Below is the experience of one of the most talented/creative/girly writers I know.
Enjoy!
Yes! She gave me an opportunity to do this…a time to share
what whispered to me…Now how am I going to talk, whisper to you…? Stop! Shut
up!! Just Stop! No! I’m going to talk back to you… Shhh! I’ve to ‘whisper’
what you ‘whispered’ to the ‘whisperer’
When I look back at that day, I wonder how I could have done
that! So daft silly of me! Geezzzz!!! It was a long and hectic Friday at
work and all I just wanted to do when I get home, was throw my bag on the floor
and dive roll on that bed of mine. Just as I stepped out of the office
building, singing happily in my head, my phone ‘Pung’ so many times. Well,
curious to know who won’t allow me breathe this free fresh air I just inhaled,
I scrolled to the message, lo and behold it was my close friend ‘goatie’
*That’s what I call her* She was
actually buzzing trying to remind me that she was on her way to my
house.
Choi! Today is today *Pardon
my English* Look at me that was dreaming of sleeping away the whole night,
with my pillow as DJ Skillz. It’s not that I wasn’t looking forward to seeing
my goatie, but mhen, that’s loads of never-ending gist, giggles and you know…to
catch up on *Yea I know, you’ll shake
your head and say girls can gossip talk! Who cares?*
On getting home, she was already at the gate waiting for me!
From our walk into the house till like nine pm, the gist had started in full
swing. Only for her to tell me that we had a hang-out that night! *Oh someone help me! What?! My sleep!!!*
I tried to convince my stubborn ‘goatie’ that I won’t go since I was extremely
tired but she won’t hear any of that! Lest, I forget, she knows how to persuade
people like a policeman collects bribe.
After agreeing to the Friday night gig and allowing me be
boring while we were out, we got dressed and hopped into our her
friend’s ride who was with his own friend. I tried to be nice, until my
‘goatie’ sent me a message to my BBM, *Yea!
You know, we didn’t want them to hear Us* that she just met our her so called friends this morning when he
gave her a lift to her office bus-stop, that he was really nice. Gosh! I felt
like giving her a hard knock, *How could
she do that?* only for the dude to jolt me back to the present scene and
say:
MR.
ANONYNMOUS: Sorry ladies! Hope you don’t
mind if we stop at my house so I could pick up some more cash and change my
clothes?
My friend murmured back a reply as we both exchanged glances
GOATIE: Ernnn! Ok
All of a sudden the speed of the car increased as I kept
wondering if the ‘OK’ had made this guy, whose name I never got to know
roar. I kept looking out of the window for familiar landmarks as I realized we
were already driving into Magodo. Only for our her dear friend to turn
the car to a darkly lit road, my heartbeat started pounding, ‘invisible yam’
before I knew what was happening, he was driving into a kind of uncompleted
fence hiding a house that revealed some rugged guys smoking in chain circles.
Before we could even get a full view of what lay inside that
building my friend goatie and I opened the still moving car door, jumped
and ran out for our dear lives. Like we both had the same thought flash through
our minds, the same voice whisper to us, we ran like a mad man was on our
heels, like we were in a race and we had reached the finish line but just
couldn’t stop running.
We found ourselves at the bus-stop and tried to catch our
breaths as I figured out what next to do…Not like we even had enough money to
take us home at eleven thirty pm. With shaking hands, I scrolled through the
numbers on my phone as ‘goatie’ was still looking around us in fear and dialed
a trusted friend who lives in Magodo *Ehen!
I know you’ll say more trouble* who said he *Yes! He!!!* will be with us shortly.
In less than thirty minutes, ‘Superman’ came to our rescue and whisked us off to his house.
Despite his look at the two of us in our skimpy dresses, he never asked any
questions *Phew!* and I don’t think I
will have given him a truthful answer either. I could hardly sleep that morning
but kept slapping myself for not listening to my instinct
‘whisperer’. As for ‘goatie’, I had no
words for her but I really don’t want to question the ’What-if’ but simply go
on my knees and thank God.
Over time, through life’s journey we go through times where we
may not want to do something and our INSTINCT whispers to us with all
sincerity, please listen to IT because that could always be the truth talking
to you. Sometimes you don’t have to question it because it’s you talking to
YOU!
Before I take a humble bow, thanks to Mo for giving me a chance to share my experience. *Muah!* You all, have a fab week and
if the whisperer whispers to YOU, sure do the right thing!
*Flips
hair and walks away dragging ‘MY WHISPERER’
