KOKO'S DIARY

KOKO’S DIARY

My name is Koko yep Koko! Not Koko in the any funny accent please…. I am a young girl between the ages 18-25(not ladylike to tell my age) and I am going to be pouring out my life activities with you guys it might not be a day to day recap but anyways stay entertained.

 I was at the salon the other day and trust me you won’t believe the kind of topics that come up when two or more women are gathered. You call it gossip but oh well it’s simply gist. A very well dressed lady walked in and first caught the eyes of everyone as the shop just went mute first to gaze at her. God that human hair was it Brazilian or Peruvian or Indian on her head, I couldn’t tell almost immediately but it must cost a fortune I thought. Light skinned and averagely tall with a killer body (those thick backsides yes no homo) damn this girl must be a big time chikito. She went straight to who you would have assumed was her regular customer and when she sat down I just couldn’t end my sharp and obvious stare. Suddenly my phone started ringing and it got my attention only for me to now look up later and she was gone. Ha ha where did she go to? Ogini??? was she not content with what they could offer ni abi wetin PSCHEEW all this classy people how will they ever get to rub off on us if we never get to relate or sit together for long? It was my turn to make my nails now so I quietly walked into the tightly packed inner shop. ‘no fan or ac” I asked ‘this heat is terrible oh!’ Can we stay outside? She agreed so she carried her stuffs while I moved outside dragging my chair behind me. I saw aunty classy again standing beside a car. Suddenly she turned around and opened the door. What looked very much like two heads coming close was all I could see before the salon worker came and said please turn this way. My Amebo was already at its peak as I just turned half way, when I turned back she was already standing on the road again waving to the now moving car. Shit I had missed what happened but the smile on her face meant something good was happening for her. She picked her steps so majestically like the queen of the earth as I watched her pass me by filling the air with her perfume. ‘Please I will like to book an appointment for tomorrow’ she said in what sounded like a britico accent. Tush Tush I said still not having a sharp glance at her face yet. She walked to the counter and after talking to the lady she walked out of the shop.

Then I noticed two ladies hit their hands together and just assumed she was the reason for that Amebo gesture. I turned my ears to their direction only for me to hear the joke of the century. Risika ko ni yen ni? (is that not risika?) She said in Yoruba language. I couldn’t hide the big surprise on my face risika ke? What the hell happened to all the Tush names in the world? The story was getting more interesting now as the other woman just shook her head and hit her laps in a way to tell her friend wonders shall never end. Ha ha so riskita is now a big girl like this? That she cannot greet or does she not remember me ni? I used to dash her change then when I go to buy food in her mum’s shop. She is now fair like this? Ha ha she quickly turned to the hairdresser who answered her almost immediately. ‘She is now a top class girl oh. Didn’t you see the car that dropped her? Awon olowo ma ni ore risi!’ (She only has rich friends). Didn’t you hear her say she is here to book an appointment? At this point I was so into their conversation I just ignored the woman in front of me who kept saying please adjust! The gist was getting more and more interesting I just knew there was more to that girl and I was ready to hear everything from the now deeply taken women. ‘Since she lost her father, she has been the one carrying her family oh!’ one of the women said.  How do you mean? Does her mum not sell anymore ni? ‘Her mum sells but risi is their main source of feeding. I heard she lied to people in the area that she was in school and she was always resuming in the campus but never going to classes. She even had a room in the school premises there. I don’t now know how she got it. The other day she was found carrying ebo in the compound and was asked to pack out with her family. Her mother had to beg. I was still starring when the other woman brought out the exact words from my mouth. ‘If she has that much money as you claim why is she still living in this neighborhood with her mother? I kept looking at the woman to get what would have made more than enough sense then she said ‘ha you think it is easy to have a house in Lagos ni? Orishirishi cars that come to this area come here to drop or pick her o. she is a really big girl I even heard she now moves with that baba ile keji(the native doctor nearby) that he is the one that did her sinbere (jazz) for her. At this time, I was almost done with my nails and all I could imagine was how the lady had walked into the shop and that hair she had on her head no one in the world who have ever imagined all that talk about her. The jazz and her dirty lifestyle wont blend so perfectly with such class she moved around with. Some people have their ways I said as I brushed my already tangled but ever shiny noble avatar, paid for my nails and set off for home. We see them like that every day and wish to be them, but we never ask ourselves what they have done to get to that level and why they live the way they do. As I walked on my Healy Street, long and dusty, I thanked God for where I was and where I was going to.

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                                                                                                                          Koko :*