Chapter 5

I woke up to the vibration of my phone which was placed on my chest. If my mum were to be here now she would really scold me. She had always warned me never to put my phone close to me while I slept. She would go berserk knowing I slept with my phone on my chest, but she wasn't here and that was the beauty of college. Though I still felt a little guilty.

It was 7:00pm and time for prayers, according to the chapels time table. I always go, everyone in the house does anyway, it was like a norm, a duty, an obligation that needed to be Kept. Something everyone in the house should do even if they didn't want to.

That's what they made prayer look like, a duty. When it's not from the heart it becomes so. Most times you could tell from  the faces around that it was not from the heart.

In a way I was still grateful for it though, although it inconvenienced me sometimes because I was tired most times when I came back from school and I hated praying with so many people. But I knew without the 7:00pm prayer I wouldn't pray.

Not because I don't want to pray, but because I couldn't pray. Laziness, lack of prayer points, and doubt. There were so many questions I had that had no answer and so many answers were given which i didn't quite agree with. Also my uncle telling me it is a mystery that God would reveal or that you just have to believe cause it's spiritual didn't just do it for me. I just needed to know.

I had woken up earlier by 5:00pm to eat lunch and I had gone back to sleep immediately.

Guess what? My roommates were no longer talking to each other as usual. The soup was tasteless it's tastelessness could not be described with words. That was something about the cook, either her food tasted too much or it didn't taste at all. She blamed it on lack of ingredients though and who was I to complain. There was no meat In the soup also.

Whilst I carried mine to eat"sister Kachi" like I called her kept complaining about the fact that there was no meat in the soup.

"I cannot eat this food. How can you give someone food without meat? We eat meat in my house even though we are not rich." She shouted pushing her flask away from her so it hit the window, far away from the counter.

"There is no meat. I'm managing the meat. I cannot be thinking of the meat father would eat and the meat you would eat. ',Odiemezi',(it won't happen)" Ada shouted back wildly. She was already irritated, tired and ready for a fight.

I understood Ada. Even though I thought her too troublesome sometimes, with a lack of ability to control her mouth. Let's just say she had diarrhea of the mouth. She lacked manners so much and talked to people as she pleases. Covering her manner less ness with, "what ever I see I'll say. I don't hide my words. I don't pretend. Yen yen yen"

Anyway they went into a full blown quarrel while I ate fast and left the kitchen. As I left I thought about the physical contrast between them and the similarities.

For one, both were short, but unlike Ada who was short and thin with little boobs, Kachi was Like the real African woman. She was endowed with an admirable chocolate skin although she looked old.

Ada's color was like clay. Her face square shaped, her edges admirable. For similarities, they both had short hair and loved to gossip. So they would later reconcile because they needed each other as gossip partners. And quarrel again because they couldn't stand each others guts.

In a fight I wouldn't know who would win because although Kachi was bigger, Ada was ghetto. I secretly hoped they would fight one day so my uncle could see the nuisance they were.