The Road to being 23 (part 2)

23 is a big number for me, like, 10years ago was just like yesterday.

Well, I think I am happy to be alive, thankful to God for the start of another year. 

My name is Chiamaka Osuji, and I want to tell my story bit by bit.

I still wish I was perfect, like the 100% kinda woman. I have this dream of being everything, every good thing you can think of. But you know what they say about life not giving you the dose of all the things you need. Oh well, sometimes you just need to carry your cross by yourself.

Do you know my exam was cancelled? Like we just went to school for parade and back.
Well, that's besides the case. I have in mind to make 23 posts before my birthday, but eeeeehhhhhh, I never know o, its gonna be pretty hard for me, you know exams et al. But I'll try sha.

Today, I'll talk about at least one thing out of the the 23 things about me I put up in my previous post, I think I'll split them into various posts that'll come up later on. So here we go;

1. 23 on the 13th of October

Yeah, its no news its my birthday next month, I know say una don tire to dey hear am, eyahhhh sorry o, no vex. This is the only gift I can afford for myself right now, bear with me.
My birthdays have really been spectacular, because the love I receive from my family and close friends cannot be measured. Birthdays in my house is recognized, like we start with a family prayer with either mum, dad or any other person who isn't the celebrant taking the chorus and maybe the prayer session, sometimes na as the spirit leads. I love my family, even when there's no money to cook rice for you, the atmosphere of love will leave you satisfied. 

Well, surprisingly, I got my first and only cake in 2015. Yes, I was shocked beyond words, it was something I wasn't expecting, something I wasn't even dreaming of. I had just finished my first paper of my ND finals, I had in mind to cook for my housemates and have some friends come over to celebrate me, little did I know a surprise was on its way. 

I got a call from a delivery boy minutes after I had settled to start my cookery, he asked for my address and said he had a delivery for me. I fess shock, which kain yeye delivery? I asked who sent him, he said the person would contact me that all I had to do was tell him where I stayed. I was scared, there was a package for me, the sender I do not know, and here a stranger who was more strange than the stranger that sent him (alright, go back and take that line again, slowly this time, thank you.) was asking for my address, in this Boko Haram period???

I wanted the package, like hell it was suppose to be a surprise birthday sontin, but I was scared, it was the first time a birthday package was coming via that medium, then I just clocked 21.

I was 21 and old enough, kpatakpata it is still human being I'll meet. So I told him where I stayed and in less than an hour I got a call to come to the bus stop to pick up my package.
I saw the package and my mouth dropped. Cake! Very big cake, for me? (Yes, at that time I was close to tears) I couldn't imagine someone, anyone would go through that trouble to get a birthday gift to me, my heart danced. I didn't stop thanking the delivery guy, he was all smiles and said he was just doing his job. I waited till he got a bike and left.

I walked into my lodge and my housemates were shocked.

'Ammie, sheybi you talk say cake no go dey, for where this one for take come?'

I smiled and explained that I don't even know who had sent it, oh well, trust girls na, they can jump into conclusions faster than the speed of light...

'Ammieeee, talk true o, abi na your boyfriend send am?'

If I was dating anyone as at the time of which the package came in, I would have been 100% positive that it was 'boyfriend' that sent it, so no, it wasn't the case of boyfriend.

I too was eager to know who had sent it, like I was soooo positive it wasn't a student like me, the cake was big and looked expensive for a student like myself to just gaan buy for Chiamaka, hian!

I waited for the call, and it came it few minutes later. It was a woman's voice.

'Am I speaking with Chiamaka?'

'Yes please, good afternoon'

'Good afternoon my dear. I hope you have received the package sent to you...'

'Yes ma...'

'Do you by chance know anyone working with Zbank in Lagos?'

Okay, at that moment I started calculating all the bankers I've met and only two fit the description.

'...but they don't have their branches in Lagos, they work here in Abeokuta.'

'Oh dear, I guess he'll have to call you himself then...'

Him! Its a him ooooo. (Lol)

I thanked her and we ended our conversation.

That moment, I became a mathematician,  I started finding the relationship between X and Y, and how to fit them into the formula a=Y-bx...

It was simple, there was only two people in Abeokuta that I've been opportuned to work for as a sales rep in Zbank, they were Mr A and Mr B so it had to be one of them. Since no call was forth coming, I decided to try my luck.

I decided to text Mr A, I told him I had just gotten a birthday cake so big, and immediately he asked if I liked it, then I knew it was him. How did we become friends?

I had come to see Mr B concerning the sales rep exercise I was carrying out for him. Mr A saw me and my colleague and invited us in for questioning, he wanted to know why we were there and why we had come to see Mr B, he was the Auditor of that branch, then we drifted into politics, Buhari had just been put into power and so our discussion was centered on Buhari and the way forward, we talked at length, it was an intelligent conversation. Yes, that single discussion earned me a surprised birthday cake.

To me, that cake made me feel special.

I don't mind feeling special again. (Winks)
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