Confessions of a Fat Girl 78: Miracle Working God!

July 18, 2018

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9^th March, 2010

Finally, finally, my runaway sister, Akwaugo, finally returned my calls.

“Na wa oh! Are we fighting?!” I exclaimed, when I answered the call. “You just left me and my 100 plus calls hanging in the air like that!”

“Babe, no vex! It’s work that has gotten so crazy!” Akwaugo said, apologetic. “I leave the house so early, and by the time I get home, and sort out the kids, I barely have time to take off my clothes before I fall asleep!”

“How come this your job has suddenly become so hot?” I asked. “I thought you said not much was expected from you as a Paralegal? You barely used to go to work 3 times a week sef, because you complained the salary was meagre.”

“Well, if I’m serious about moving up the ladder, I have to work harder. I’ve even finally decided to take the Bar exams. I don’t want to be a Paralegal forever. I also want to aspire to make Partner in a good law firm one day!” Akwaugo answered.

Eeeehn?! This was not my sister talking. My sister, who had become satisfied with living off her husband’s money when they were married, and off the very comfortable alimony she has been getting since the divorce. I had never heard her so ambitious.

“Wow. I’m impressed. Very impressed…and proud of you! You go girl!” I praised her. It was definitely a step in the right direction.

“Speaking of Kel…” I soon added.

“We weren’t speaking of Kel!” Akwaugo interjected.

Oh, my bad.

“Ogonna tells me he’s trying to get back with you. In fact, she says he even started that conversation with you before you came to Nigeria! Why didn’t you say anything?”

Akwaugo hissed. “Since when is Kel’s topic important? Why should I be excited that my ex-husband wants to come back to me, after spending 3 years sleeping with a woman young enough to be his daughter?!”

“Akwaugo, you have spent the last 3 years crying and pining for him…”

“Okay, since you want to know!” she interjected. “Yes, he reached out to me before I travelled. At the time he did, I was too caught up with the trip, so I told him we’d talk when I returned. I didn’t tell you because there was really nothing to say. I hadn’t yet decided if I was going to give him audience or not!”

“And after you got back?” I asked.

“I re-evaluated my life, and Kel didn’t fit in there. I can’t put myself through what I endured in that marriage ever again! Going back to him would be like going back to lick my own vomit! And I would never do that!”

Hian! Okay oh!

I switched the conversation to my thoughts about Legachi and Marizu moving in with me, and she was surprisingly encouraging. A few short months…or even weeks…ago, my sister would have balked at the mere mention of their names. Now, she is on board with them moving in with me. And the bigger surprise was her declaration that she has plans to move our Dad to New York, if only for a few months. Our God is truly a miracle working God.

“Oh, and Chidera e-mailed me the other day oh. She said you are still boning for her.” Akwaugo said. “Na wa for you oh, Ihunna. Is she not your besto?”

I hissed. “Her behavior in Enugu was out of line…”

“Babe! It’s not that serious, biko! Call her. It’s very unlike you to be keeping malice…least of all with your 5 and 6!”

Much as I hated to admit it, she was right. It is unheard of for Chidera and I not to have spoken in almost a month, which is what it has been since she left Enugu in a huff. But I’m not sure I’m ready to forgive her yet…

Akwaugo and I ended the conversation with me pleading with her to be available for Ogonna’s wedding gown appointment at Kleinfeld, this coming Monday. She lamely agreed to ‘try to make it’, and I just had to be satisfied with that.

On a side note, as I juiced some carrots this afternoon, I couldn’t help but wonder why they have such a bad reputation. They are a staple in my fridge. They go into most of my smoothies, and I eat them for snacks almost every day. Even though they have a seemingly high glycemic index, carrots actually have a low glycemic load. The carbohydrate in a carrot has a high GI, but there isn’t a lot of it, so a carrot’s glycemic load is relatively low. Not only are they not super carby, the beta-carotene they contain can actually help reduce the risk of getting diabetes, heart disease, certain types of cancer, and they also promote eye health, lung health, colon health, etc.

I better stop, before I start sounding like a carrot advertisement.

For being able to finally talk with my sister, and eat healthy, I’d say today was a good day!

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Confessions of a Fat Girl 78: Miracle Working God!

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