Must Read: My Name Is Miracle (18+)

7 years ago

Must Read: My Name Is Miracle (18+)

The next day came as fast as ever, tension in my heart. My mum was even my reminder on not missing my section with Maryam.

9pm and i was headed to brick city but this time i was driving myself with my mum’s car. No license but Abj no be lagos.

I arrived after 30 minutes and parked at the front of the house. Alighting i walked towards the door calming myself and then gave a knock on the door.

“the door is opened”, her voice came from inside.

I hesitated before turning the knob and entering the parlor.

“goodmorning”, i greeted as i located my arse on the cushion.

She responded. We went silent and the atmosphere was tensed.we both avoided eye contacts but i knew it won’t last long.
“why”, i asked breaking the silence as i made up my mind to settle this once and for all
“i really dont know”, she responded.

“please lets begin our section”, she added as she headed toward the room.

I contemplated for a while before i followed suit.minutes later i was professionally doing my job as a massuer(real spelling,Fvvk auto completion).

I rounded up her butts and withdrew my hands,and headed back to the parlor.

She joined later on and we started chatting a bit though not on the main subject matter.

i discovered she was 20(like my eldest sibling) and grew up in kano,blah blah blah.

12noon i announced my departure as i grabbed my back and headed to the door.

“why”, her soft voice halted me at the door.

“i have another appointment”, i answered innocently.

“not the answer to my question, why do you treat me like trash”, her voice was now getting damp.

I voided any feeling of guilt in my heart and decided to tell her my fears straight up, ‘i no wan hear any English’.

I started by telling her how i admired her but how scared i am of her husband and how my head will still be best suited on my neck.

She was just staring at me,not moody but sad.

“i want you but you are untouchable”, i replied as i seeped out of the house and drove straight home.

Then came that Friday, October 7th,a day i won’t forget. My dad drove me and my mum to the airport.

“NNAMDI AZIKWE AIRPORT” was inscribed.

After necessary documentation by my parents we were checked out for a flight by 1pm.

It was some minutes past 12pm and our flight was announced via the public address system.

We boarded sitting side by side and soon the plane headed for the runaway and took off.

No long details for the uneventful journey.hours later we landed at the heathrow airport.

Our light luggage was dispatched and my mum made a call. Minutes later a taxi came,picked us up and stopped at a large building.

“THE STANWELL HOTEL” was the inscription.

We were helped by the potter who took our luggage to the room after clearance from the reception. *London fine die*.

Feeling tired i jumped on the bed but slept for maybe an hour cos my mum woke me and ordered me to go take my bath.

The next day i woke up very early maybe 5:am(same with Nigerian Time),i unlocked my mum’s laptop and connected to the free Wifi service and logged on my Facebook. I replied some messages then posted a pix i snapped with my mum at the heathrow airport’s hallway.

“welcome to London”,i captioned