The traveler’s thought.

I hurried down to the toilet, could feel the poo already escaping, “tukum!” the first one dropped in, causing the water to splash up and touch my skin, arghhh! I felt irritated.

I reached for the tissue, rolled out some and wiped my skin, rolled out more and put in the toilet to avoid more of the water splashing. About three minutes after I settled in to empty my bowels and enjoy some me time, Amara!!! Sandra called, there’s someone looking for you downstairs, “Not now! Sandra I’m having the moment of my life, I need concentration please don’t distract me.” I yelled. It’s pressing , she continued, you have to take this, can’t help out.

Ordinary poo, someone cannot poo in peace, what kind of thing is this, I grudgingly said as I cleaned up and sluggishly left the toilet, the most peaceful part of the house. I walked down the stairs reluctantly almost counting every step I took, finally I arrived my destination. Yes? I’m Amara Ogwuma, any problem? He reeked of ogogoro, who the hell comes looking for me, dead drunk in the wee hours of the day? I could bet my life his shoe had been worn before the Biafran War. His faded blue t-shirt? Looked like it had never seen Iron since the day it was made. Only his chinos trouser looked better, except it looked like it had seen better days. In a nutshell, I think he rushed out of his house, if he was coming from one.

Oh should I address you as miss or Mrs? He inquired with a smile. I waved my left Palm, indicating there’s no ring on the 4th finger. Okay miss, sign here. I collected the khaki brown Envelop and signed, wondering if we were going back to the 80’s, I mean what happened to sending a mail.

I was left in my thoughts when the man drove off and the dust that followed suit almost choked me to oblivion. I lazily climbed the stairs, trying to figure out what to do next, should I go back to the toilet or go and play Fifa? Well, the poo got angry and went back in so I’d have to chill for it to show me a sign again. Pheeew, let me even see what’s in here.. What if it’s a letter bomb? Remember that’s how Dele Giwa was killed,I thought to myself.... I laughed wryly. Well who wants to kill a broke ass? I thought again, this time laughing out loud. I tore the envelope and it was a letter indicating I had qualified for a job at the beat fm, an interview I went for a month ago, it was a tough one, that woman was particularly harsh, for reasons best known to her.

Wait their Fada!!! Like those nollywood movie slow motion thing, I paused for a minute or two then It felt like the Heavens came down and I was filled with strength, SANDRA!!! their Fada!!! Shame don catch Satan!!! I don get job!!! Sandra!!! I dey go London, I don break the mirror wey my village people dey use watch me, Sandra!!! I screamed continually, like a mad woman. I don make am for this life, San... Werey, what is it? She interrupted, Levels don change, I said laughing so hard with tears of joy rolling down my cheeks.

Sandra jumped on me with joy, and whispered, dreams do come true baby girl. With the little money we had left, We organized a small party and danced into the night.

Two weeks later, all protocols observed I was on a flight to London, I made it, I put a smile on my parents face, I got my dream job, my life is back on track, as this thoughts ran through my mind, I brought out my phone, plugged in my beats by Dre headset and played the track “Ire” by Adekunle Gold.

Two months later, I’m popular, I printed and launched my first book, a book I started working on since 2012, it turned out bigger than I expected and I had an interview in New York, my book was one of the best selling books in New York Times.

I checked my Facebook, old friends were trying to get back into my life, I had so many followers on Twitter, Instagram and other Social media platforms.

Shonda Rhimes wants to buy my book and use it for a movie, with the offer of a role, me as a lead character, I am still contemplating, I don’t know if I want to take up an acting career.

I am sending money home, making plans for my family to join me.

My ex wants me back, my crush took me to Paris on a date, we were walking close to the Eiffel Tower, talking about what we want our relationship to be,it’s a distance relationship since we lived in different cities, he resides in Huntington, NY. We agreed to start up something and give it time to grow. He stared deep into my eyes and I stared right back and in that moment of perfection were our lips locked... Bang Bang Bang! That was Sandra knocking on the toilet door, shouting that the woman I bought Abacha from on credit was waiting downstairs for her money, only then did I realize how deep in my thoughts I was lost.