BARBIE TEE’s Diary | Ms WakaWaka Versus Iya Sikira [The Genesis]

Hip Hip Hip Hooray! Hip Hip Hip Hooray! Hip Hip Hip Hooray! Happy Birrrr—oh sorry, it’s not even my birthday but I am happy like it is. If anyone should try to ride a horse inside me, in fact it will run smoothly.

Some of you would be wondering why I am happy considering the fact that my wish to be an Americana girlfriend didn’t go as planned, well me don comot my mind for that one oh; isn’t life about picking up oneself after a loss and moving on? And I don learn my lesson a very long time ago say if one okro no draw, na to throway am cook another one… and as I dey so, I don throway Mr Tokunbo okro and I don wash the pot sef, so now na to find another okro to cook.

Well, about my source of happiness, na una dey make me happy, yes you my wonderful fans, for all the love wey una dey show me through your comments and views… I hereby say a very big thank you to all of you.

If una notice for all my previous posts, I dey first introduce myself before I greet una, but today—in order to show my appreciation—I dey hail una before anything else. So now to introduce myself to those who just joined the wakarians—yeah, that is the official name for all my fans—yeah! Na me be the Beauty wey dey inside Beautiful, na me be the Wonder wey dey inside Wonderful and na me be the Charm wey dey inside Charming, na me be Barbie Tee, Miss WakaWaka of Nigeria. The only girl wey don waka, wey still dey waka, and wey go still dey waka… anybody wey never hear, abeg make una tell dem say Miss WakaWaka don come again!

I was in this very happy mood this morning when I left home for work but one very small thing, I mean a very small—“tintini”—thing wanted to spoil my happiness… the thing I call Iya Sikira. I was on my way out of my compound when I spotted her, and as usual, she hissed like she was in a competition for it; but I didn’t even ‘send’ her, I had to get to work.

And really, if I tell you say I no know wetin I do this woman, una go dey surprised, and the funny thing is that we used to be really close o, you know—as neighbours. She was living in the compound before I packed in, and I won’t lie, she was the first friend I made in the house. As a house wife, she is always at home and always has the full gist of anything that happens in the compound… and normally anytime I was at home, she would come into my room and give me all the gist of what was going on in the compound. She was really nice, she would help me pack my clothes from the line when I washed… she allowed me to send her children on errands, and to even show my appreciation, I became a wardrobe assistant as Iya Sikira would ask for my opinion on outfit anytime wey she wan comot. She used to give me part of the food stuffs she brought back from her village whenever she went there… and me sef gave her a lot of things during our friendship. And that was how we were until when I got my current job.

You see Iya Sikira’s husband, Baba Sikira, is a taxi driver and he leaves home around the same time I leave too. Every morning, he normally goes through the bus stop that leads to my office, I no even know before because as I dey close to his wife, I no dey close to the man like that.

One day, na jeje I dey wey Iya Sikira kon ask me why I no dey follow her husband in the morning since we go towards the same route, I simply told her I didn’t know. The next day, na she kon tell me say her husband don ready, and that was how I started going to work in Baba Sikira’s car every morning… and somehow somehow, me and Baba Sikira started talking.

I was really surprised to know the man was educated; in fact he has an HND. And since we shared the same views on so many issues, the conversation flowed well… and I swear to you guys, I no get am for mind for anytime say I wan give Baba Sikira a taste of my cherry cake; it was just an innocent friendship. And Iya Sikira no even show me say she no like am as I dey get closer to her husband until one evening.

There was no light and I didn’t have fuel in my generator, so I just decided to enjoy fresh breeze at the veranda of my house. I was sitting and thinking about my recent ‘adventures’ when I heard Baba Sikira’s voice beside me, he asked if he could join me and I said welcomed him. He sat down and we started gisting, and you should trust your girl for enough ‘talk talk’, we were there for like two hours talking and laughing… and we were so deep into our conversation that we didn’t know that Iya Sikira had joined us, it was when she talked that I knew she was there….

Iya Sikira: Baba Sikira, ile tisu; e wa losun (Baba Sikira, it is late; come and sleep)

Baba Sikira: Mo n bo (I am coming)

Iya Basira Be Like...

At that point in time, I just stood up and told them both I had to go to bed too because of the next day’s work, so I just went inside and that was it.

The next day, I dressed up for work but Baba Sikira’s car was not parked outside—first time he would leave without me—but “no p” as it wasn’t like I couldn’t pay for my transport before. When I came back from work, Iya Sikira didn’t come out to greet me as usual—maybe she wasn’t at home.

Some minutes after I had entered my room, someone knocked on my door. It turned out to be Sikira, and in her hands were all the movies I had borrowed her mum to watch. When I asked her about her mum, she told me she was sleeping. I collected all the things she brought and made a mental note to talk to Iya Sikira later… but when I saw her that evening, you should all see the way she hissed at me—choi—and that is how it has been till today….

Iya Sikira hasn’t for once told me what I did to her, and whenever I see Baba Sikira sef, na to greet me with nose without looking at my eyes… my people, please tell me what you think I did wrong? Honestly, I don’t know. Maybe you can give me answers from what I have told you… and till next week, I remain your sweetest girl ever, Miss WakaWaka.

Barbie Tee

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