After about 30 minutes because of the terrible traffic on the road, we got to the junction that connects our street.

And that’s where Chidinma’s Mother’s restaurant is.

We had to beg the taxi driver to stop so that one of us can go in and pass a message.

“Please driver, two minutes please,” I demanded as he stopped in front of the restaurant.

I rushed in immediately.

“Good day Ma,” I greeted with a tired face.

“Haa! Adanna how are you? You look so tired,” Chidinma’s mother asked.

“Yes, Ma, a dim ezigbo (I am really) tired and we need food,” I replied.

“Heei! Where are your friends naa?”

“They are inside the taxi (I pointed), we need Chidinma to bring the usual for us,” I hurriedly said as the taxi man horned with impatience.

“Okay nwa m (my child), she will bring it now.”

“Alright Ma,” I said as I rushed out of her restaurant into the taxi.

The driver who was already angry that I wasted a lot of time in the restaurant drove off in a hurry.

“Haba! Oga take it easy naa, I don’t blame you because you don’t know how hungry we are,” Prisca said.

We all burst into annoying laughter even the taxi man.

“But it’s true naa, if the man can just get this hungry, he would understand,” Prisca retorted.

“Juliet! You are not talking again?” Prisca asked Juliet.

“My sister, the hunger don lock up my mouth for good,” Juliet replied.

“You need it!” Ijay cut in on Juliet.

“Come, Madam Ijay abeg mind your mouth,” Juliet yelled at Ijay.

“Oga abeg stop us in front of that gate,” I directed the taxi man.

“Or what will happen?” Ijay asked Juliet.

The taxi driver stopped in front of our gate.

“Abeg make una wait make I come down because this una quarrel, I no get power to contribute or separate,” Prisca said as she shifted Juliet and Ijay aside.

I hurriedly paid the impatient taxi man as he brought down all we bought from the market from his car boot.

“Oga thank you o,” Prisca said to the taxi driver as he revised his car and drove off.

Juliet and Ijay were still running their mouths as they exchanged words as always.

“See Ada! Come make we carry our own bags and be going upstairs o, no dey mind these ones wey still get fuel to talk,” Prisca said to me.

I ignored Ijay and Juliet as I carried two big bags and followed Prisca upstairs.

“Juliet can talk o, shey!” Prisca said as we climbed the stairs.

“I don’t have strength this afternoon. Let them be disgracing their village people outside there,” I replied.

We got to our door and found out that neither of us had the keys with us.

“Ada do you have the key?” Prisca asked.

“No, I don’t. I think it’s with Juliet.”

“So we have to climb down again with this hunger?” Prisca asked.

“No, I think they are climbing up. I can hear their voices,” I retorted.

“Village women, just imagine how loud their voices are. No atom of shame,” Prisca said referring to Ijay and Juliet.

“Madan congo oo, they will still shine your congo again,” Juliet screamed as she climbed the stairs.

“Is it your congo? You never begin enjoy congo shining naa. If only you have tasted it, you’d be envying my fun right now…nonsense,” Ijay replied.

“Shhhh! Close una mouth there. Una no get shame?” Prisca screamed at Ijay and Juliet.

“Seriously, I don’t know how we ended up like this! This thing you both are doing right now really portray that both of you are illiterate market women,” I added.

“See, you all know that I love respecting myself,” Ijay said in defense.

“Shut up! Madam fake respect,” Juliet cut in on Ijay.

“Have you girls seen it? Have you seen how this idiot is insulting and running her mouth?” Ijay complained.

“Abegi, I tire for una jare. Which one of you carry house key?” Prisca asked.

“I have the key,” Juliet replied as she brought out the keys from her bag and handed it over to Prisca.

Prisca unlocked our apartment as we all carried our bags inside.

“Ada! Call Chidinma again naa,” Prisca said in desperation.

“Let me call her because I didn’t even see her in the restaurant,” I replied as I reached for my phone to call Chidinma.

“Haba Ada! That means these our hunger go last long o,” Juliet said as she locked the door.

“So na now you remember say you dey hungry,” I asked Juliet with rage in my tone.

“Ada no mind that your short rounded village girl, she’s always looking for my trouble,” Juliet replied.

As I was about dialing Chidinma’s phone number, we got a knock on our door.

“Could it be Chidinma?” I asked as I paused with my phone call.

“Abeg make e be her o,” Prisca chimed in.

“Juliet open the door naa,” I said.

Juliet was closer to the door that was why I demanded she open the door.

Juliet opened the door, and it was Chidinma.

“Oh! God thank you,” Prisca said as she rushed to help her with the food packages she was struggling with.

“Good afternoon corpers,” She greeted with smiles.


“Even if you no greet, you have done enough greeting with this food,” Juliet said to Chidinma.

I quickly opened my wallet to give her some money before Ijay barged in from the bathroom with another drama.

About Winnie Oti

WINNIE is a fun story writer, freelance copywriter, blogger and talk show presenter. She is popularly known as a dating/relationship therapist with her contribution in big platforms like Quora, Huffington's post, Ezines, and so many others. She has written many dating/relationship books which you can find on Amazon. She is an adventurous Nigerian Lady that challenges herself in all she does. Above all, she is the author of the award-winning romantic story; THE MISUNDERSTOOD WOMAN.

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