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My Routine

       The setting of this story is in Africa,  Nigeria, 'I'll fix in some african languages and trust me, translation is certain 🤘..

This actually my first time writing here, there might be some typical mistakes while writing but please do pardon me🤗..  I really hope you enjoy it😀

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  Nene's pov

Oh. Am gonna take my horse to.. '
Song "Old time road"

I woke up at exactly 6:00am but not by myself, my alarm did lol.
Before going to bed last night,I planned to clean up every corners in the house and round it up before 7:00am..
but that's not me, I usually waste more time whenever am listening to music while working..

I changed the song to Beyonce  ft wizkid brown skin girl'

"this song is driving me crazy!" I shouted louder than the music, i kept on singing along before

"will you stop that music and stop disturbing the whole community" my aunt's voice cut me off

  "urh! Am switching it off now" I said, my phone buzz immediately I disconnected  it from the bluetooth device.

"Hellloooo chick!.. Oh my!...  Ok! Am on my way"

James just called, making me aware, our boss is around and he wont take it lightly with me if I'm 2mins late to work. Damn.. He act like is a mini god or something..
No one likes him, he's an Indian man though, it appears to be natural of them to behave like that.

Even if my boss is in a good mood he will never show it or take things nicely with his employees, chefs, waiters, waitresses and manager, his so cruel, arrogant, skeptical and annoying, nobody dares advice him to at least limit his ways of doing.

Well am just into this waitress of a thing for a month and it feels like hell!
What choice do a lady like me have, I choose this and am in it.

I left my home, my family, my love ones all the way to Abuja city to stay with my aunty, hoping I can make my dad proud of me again, he have always wanted me to be a hardworking girl that won't be so lazy to support the family and will never give up on challenges easily.

Actually am not that type but since I finished my sophomore, have been at home for about 3month before I realized things have not been going well at home since have been in school.

I started trying different types of jobs.. like factory work, shop attendant and sales rep...

But one thing about my country is... once you don't have enough qualification and connection you won't get a good job.
what am I saying..
  I mean, once you don't have good connection there's no probability of you standing on a solid job, here in Nigeria it's hustling work that keeps to people's daily needs while other kind of job will only fetch you little money, not excluding the fact that you'll use your body and soul till you dry up. Work like workaholic.. hustle till your slippers make hoes...

  I always lay all kinds of complains every day to my mum and dad, their responds makes me really get sad. I realize what it take the same both my parents have been in.

Nevertheless I need to support them cos things are not in good themes at all and my support is all they need.

I finalized every thing and make a decision to stay with my aunt to look for a job around there.
Apart from my family worries, I have other things that hurt me more than I ever thought.
Someone I thought was my everything, my FOREVER , my ride or die , look straight into my face and make a statement I can never forget!!