By Nightengale Ben-Onyeukwu
‘African’s are used to sleeping with wet hair…forget it, mum. It’ll dry by tomorrow, okay?’
Louisa put down the sweater she was knitting; ignoring Chioma she pulled her out from underneath the sheets. Then, she took the hairdryer and gently dried every strands of Chioma’s hair.
‘Chioma, never forget to dry your hair or you’ll get sick.’
‘Mum, there are things that will never kill African man. Things like open defecation, eating with your hands, playing with sand, picking your nose…’
‘Oh, stop…’
‘Mum, why should I stop?’ Chioma looked at Louisa with a smile on her face.
‘I thought you’re smart,’Louisa quietly mumbled.
‘Of course I am the smartest.’She kissed Louisa’s cheek, then went back to sleep.
The next day was Friday. Chioma had a simple breakfast of Akara, akamu and bread, with her mother and brother before leaving for Star Restaurant, dressed in a white T-shirt with a red coat and long black tousers. It wasn’t luxury brands, but it was full of liveliness. The most perfect thing about clothes was wearing clothes that looked good on you no matter how cheap they might be. Chioma was obviously looking like a university student in her outfit. She would change into her uniform once she reached the restaurant.
Star Restaurant was known to be attended by poor folks but lately, it seemed heaven opened the door to let rich folks frequent the restaurant as well, especially since Michael was spotted in the restaurant. Because of this, Emeka hired more waitresses, thereby reducing the burden a bit for Chioma and Chisom. The restaurant was flourishing more than before, and Emeka felt that Chioma’s presence had brought the goodluck.
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