Diary of the Crazy Shaniqua Bello

Log Fifty-three: FEELINGS

FIFTY-THREE
FEELINGS

Tuesday

11:35 pm

Dear, Diary

ELVIS: Hello, Shaniqua. Are you home?

Why was he asking if I was home at 11 in the middle of the night? Did he have work for me? Didn't his Ashawo show up? Didn't he have a life? Or did he just want to inform me about tomorrow's schedule?

ME: Good evening sir. Yes, I am back home.

Responding the way in which I did felt weirder, it almost felt as if I was transported back to 2020 and I was chatting with my dad.

ELVIS: Good. Just checking up on you.

What the biscuit! What the actual tangerine!

I checked the name well to confirm that this wasn't my father I was chatting with and that I wasn't dreaming because he was using the exact words my dad used, plus, why the hell was he checking up on me?

ME: Thank you very much sir, but you didn't have to.

ME: Thank you once again for the phone too.

ELVIS: You've not sent Esosa's bills yet, you promised to send them tonight.

It almost felt like he was smiling behind his phone like he was bored and wanted to chat with me. Wasn't he a B-list Nigerian celebrity or something? Didn't he have friends or models to chat with? Why was he reminding me about ripping him off?

ME: It's all good sir. You've done enough already.

My message felt like it carried some kind of double meaning so I added,

ME: The phone is more than enough for compensation.

I half expected him to send something like, "Good. How was your date?", but he said,

ELVIS: Thank you and goodnight then.

, and I felt a strange feeling of disappointment.

It felt like I was secretly happy to see his message and now that it looked like he was simply caring about the well-being of his staff due to the guilt he must have been feeling for the embarrassment I got earlier from his ex, I felt...disappointed and even more disappointed at myself for thinking or caring about him caring for me if that even makes any sense.

I'm just going to sleep now.

A lot of things are beginning to run through my brain.

Tomorrow.

Shaniqua

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