Confessions of a Fat Girl 37: Last Minute

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December 15th, 2009

Every year, I ask myself this same question; why do I bother decorating my house for Christmas, when we are never here to celebrate it?!

I had this thought, running back home after going for an early morning jog on my street. Approaching my house, I was cheered up by the Christmas lights that adorned the pine trees in front of my house, as well as the balcony and gates, not to mention the illuminated snowmen and dancing Santas on my driveway. Our house was all pimped up, but yet, we will be celebrating Christmas in a house where we would be lucky to have a Christmas tree, talk less of lights.

Once breakfast had been sorted, and the kids were occupied, I drove to my shop. Again, I was satisfied with the progress we have made since my last visit, and that we were looking forward to even more sales for the remaining part of the week. Unfortunately, we will be closed on the real peak days of shopping (the 23rd and 24th, as Nigerians are extremely last minute by nature), but we intend to make the most of the few days we had left.

Glancing across the street, I saw that Uzoamaka’s shop was open, so I proceeded to walk over. It was still as empty as my last visit, and Uzoamaka was there, throwing some items into a big bag.

“Ah, Ihunna!” she greeted, her face lighting up when she saw me.

“Nne, how far?” I asked, eyeing her bag.

“I’m just packing some things for the people in the village. Some of my nieces will really love these clothes.”

My heart melted. That was Uzo for you. Even with her big mouth and annoying tendencies, she has such a big heart. Even now, in the thick of her financial issues, she is still trying to put a smile on people’s faces.

“Don’t you want to hold on to your stock? So that next year, we can start from somewhere?” I had asked.

“No, no need for that!” she said, smiling brightly “God has already sorted me out for 2010! No shaking! With all my relatives coming for Christmas, I know I’ll be able to raise some good cash from them!”

“What if your relatives don’t open their wallets?” I asked, trying to play devil’s advocate.

“Then somebody in that town will! I trust my Oguta! We no dey carry last!” she laughed, and the excitement in her voice was palpable.

“Are we still trying to catch a bobo this Christmas?” I asked, laughing because I already knew the answer.

“But Ihunna, why else do you think I’m going there!” she answered, also laughing.

Before long, we were gisting about our plans for Christmas, over wraps of shawarma and ice cold soft drinks. I knew it wasn’t the best of options for me, but I figured one unhealthy snack wouldn’t kill anyone.

We parted ways with plans to try to see each other this Christmas. Every year, we make the same half hearted plan, but I think we just might be actualizing it this year. Fingers crossed!

Getting home, I attempted to walk past JJ in the hallway, and he immediately grabbed my arm, and pulled me into his study.

“What is the meaning of this??!” I exploded.

“Ihunna, how many more years are you going to punish me for something that happened 10 years ago?!”

“It was 8 years!”

“Same difference!!!” he responded, with much exasperation. “All it takes is for you to remember it, and I’m toast for at least a week.”

“Well, since you know the timeline, why are you harassing me?! After all, it hasn’t been ‘at least a week!’” I said sarcastically.

He threw up in hands in defeat. “Okay, I give up. Whenever you feel it’s time to put me out of my misery, you know where to find me!”

Watching him walk out of the room, I knew he was right. I can’t continue reviving that Ashiedu story, years after the fact. For all I know, the woman is probably married, with children, but yet I am here, punishing my husband for a crime committed long ago.

I think it just might be time to give him a break!

 

 

Catch up on Ihunna’s story here:

  1. Confessions of a Fat Girl 1: Grubbido
  2. Confessions of a Fat Girl 2: Fragile
  3. Confessions of a Fat Girl 3: Defiant
  4. Confessions of a Fat Girl 4: Progress
  5. Confessions of a Fat Girl 5: The Gym
  6. Confessions of a Fat Girl 6: Killjoy
  7. Confessions of a Fat Girl 7: Pain
  8. Confessions of a Fat Girl 8: Frenemies
  9. Confessions of a Fat Girl 9: Exhilarated
  10. Confessions of a Fat Girl 10: Popcorn
  11. Confessions of a Fat Girl 11: Free-fall
  12. Confessions of a Fat Girl 12: Sunday Morning
  13. Confessions of a Fat Girl 13: Mission Reactivated
  14. Confessions of a Fat Girl 14: New Things
  15. Confessions of a Fat Girl 15: Bad Business
  16. Confessions of a Fat Girl 16: Luxury Items
  17. Confessions of a Fat Girl 17: The Solution
  18. Confessions of a Fat Girl 18: Magic Formula
  19. Confessions of a Fat Girl 19: Date Night
  20. Confessions of a Fat Girl 20: Quinoa
  21. Confessions of a Fat Girl 21: Perfect Fit
  22. Confessions of a Fat Girl 22: Keeping In Touch
  23. Confessions of a Fat Girl 23: Delete
  24. Confessions of a Fat Girl 24: Philosophical
  25. Confessions of a Fat Girl 25: Keep it Moving
  26. Confessions of a Fat Girl 26: My Co-Wife
  27. Confessions of a Fat Girl 27: Old Jeans & Old Friends
  28. Confessions of a Fat Girl 28: Prawn Stir Fry
  29. Confessions of a Fat Girl 29: Facebook Tagging
  30. Confessions of a Fat Girl 30: Detox Part 2
  31. Confessions of a Fat Girl 31: Abs & Crunches
  32. Confessions of a Fat Girl 32: Making Notes
  33. Confessions of a Fat Girl 33: Christmas Party
  34. Confessions of a Fat Girl 34: Ashiedu
  35. Confessions of a Fat Girl 35: Willpower
  36. Confessions of a Fat Girl 36: Packing…and TV

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