Must Read: My Name Is Miracle (18+)

7 years ago

Must Read: My Name Is Miracle (18+)

#My first day in London,

i took my bath as early as possible while my mum was still sleeping.dressing up in my pencil jean and my hood and her laptop i stepped out.

Our room was one of the rooms in the Victoria house section and so had a patio to itself.

I relaxed on one of the cushions and started surfing the net(omo i no carry last o) ‘their MB must suffer’.

Unlike the slow speed of internet surfing in the so few internet-free hotels the speed over here was killer fast.

I must had spent upto an hour when my mum called on me, i left the laptop on the table(very safe) and went to answer her.she was fully dressed and told me we were headed to one of the boutique downstairs.

Returning the laptop we headed out and was soon shopping for God knows what.

“mummy i like this”, i told her holding a red sweater.

“shey,u are working, buy it for yourself”, she responded.

I wasnt letting go easily and i pushed on. After much begging she succumbed and i was a proud owner of a $25 blazing red sweater. The babes i calculated with my eyes were dozens but as per JJC for this land i held myself(my mama no fit stop me atall).

Some minutes before noon and i reminded her i hadn’t eating all day.

“glutton”, she insulted as she led the way out of the boutique.

Like you all know the street of London is occupied like wuse market but it is more orderly.

We ate in one of the Africa only restaurant. *na Akpu i chop*. I was munching as fast as possible to the irritation of my mum but i no send.

Finishing the small sized ‘fufu’ like they called it o ordered for 3 more.my mum was visibly angry.

“i will tell daddy that you are starving Me here”, i threatened her when she asked the waiter to bring just one.

She had no choice but to succumb as i finished eating the meal(egusi soup).topping it with a bottle of water i thanked her smiling and then i observed she haven’t even eaten half of hers.

I offered to help and she flamed up.

“so after eaten those huge balls you r still not satisfied?”, a voice from behind asked, it definitely was a female voice but defiantly not my mum’s.

Turning back i saw an African-british girl smiling at me.

“not at all or do you wanna help me to some”, i asked her returning her smile.

“oh waiter bring ten of those to this gentleman”, she said towards one of the female waiter her accent now noticeable by my ears.

I countered amidst laughters from all quarters of the restaurant, i never knew my drama had been noticed.

My mum who had been silent was visibly happy at my plight.

Jessica was her name and we soon started chatting up as her table was beside ours. She came alongside her Nigerian dad who was now exchanging greetings with my mum.

I asked her for her Facebook username(she na X2 i go carry go London?, tufia) , i muttered it repeatedly like a mad man to the amazement of my mum(i no one hear say i forget).

Reaching back the hotel room i logged in my account and added her up,minutes later she accepted and straight up i typed “hi”.