#wordfeastchallenge Day 8 Results for yesterdays challenge: Team Jerrida wrote story 1: Fatal surgery- 29 votes Team KennIfe wrote story 2: Merciless- 15 votes. Voting closes at 7am Nigerian time tomorrow. Please keep your votes and constructive critiques coming, we really appreciate them. Todays theme is JEALOUSY. STORY 1: LIVING FISH. ‘Badmus!!!’ Mama B screamed atop her voice. Her scrawny-legged son came running. He had been at the house across the street, the house where fishes live. ‘Have I not warned you not to go looking for that Richard boy in his house? Why has he never come to look for you in your own house, eh?’ ‘We had an assignment, Ma.’ he said, panting like a hungry dog. ‘You went to watch DSTV, shameless boy like you.’ She hissed. ‘Go inside bo!’ She rolled her eyes as the boy made his way into the two-bedroom apartment. He wasn’t bothered. He had heard worse. When the neighbors moved in two years ago, his folks had been livid that they had not come to ‘pay homage.’ ‘We have been living here before they even dreamt of building that house. They just think they can come here and look down on us because they have living fish in their house.’ His father had said. ‘We might not have living fish. The little smoked fish we are able to buy from the evening market is enough for us.’ Mama B had quipped, with a scowl on her face. It was his fault. He had told them about the colorful living fish in a box that he found in their house. ‘It’s called an aquarium.’ Richard’s kid sister had told him. He had forgotten the name almost immediately, and had described it as ‘living fish’ to his parents. It was this same competition that made them move him to a private school they could hardly afford. Regardless of the drama, he was having the time of his life. He opened his bag, and eyed the small aquarium he had stolen. ‘Now we too can boast of living fish’ he said, with a satisfied grin. STORY 2: DISENGAGEMENT. It’s been a busy weekend at this hotel. Guests from all parts of the country usually come here to spend the money they have earned over the week. Business transactions are conducted and marital vows are broken on weekends such as this. We see it all, yes, we are the waitresses. Our work is by no means easy, as we have to satisfy our guests in many ways possible, even to the extent of treating them to “extensive room service.” We have no choice anyway. Unemployment is a social reality, and we don’t want to join that side of the population. Besides, that’s where the extra cash comes from. This is why it beats me as to why Caroline gets more freebies than I do. I work harder than she does, I do more shifts than she does, damn, I flirt better. I just don’t know how and why she gets to attract the good bargains. The other weekend, I got only ten thousand naira after the Manager ‘assigned’ me to that broke ‘small-sized’ local government counsellor for three nights, while Caroline hooked up with the state legislator and smiled home with eighty thousand naira. She even had the guts to offer me some. Me! Arrgh! What does Caroline have that I don’t? My bust is firmer than hers, I’ve got more curves, and let me not even mention the height. Well, all this nonsense has to stop....and it will! She couldn’t have seen me mix that grinded glass or that shoe poison with her share of the staff dinner. She will learn how not to usurp others....in her next life, that is. She will be relieved of employment by the end of the night, only this time her sack letter extends to the air she breathes.
Posted on: Wed, 10 Dec 2014 17:28:48 +0000