Thursday 23 March 2017

Diary Of a Slay Queen pt.1

DIARY OF A SLAY QUEEN                         chapter1.                                        So far my life sucks , i literarily hate my life. My name is Denora Njoku.
My friends call me berrylicious.I'm 25 and from imo state.I have a  very big problem right now,I have no where to go and nothing to wear. i pick up my iPhone and check for messages, there were none......just then my doorbell rang.I ran out to answer immediately. I heard d shriek before I saw the girl, Soma waltzed into my apartment, and yes! She goes into everywere with a flourish .                         "Bitch,there is a party this evening,all the top politicians will be there to throw cash around" . she said in a singsong voice                      "haaaaaaa,good news finally"  .it really was good news.I had started thinking of how i will spend d whole day wondering  how boring and uneventful my social life is.I mean,I literally wear clothes n take pictures outside my door to post on Instagram so my so-called friends will think my life is interesting. I opened a bottle of champagne while Soma and I toasted to our good fortune. And so I was busy thinking of how good my new Michael kors boots will go with that good American jeans when I heard d familiar buzz of my phone. it was my mom "ebele" she shouted immediately I picked,I cringed.I hate it when she calls me that,   "mama,ogini" I answered impatiently                                 "are u okay,?I had a dream oh, where are you?", she always starts every sentence with I had a dream so i really wasn't disturbed.                                       " what dream?" I asked           "you were at a party dancing one minute and the next you were lying unconscious on the floor".The hairs on the back of my neck stood up as she mentioned the party but I waved it aside, I wouldn't let one small thing ruin my social life                                   " ngwanu mama,there is no party.you and this your dreams,in fact u should go and be a prophetess "  I chided her gently hoping she will forget,she did luckily and hung up after telling me stories of how she saved so many people through her dreams. I turned to soma who pretended she hadn't heard any of that, she was a rich girl from a wealthy home who chose to live a jaded life,most times she ignores my background but sometimes she doesn't and that well ....its a story for another day. "so babe,you need to upgrade and get at least an iPhone six" she said it nonchalantly like she was asking me to change my slippers. I covered my shame with a smile.                             "you can introduce me to a rich guy tonight and that won't be a problem"  I joked ,inwardly resenting why life had to be so unfair.                                        "that is not a problem but you don't need a guy for that you know?" As Soma ratted on about the joys of being rich, My mind drifted to what my mum said about the party,I wondered what she  meant and I was willing to find out.after all,what is life...

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