Rema nods, "oh y'all look alike a lot though, how come he never mentioned you?"
"I'm a very private person"
"Zara? What does it mean anyway?"
"Princess"
"Make sense, I mean you look like a princess"he winks at me.
"Thank you" I tried to hide the bl...
I stare at the ceiling for what seemed like eternity. Rema words kept replaying in my head. Today would make it officially three months since I've been in Nigeria.
Do what makes you happy
Influencing made me happy, it made me proud. I remember the first time I posted a picture on Instagram, my account didn't blow up until covid-19 I started a makeup challenge that went viral, since then my engagements blew up.
Aside the fact I was hiding like a nobody in Nigeria I was very popular, I was still low ranked but in certain in Nigeria I was very big. I had millions of follows on every social media page. Only if mom accepts my wishes.
I have the money to afford whatever I want but mom being mom will never acknowledge it, she believes the entertainment industry is not worth the stress.
I sigh and roll on my stomach, I grab my phone and went on my Instagram. After graduation I disabled all my accounts except my Snapchat. No one knows why I did except Michael now Rema.
I stood up and went into my closet. I picked out some outfits then I applied makeup on my face.
I set up my ring lights, positioned my phone on the holder and started taking pictures. After an hour of snapping and deleting I found the perfect one. I log on the app again, different notifications popped in.
I click the post button and sigh as the picture posted.
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I exit the app and threw the phone on my bed. I lean over and grab my half rolled blunt. I lit it with a sigh.
I grab my phone from the bed.
"Hey sis?"
"What again Michael?"
"Come and open the door" he hung up. I went to open the door for him, only Michael will show up to my house uninvited. "Come in" I step aside so he could enter.
"How are you?" Michael ask
"I'm great" i shut the door, "let's go to my room" I walk into my bedroom.
Michael enters, he place a cold stone bag on my lap. "I got it for you" he smile at me. I smile back see why I love him? "So how have you been?" He kick off his sneakers and lay on the bed.
I shrug, "I've been normal"
"I saw your post on Instagram, whatever changed your mind?"
I shrug, "nothing actually I just feel it's high time I take charge of life and do what I please"
