We walked down the road, side by side, stepping onto the lower sidewalks each time a car drove too close to us. Amaka would curse each time that happened and lament.
“There is enough road o,” she’d say and throw her hands up in frustration, “but this okada people and stupid drivers will just drive into the small one we’re managing to walk on.”
“You can fly home, Amaka,” I chipped in and she eyed me to see if I was being serious. I smiled and she smiled faintly.
“Shut up, Nelo.”
I sighed, the smile still on my face, and said nothing else. We passed a kiosk where a woman peeled oranges with the precision of a machine, slicing the green back into thin strips until the fruit became a naked beauty of white and yellow stripes. Amaka gazed longingly at the oranges, one hand stroking her locks.
“I hate the smell of citrus,” I said, wrinkling my nose.
She gave me a look of incredulous shock or whatever that gaping mouth meant.
“Why?”
“Why I don’t like the smell? I don’t know, why do you hate the things you do?” I asked back.
“Question for question, you’re a local girl,” she remarked with a chuckle.
“I never said I wasn’t,” I replied with a shrug and she accepted that one with a single nod. I thought she’d gone on, but she didn’t.
The smell around the sidewalk, with those little kiosks lining the side, can be good sometimes, or bad. It was bad today. We walked through the smoke coming from a woman dropping cuts of fish into hot, sizzling oil. I wretched and Amaka glanced curiously at me.
“What, you hate the smell of fish too?”
“Raw fish,” I pointed out.
“Oh, and what other smell do you hate, hmm?” she asked.
I thought it was a rhetorical question so I held my breath as we walked past the fish woman, exhaling as soon as the thin, blue smoke was behind us.
My eyes watered and I blinked rapidly.
“I can almost taste the fish in my mouth,” I grimaced and Amaka shook her head and shrugged.
“Just so you know, I like oranges and fried fish,” Amaka stated and I smiled, rummaging through my head for a funny response to that. I had none, so I said, “okay.”
My Daily affirmation by think and grow rich by Napoleon Hills
I'm certain with the grace of God, that by May next year, I'll be worth over $20,000 and accumulate over $1500 daily.
I keep thinking how to be rich, and Napoleon villes has really been my source of inspiration.
I'm willing to reaffirm my affirmation to keep it afresh in my heart, mind and soul.
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