Tapestry Of Lives: A Multifaceted Journey

Chapter Seventeen

BUMMI’S P.O.V

I sat in a film house’s bar---just me and my bottle of water. Am still finding it hard to believe that I got myself a bottle of water. Because I use to buy sachet water since I lost my job. But today, I gathered the urge to get one. 

Sachets water are very cheap here in nigeria, unlike the bottle water----though they are cheap as well but quite expensive for my wallet. 

I kept myself busy as I scroll over on my phone---viewing one of nigeria’s famous artist----Ayra starr’s latest musical concert at toronto, canada. 

Am not use to being a fan of nigeria songs, but sometimes I just love the low of it. Especially one of them, named---Shallipopi. And Rema. I can go on and on naming as much as possible but as a church’s chorister, am not supposed to be listening to songs like this. 

My most favourite songs comes from Hillsong United. An international, australian band. I can’t stop listening to one of them: Tapestry…….. 

My battery gave me a slight warning--indicating a red signal that my battery will die soon. 

Oops! Daisy! 

I took out my white long android charger out of my old fading leather purse and quickly plugged my phone at the socket beside me. 

Thank God the film house is not that busy today, I’d be more concerned about someone sneaking in to steal my phone away. Just like what I heard about someone in my vicinity……..Her phone was taking away anonymously, leaving only her phone’s charger and her little blue flashlight. 

The lawsuit was so serious that they had to involve the police. After set are done, no positive result came out. She only wasted a lot of money for the case with no proof. That was her, who carelessly misplaced her phone in a barbing shop, and this is me, trying my every strenght to protect mine. 

I’d like to ask one thing, please give me a positive response. 

Would you be happy or see it as a normal thing if you keep sending someone text messages and that person seem to have seen and read it all with a big green proof signal that your messages have been read for days ago and still, no response from the reader yet?

What will you call that? How will you feel? Huh? 

Isn’t that snubbing? Or bullshit? 

You won’t believe this. I sent that son of a bitch eight messages for the past 24 hours and he gives me the silent-----------

Ugh!!! 

Damn him

I hate being ignored or abandoned.

The urge of squeezing----sabotizing something, especially his inbox in my phone grills inside my stomach. 

Why is he not responding? Few hours ago, he was online and now he is not. What the living hell is up with this guy? 

Why my mates are busy enjoying the movie show that just started few minutes ago upstairs, am here on the ground floor, fighting over the security of my phone. Apart from that, I don’t even have the money to get a passing ticket to join the showroom---------

“Excuse me, angel.” 

I lifted up my eyes to meet a pair of jet-black eyes staring into mine. 

My brain can’t really remember having seen such tantalizing face before. So, I don’t mind--------

“Are you expecting someone?”