January 2nd, 2010
That day with my Dad marked a major turning point in my life. We stayed in the garden, talking for hours. It was like we were getting to know each other all over again. For the first time since we had been coming here, it was JJ who had to remind me of the long drive we had back to Nkwerre.
We had extended an invitation to my Dad to come to ours to celebrate New Year, and he had accepted the invitation. So, on January 1st, our driver had gone to pick them up, and we had enjoyed a wonderful family dinner. Sitting on that large dining table, I was grateful for the wonderful family I belong to. From JJ’s parents; to his brother and his family; to his sisters, who were also visiting with their families; and now my own father and siblings…there were over 20 of us dining, but it had been full of joyous and happy banter…with everyone enjoying the other’s company. It was truly a joy to behold!
As they departed, for the first time in my life, my stepmother and I hugged like we truly meant it. For the first time, I saw her not as the enemy, but as someone who had come into my father’s life when he had needed it the most. We agreed that I would try to talk to my sisters, and maybe convince them to come home for Easter…to enable them reconcile with him also.
And as if the holiday wasn’t wonderful enough, Ezioma approached me with a wonderful business idea; luxury gift packaging. Yes, it might seem foolhardy in this current economy, but here’s the catch. Think luxury items but at not-so-luxurious pricing! Apparently, Ezioma knows some places in London where she can get crazy deals, and I also know places in the States where I can get fantastic deals too. So, we will be starting with Valentine’s day packages, and diversifying into other festive holidays, birthdays, and even kids party packs.
Yes, I know everyone around wants me to do something more cerebral. Everyone seems to think I’m too smart to be wasting away in ‘buying and selling’. But from the bottom of my heart, the thought of consulting, or having to put on a suit on a daily basis, makes me break into a sweat. The more Ezioma and I talked about it, the more excited I got, and the more convinced I was that it would be a success.
I still get to keep my shop, and it can even serve as storage for us. Ezioma and I have decided to travel together at the end of the month, first to the UK, and then to the States, to get our supplies for Valentines day!
2010 has gotten off to a fantastic start indeed!
January 7th, 2010
It was a fantastic holiday, but am I glad to be back home or what??!!
Thankfully, we were not delayed, so our flight left Owerri on time, and we got to Lagos before 1pm. As soon as we got home, the kids took off to see some of their friends in the estate, and I went to my room to lie down.
Walking into my bathroom, I saw my scale, and I had goosebumps. It has been almost 3 weeks since I weighed myself, and I shudder to think about the damage I must have done with over 2 weeks of reckless eating.
Abeg, we will start on Monday jare! I can’t shout!
Seeing that I had time on my hands, I decided to drive to Ikota, to see how things were in the shop. My girls reopened yesterday, so I decided to take advantage of the fact that things would still be quiet in the complex, and have a New Year pep-talk with them. Even though I really have no need to, as they have been brilliant!
Driving up to my shop, I noticed Uzoamaka’s shop was still locked. Strange, as she was one of those early birds who left the East on the 2nd of January, and reopened for business just as quickly. She was probably still enjoying Oguta. I was ashamed about not having kept my promise to call her, to plan a visit. My holiday was so action-packed, I hadn’t been able to spare any time at all.
My girls were excited about the gifts I had brought them from the East; plantain, yam, and fruits. I listened as they regaled me with stories of their Christmas escapades, and I excited them with a preview of my plans for the New Year.
We were still chatting, when I noticed a man putting up a poster on the wall opposite, but I didn’t think too much of it. I assumed it was probably one of the very many estate notices, or even an advert for a new store.
And then I heard a scream. Looking out, we saw people gathering around the poster. My heart plummeted, as I realized the crowd was in front of Uzoamaka’s shop. Without saying a word to each other, my girls and I ran outside, to see what was going on.
And there it was. Uzoamaka’s obituary.
My shop neighbour and friend…my Uzoamaka is dead!
Catch up on Ihunna’s story here:
- Confessions of a Fat Girl 1: Grubbido
- Confessions of a Fat Girl 2: Fragile
- Confessions of a Fat Girl 3: Defiant
- Confessions of a Fat Girl 4: Progress
- Confessions of a Fat Girl 5: The Gym
- Confessions of a Fat Girl 6: Killjoy
- Confessions of a Fat Girl 7: Pain
- Confessions of a Fat Girl 8: Frenemies
- Confessions of a Fat Girl 9: Exhilarated
- Confessions of a Fat Girl 10: Popcorn
- Confessions of a Fat Girl 11: Free-fall
- Confessions of a Fat Girl 12: Sunday Morning
- Confessions of a Fat Girl 13: Mission Reactivated
- Confessions of a Fat Girl 14: New Things
- Confessions of a Fat Girl 15: Bad Business
- Confessions of a Fat Girl 16: Luxury Items
- Confessions of a Fat Girl 17: The Solution
- Confessions of a Fat Girl 18: Magic Formula
- Confessions of a Fat Girl 19: Date Night
- Confessions of a Fat Girl 20: Quinoa
- Confessions of a Fat Girl 21: Perfect Fit
- Confessions of a Fat Girl 22: Keeping In Touch
- Confessions of a Fat Girl 23: Delete
- Confessions of a Fat Girl 24: Philosophical
- Confessions of a Fat Girl 25: Keep it Moving
- Confessions of a Fat Girl 26: My Co-Wife
- Confessions of a Fat Girl 27: Old Jeans & Old Friends
- Confessions of a Fat Girl 28: Prawn Stir Fry
- Confessions of a Fat Girl 29: Facebook Tagging
- Confessions of a Fat Girl 30: Detox Part 2
- Confessions of a Fat Girl 31: Abs & Crunches
- Confessions of a Fat Girl 32: Making Notes
- Confessions of a Fat Girl 33: Christmas Party
- Confessions of a Fat Girl 34: Ashiedu
- Confessions of a Fat Girl 35: Willpower
- Confessions of a Fat Girl 36: Packing…and TV
- Confessions of a Fat Girl 37: Last Minute
- Confessions of a Fat Girl 38: Body Image
- Confessions of a Fat Girl 39: Christmas Trip
- Confessions of a Fat Girl 40: Christmas in the Village
- Confessions of a Fat Girl 41: Daddy’s Girl