Lagos, Nigeria (Cookie)"Have you packed your bags yet?"Charity, Uncle Kayode's daughter walked into Cookie's small comfortable room. The one She'd occupied with Gloria since they moved into Uncle Kayode's house."Yes...?" it came out as a question rather than an answer because Cookie wasn't so sure of her self. She didn't know if she was ready to go about life in another country.Charity took a look at Cookie's polythene bag that was sitting on her small bed. She furrowed her brow in confusion."Come on, don't tell me you are only taking those—"
A flight to England. (Cookie)On her flight, she listened carefully to the blonde lady on prim blue and red flight attendant uniform as she informs everyone on what we should do in case there is an emergency. For a first time ever being in a plane, Cookie was afraid of a plane crash and also scared of heights."Are you alright?" Someone sitting at her back tapped her but she gnored the person, not knowing what her answer should be.Am I alright? Am I?.. Hell no, I am not.She told herself.Although, a part of her was happy that she'd entered a plane for the first time since she was born while anot
England (Cookie)The plane landed safely and the first thing Cookie noticed and felt was the chilly air.OhmyGod!She screamed in her head. Like how the fuck am I going to survive in this place?She wasn't putting on a sweater or an hoodie so the cold was too much. It was like she was dumped into a freezer. Back in Nigeria, she was used to the whether that even if it was harmattan season and a little bit cold there, she enjoyed and loved it. Unlike some people that would still complain of cold.Let them come here and feel the kind cold I'm feeli
England (Cookie)Cookie touched the hands and noticed the person was putting on gloves.But who could it be?She seriously had no idea."Tara!!" The person shouted and freed her eyes. She quickly spun around to see it was a lady, who was average in height. She looked older than Cookie. She had full lips, curly black hair and her curves were naturally flattery. The black coat and the properly ironed trouser that she was putting on made her look Elegant.She was smiling at Cookie. In Cookie's confused state of mind, she still noticed that the lady had on her face a contagious smile.
England (Cookie)"Are we going home?" Cookie asked her. She was getting tired because the ride was taking too much time than she had originally thought it would."Nope." Martina replied, popping the 'p'."Then...? where are we going to?" Cookie asked, feeling frustrated and disappointed at the same time. She really needed to rest. In other words, she was exhausted as hell.
England (Cookie)They entered this very big and large mall. It was so beautiful that Cookie kept looking around. The clothes were damn expensive but Martina told her to pick some things, telling Cookie that the bills were on her.Cookie felt a certain kind of relief. Although, she wasn't going to pay anyway because Martina was the one who insisted that they should buy clothes for Cookie.Did I ask her? No? I didn't.Cookie conversed with her self.Cookie picked some clothes and check out some of them in the changing room. Cookie changed her clothes. The one she was putting on. She was now wearing head warmer, a white t-shirt
England (Cookie)Cookie also wondered how Martina managed to make her angry and happy at the same time. It was bizzarre that a person could make her feel both emotions at the same time."My dad's from Nigeria but my mom's from England," Martina smiled, seeing the expression of shock on Cookie's face "I've lived here all my life. It was easy for me since my dad and mom got married here. My dad is a citizen now by marriage so I think that explains it. Not so?" Martina took her time to explain."Oh" Cookie exclaimed, "Why the mall? I mean why did you buy it?""Well, let's just say I'm also into fashion design even if I'm a occupationally a nu
England (Cookie)They boarded another taxi and off they went to Martina's house.When they got there, Cookie's jaw almost dropped to the floor.Geez.. they are really rich.Cookie thought, admiring the building.The building in front of her was like what she'd like to call a mansion. It was beautifully designed and had a giant gate. Everything in the house was well, properly and beautifully furnished with exterior designs. Cookie was scared to touch the living room door just because she felt she was going to leave stains on it.