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Artzdanielsz:
idiot must you quote the whole thing.

SheWrites:
SASSY AND SLAYING: DIARY OF A SINGLE NAIJA BABE

CHAPTER 41

Dear Diary,

1st September, 2017.

Hi... hi... I am happier these days because things are working together for my good. My work is good and my relationship with Kingsley is better.
I had a lot of shopping to do during the weekend, so I went to the market. Guess who I saw diary.
I saw Mr. Praise, my boss, pricing pepper and tomatoes. I was impressed because he was doing quite well negotiating with those mamas.
But when I noticed that those meat sellers were trying to cheat him, I interfered and they gave me looks that says 'What's your own?'

God punish them. Look at how they want to swindle my recently widowed boss. If I had not gotten involved, the poor man would have paid double the amount for the kilos of meat he wanted to purchase.

I had to collect my boss' shopping list and helped him to buy the rest of the things he needed. Mr. Praise was very happy. He told me that he was now living like a regular bachelor and he didn't like it.

He was doing his own shopping, cooking, laundry and cleaning again. And he wasn't finding it funny. He asked me to help him to get someone that can shop and cook, and another person that can clean his three bedroom bungalow and also do his laundry on a weekly basis.

I already had someone in mind. One of the cleaners at work told me that he needed a side job. I presumed that the guy would be willing to clean our boss' place and do his laundry too. I would later ask around for someone that can shop and cook for my boss on a weekly basis.

Out of pity, I told my boss that I would follow him home and cook a few things for him, pending when I get him a cook that can resume the next weekend.

Oh diary, you should have seen the look on Mr. Praise's face. He was surprised and happy. I can tell that, this man hasn't eaten a proper meal in a while. Even rich people do not like to eat out all the time. They also loved home cooked meals.
When we got to Mr. Praise's home in Ilupeju, the driver parked the car, while the security guard helped us to bring the loads of foodstuffs into the house.

I arranged everything in the freezer and cupboards and placed the rest in the store room. The driver had to help me when the security guard returned to his post.

I was shocked to see all my boss' pots empty! Na wa o! I started to cook almost immediately. I made six different kinds of soup, Melon, Ogbonna, Banga, Edikiankon, Oha, and Black soup. I also made yam porridge, beans, jollof rice, chicken stew, beef stew and fish stew.

I was happy when I was done because I knew that the man would have enough cooked food that would last him for two weeks max.

I served him and while I planned to leave, he told me not to look for a cook anymore. He said I fitted into the position. Right then and there, he gave me N15,000 cash.

He said he would pay me this amount every weekend to shop and cook for him. I accepted sharply. Me wey dey look for extra money before.
If I add this to my monthly salary, I will have about a hundred and ten thousand naira every month. God don't butter my bread o!

I didn't meet Kingsley when I got home in the evening. I tried calling him, bit he didn't pick my calls. He later sent a text message that he was at work. They had an emergency meeting.

I miss him already.

Got to go now diary. Someone is knocking at my door.

Maybe it is Kingsley. Maybe he is back from work.

Yippee!