I woke up this morning with the thought of my parents ravaging through my mind nonstop. We haven't communicated for just three days but from the way I was feeling, it felt like three years and for some reason i was also restless like something bad had happened. The sun took its sweet time lazily rising to brighten up the day but since the air around me circulated with a sense of urgency, I decided to call them by 6 am on the dot even though there's a huge chance they might still be asleep.
The phone rang twice before it was answered by my mother with a voice that made the fears from earlier resurface again. We exchanged pleasantries before I started asking her if everything was okay. At first she affirmed me that everything was alright and I had nothing to worry about but after much persistence, she finally gave in disclosing the tragedy that occurred the previous day. Apparently my younger sister was robbed on her way back home from the market yesterday evening. The thieves took everything she had on her and included the money and the POS Machine she used as her tool for the business. The house felt like a graveyard last night even though nobody was able to sleep and my parents who were worried about how I could react to the news planned on not telling just so I would not be distracted where I am.
After I had given them what little comfort I could muster up from my already depleted spirit, I laid on the bed with my face facing the ceiling emotionally broken because I had given my sister some money to hold for me in case of rainy days without the knowledge of my parents and now I was in need of the finances but could not access it as it was already yesterday's news. However when all hope seemed lost I remembered I had borrowed a friend some money to sort a minor issue and since I needed it as soon as possible I called him for a refund which he complied without so much as a hassle.
Once the notification of the alert popped up, I immediately rushed down to the market to prepare the Nigerian Sunday delicacy - Rice and Stew. I needed to eat a hearty meal just to ease myself from the bad news that came with the day. Despite the state of my mood, the result from my cooking was superb and that alone was enough to solidify my initial belief that I should own my own restaurant so that others can finally taste the handiwork of a real chef.
While I was still having lunch, the sky screamed violently before releasing its tears to what lay below. I don't even know what pushed me but I stood for the bed, wore my shorts and dashed outside to bathe in the rain just like I used to do as a kid. I spent roughly 23 minutes running around outside and dancing to the sweet tune of the rain drops. This activity really helped calm me down and I am glad I acted on my impulse for a change. The pain of losing my money to robbers still hurts though however it doesn't feel like my world is about to implode just like it did earlier today. Maybe this whole nightmare happened for a reason but in the end I am just glad no one was hurt... Thank you all. All images are mine