In my Ugliness

🏔️ Chapter 68 🏔️

Compliments of the season and for those who were expecting a chapter earlier, here's my written excuse. 😭

If you ask me how my Christmas was I'll put it in a brief dialogue.

(Eno picks up her phone to type)
Mom: Eno!!
Dad: Eno!!!
My twin: Eno!!!!

Whenever I decide to use my phone, one distant family member will call from nowhere and say she has been trying to call my parents but couldn't reach them and she would love to talk to them. As if that wasn't enough, my siblings called through my phone. As much I wanted to talk to them, they also had to talk to my parents too, the both of them!

Long calls!!!! The endless prayers!!! For a moment I was like, is it you guys birthday or Jesus' birthday? 😂🤣

That's how the whole community called me. 😂🤣

Worse, my twin's phone got stolen too and I have to use my phone for her business, confirming payments and talking to her clients.

The worst of it all- We had low voltage on the 24th -26th. The light couldn't charge my phone (I posted it on my status). Currently there hadn't been light since 27th till now.  I was supposed to drop the wedding chapter before 1st. That was the goal but unforeseen circumstances ruined it for me.

I've been managing my battery. 😂🤣

With this great Sacrifice I've made, please vote and comment.

I'll attend to previous comments. I've been too stingy with my battery that's why.

Let the comments flood in!

Chapter 68

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Monday

Kilahi packed her hair into a neat bun, feeling a lightness in her spirit, as if her prayers had been lifted into the heavens. She picked up her phone, her fingers trembling slightly with anticipation, and dialed Aunty Abebi’s number.

“Hello, Kilahi,” Aunty Abebi’s voice echoed softly through the receiver, a gentle warmth that wrapped around Kilahi like a comforting blanket.

“Good morning, Aunty Abebi,” Kilahi replied, a hint of uncertainty in her tone. She wasn’t sure if Aunty Abebi would be awake at this hour.

“Thank God you’re awake,” She added, relief flooding her voice.

“The question is, could I sleep?” Aunty Abebi’s voice was laced with fatigue, a soft chuckle escaping her lips.

“Why?” Kilahi asked in curiousity .

“I woke up with a terrible headache, and apparently, it’s still here. Worst of all, the nausea. I hate vomiting, Kilahi. It feels like no matter what I eat, I still end up losing it. Right now, I’m in bed, craving chips and chicken without sauce. The last time I had sauce, it was horrible. But I can’t go to work to get it because I’m calling in sick. I’ve never called in sick before, but I don’t want anyone giving me those strange eyes.”