When I finally checked my phone and saw how many calls I missed from her 10 minutes prior, I got a little worried.
I returned Beatrice’ call and she picked up just after the first ring.
“Hello aunty, I don dey call you since o.” Beatrice sounded out of breath, as though she was walking briskly or had just rested from a run.
“Ah,” she chuckled, “nothing much happen o. I forget fry goat meat for on top sink,I no remember to put am back for freezer. I say make I quick call you make you no chop am.”
Huh? I was super confused.
“No na, no be you talk say make I no serve you goat meat again for one month? I no want make you see am chop am na. I dey rush back come put am back for freezer.”
Okay, true, I asked her not to serve me goat meat but this whole conversation was weird.
Oh well, there they were, frozen fried goat meat,
Later, Beatrice arrived through the back, I heard her shuffle things around in the kitchen, then she appeared before me, half smiling, half frowning, staring me down.
“Aunty you chop the goat meat last last?”
“No o, I didn’t now,” I lied.
Why did I lie?
“But na twehf dey there before, e don be eleven, I count am,” she was looking at me like I committed a crime. She got me confused for a minute as to who was the owner of the house.
As she walked back to the kitchen, I heard her mumble under her breath, “na to find where I go hide this meat now.”
Ello everybody, have I been overthrown in my own house?
#DANG