I had a really long day and I just wanted to get home and pass out. The demon that is Port Harcourt traffic had other plans for me, as nearly all my access routes were locked down and I was stuck. My mom still hadn’t called me, so I supposed the idiotic cousin has not said anything to her, and I was happy I didn’t have to deal with that drama at the moment. I just pulled into Ada George Road, singing along to Mikka’s Love You When I’m Drunk, when my phone beeped. And it was my uncle – yes, the father to the idiotic cousin. I increased the volume of my music, and then answered the call.
Me: Good evening, sir.
Nosy Uncle: Good evening, my dear, how are you?
Me: I am fine, thank you.
NU: Where you are? It is quite noisy.
Me: *increasing the volume again* Yes, it’s quite noisy here. Can I call you later, sir?
NU: NO! (As if he knew I had no such plan) I want to see you in Onitsha this weekend! (He was shouting over the music)
Me: I take classes during the weekends, so it may not be possible. (Big lie. All my classes are virtual; I can take them anytime)
NU: So when will you make it?
Me: I really can’t say now, but I will work out something and call you. (Right!) Continue reading