HAPPY NEW YEAR everyone! What better way can i start the year on this blog than sharing my first ever short story written by me. It is a fiction. Please feel free to leave a comment. Thank you for your time. Miss Badmus.
Sitting on my chair at work busy as usual my office land phone rang and I picked. “Just confirming u r on seat” was what I heard.
“Any issue?” My reply.
Conversation ended with no further response.
Then, I saw a lady with a box, with my food knowledge I knew it was cake. But for who?
She walked towards my direction. My thoughts were “Lord, let it be red velvet from Cakes n Cream or MonaSweets(her cakes are fabulous also).” “Who can possibly surprise me, get a grip, you are still very single, no one knows or admires you”. “Lord, please let it b mine!” “But I need to lose weight!” “Who cares? I can eat it and lose it later.”
Then she stopped right in front of me, and I felt every eye move from the lady to me, pierced through my skin. The kind that will make one miss a step and tumble down d stairs.
Then she asked, “Are you Miss Tracy?”
Gathering composure, I replied “Yes, I am. How may I help u?”
“This red velvet cake is for you, so is this bag.” I had just noticed the bag for the first time because my gaze had been only on the cake.
As the chic that I am, feeling important I asked; “From who please?”
She replied “Mr Ade!”
“But I don’t know any Mr Ade, are you sure it’s mine?” I said even if I pinched myself for asking. This is how I’ll let this “every lady’s beautiful surprise dream” go. Abeg, probably an admirer who changed his name. I’ll enjoy my life mhen! ONE LIFE TO LIVE.
So I collected it all and gave her 5000naira tip for bringing me this GOOD FORTUNE. Be reasonable, if am to buy all these, it’ll cost a lot more.
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| A Delicious MonaSweet Cake |
I open d bag and am perplexed!
A beautiful sexy, I mean SEXY, its screaming SEXY lingerie!
Tie-side knicker with Agent Provocateur written across the back. Wow!!! This guy sabi better thing o! A pure tomato red satin with ties on each side. Can’t wait to even wear and get it untied. With matching red colored see-thru embroidered lace top. What more can I say, am not lucky, AM BLESSED!
Nifemi hadn’t heard of it so she decided to google it, like I cared.
Even as Ogo went on and on about it been very expensive and how she felt it would have been too ridiculous for her to spend £80 on a single “pant” as she called it on her trip to Uk. Lol.
At the bottom is, OMG!!! Am I dreaming??
V. I. P. ticket to MAXWELL’s show! He too sabi “Woman’s Worth!” Wow!!!!
This is truly a blessing! Am so going to form for everyone!
Feeling good with myself to have an admirer with such quality and vast taste.
I felt d envious looks from fellow ladies both married, engaged, in relationship, single and “all join” ladies. For d first time, am d centre of attention!!
YIPEE!! *dancing alingo*
“Tracy, who is this Mr Ade? Na wa o! The man must like u and must be sexy. A sweet way to say he wants to have sex with u.”
“I wish say my bobo fit even surprise me like this for work not just for bed sef!”
“Tracy, na you dey rein o!”
“Total waste of money.”
Different comments I paid no attention. There I was, paying absolutely no attention to anyone but Me, Myself, and my new collection!
BEST VALENTINE EVER!!!
As usual, I brought out my blackberry, took different pictures and changed my display picture to the finest and most visible, ensured it showed the gifts and I, no dulling! Let the comments start flowing and make me feel as important as A QUEEN! I was on top d world!
JUST when I was about to cut cake for my buddies who had brought a knife and plates, so I can get them off my back and quickly get back to my phone to start responding to comments, I heard “STOP!”
I turned round to see d delivery woman hurriedly walking to me. After snapping out of d 10 seconds shock I asked “WHY?”
Seriously what right does she have to stop me from cutting my cake? Abi poison dey inside?
Then she said; “Am very sorry ma, but you are not the owner. I wrongly delivered it to u. The Miss Tracy am to give is in the next building. Thank the Lord you haven’t touched the cake. I would have lost my job now! I just looked at the number of this building as I was outside again. Am very sorry ma. Please ma forgive me.”
Out of humiliation and disappointment, the only thing I heard myself angrily ask was “WHERE IS MY MONEY?” After all, am not her father, I didn’t come to Lagos to throw money away. Not even to someone who had brought MISFORTUNE upon me.
