See Wahala!!

It was a stressful day and cooking dinner was out of the question. All I craved for was a comforting dish of thoroughly spiced Marinated local chicken with a refreshing bottle of my best beverage. A look at my wrist watch reminded me that the perfect garden for my chicken waka would be crowded at that time. Ditching my bags, I rushed out again.

The garden was busy, but as a sharp girl and a regular, I got to place my order without joining the long queue. Ignoring the mumbling of some displeased guests, I picked a nice table with a great view, reclined into a comfortable chair and felt like purring.

Nikky you need a very long vacation.

I was still weighing my options when I saw a waiter walking towards my table with a tray.

"Your order Ma."

I looked up at the dark waiter bearing my neatly wrapped  package. That was fast. Without a moment's hesitation, I dug into my meal. They lived up to expectation. It was the best marinated chicken I had tasted in awhile.

"Madam your bill is N5000."

It was the dark waiter again. The boy deserved a tip. I sat up and reached for my handbag, but the chair was empty. My heart leapt to my throat.

"Haba...my bag is gone!"

I could swear that I had placed it on the chair nearest to me. That bag had cost me a small fortune. I sprang to my feet and looked around frantically. Who could have stolen a bag I had placed right infront of me? Who wan ruin all my VIP effizy nah? This must be jazz oh...

"Madam please pay me. I need to serve other customers."

The waiter was obviously becoming impatient and our little drama was beginning to gain a small audience.

Trying not to panic, I reclaimed my chair. That was when I realized that in my haste I had ditched my handbag and all my personal effects on my bed before driving over to the garden.

See wahala!!