9th 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!
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
- Confessions of a Fat Girl 42: 2010
- Confessions of a Fat Girl 43: Uzoamaka
- Confessions of a Fat Girl 44: Sugar Binge
- Confessions of a Fat Girl 45: The E-mail
- Confessions of a Fat Girl 46: She whose name must not be repeated
- Confessions of a Fat Girl 47: Smokescreen
- Confessions of a Fat Girl 48: Running away
- Confessions of a Fat Girl 49: Fry-Up
- Confessions of a Fat Girl 50: The Only Solution
- Confessions of a Fat Girl 51: The Intervention
- Confessions of a Fat Girl 52: Tri-State Sisters
- Confessions of a Fat Girl 53: Manhattan
- Confessions of a Fat Girl 54: Daddy’s Girls
- Confessions of a Fat Girl 55: Stunned Silence
- Confessions of a Fat Girl 56: Bereavement
- Confessions of a Fat Girl 57: The Reconciliation
- Confessions of a Fat Girl 58: Staying Back
- Confessions of a Fat Girl 59: Friends & Marriage Proposals
- Confessions of a Fat Girl 60: Colourful and Happy
- Confessions of a Fat Girl 61: Sweet Potato & Chicken Salad
- Confessions of a Fat Girl 62: Miss Amerikana
- Confessions of a Fat Girl 63: Tragi-Romantic
- Confessions of a Fat Girl 64: Dead to me
- Confessions of a Fat Girl 65: Love Triangle
- Confessions of a Fat Girl 66: Forever my lady
- Confessions of a Fat Girl 67: Fight to the death
- Confessions of a Fat Girl 68: Hard choice to make
- Confessions of a Fat Girl 69: Back to reality
- Confessions of a Fat Girl 70: Life Reflections
- Confessions of a Fat Girl 71: Oatmeal, Blueberry & Banana Pancakes
- Confessions of a Fat Girl 72: The Engagement
- Confessions of a Fat Girl 73: Pillow Talk
- Confessions of a Fat Girl 74: Secretive Sister
- Confessions of a Fat Girl 75: Homemade Soup
- Confessions of a Fat Girl 76: Nna Men!
- Confessions of a Fat Girl 77: Comfort Food…Healthy Food