy their sleep like a baby.
Honestly I didn’t want to answer the door but I don’t know what pushed me up to check who was knocking that early. Could it be that the house was on fire or rapture had taken place without my consent? I didn’t want to take any chances and so I peeped through the key hole. The person knocking turned out to be my neighbour.
I wasn’t keen on having any conversation at that ungodly time. To make matters worse, I didn’t want to talk to the person who was knocking except she has come to redeem herself for the evil she did to me on Easter day. I didn’t see her with any repentance or apology gift and so I decided to pay her back in her own coins.
On Easter day she shared food for those around in the premises but passed my own building. She did it intentionally because I greeted her with my nicest tone and she didn’t even shake body.
She packaged the food in a fancy orange tray and delivered to the others with a smile on her face while chanting
Happy Coronafilled celebration.
Merry resurrection of Christ.
Happy deportation of Gagul.
Happy ascension of Lazarus.
From my balcony, I had a peep at the content she was carrying. She must have been the one disturbing my nose with the smell of village JOLLOF rice and fried plantain that went to Harvard. She used Knorr seasoning cubes and Royco to boil the meat. I could distinguish both flavours from the circulation pattern of the aroma.
While I looked on and greeted like three times… she kept going back and forth with her annoying tray, I sighted one inviting leg of chicken looking for freedom from her grip and chanting pick me, pick me as she swayed her hips to the rhythm of my anger.
I patiently waited for my turn. Maybe my name was the last on the list of her neigbhours.
I waited and waited till she finally entered her house. I was flabbergasted and hungryly angry.
As I saw that she was the one knocking on my door this morning, I went back to bed with a satisfied look of accomplishment on my face. You cannot deny me of Easter food and also deny me of my sleep. You have to pick a struggle Sis.
She must have knocked till her knuckles became sore while I enjoyed my beauty sleep. The sleep was later terminated with a call from the workers on site.
I jumped up from bed and the sleep vanished from my eyes. I had overslept and couldn’t even workout as I planned. Who knows if she wanted to ask for my account details or feature me in her new movie….
Have you ever done anything savage that you later regretted. You can share your experience in the comment section.
It will be comforting to know I am not alone on this my savage table.
Life must just be hard for sleep deprived people with evil intentions for knocking neighbhours. They end up going late to work like one Abigarl did.