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I was in the kitchen washing the plates when I heard Gibson’s footsteps.
He stood directly behind me asking, “Are you ok?”
I could literally feel him standing behind me, rolling my eyes I replied as I washed the plates furiously
“Yeah, why?” .
“Well for one you’re washing the plate like it was being used by a person with Ebola, and you don’t want to get infected by using it”
I stopped washing the plate to face him.
“Gibson what is it?, can’t you see I’m busy?”
“I just want to know if you’re ok, you know about the picture you saw earlier today” he said.
“Well I’m fine as you can see, and I’ve totally forgotten about the picture, so please leave me alone” then I turned back around to continue with my work.
“Ok…….” he said slowly, not convinced, then continued, “If you say so”
We were quiet, me cleaning and him just being his annoying self, when he suddenly asked.
“What’s for dinner?”
“Semo and Egusi soup” I said, still washing the plates
“Oh, that’s good, are you the one that cooked it?”
“Yes I am” I replied, my voice tight
“Nice” said Gibson, not even noticing the sound of my voice.
“Gibson can you just leave, like right now?” I said, getting tired of him
“Of course” then I heard him step back, then after a few seconds, walk away.
I expelled a relieved breath, glad he was gone.
Then I washed the plates and thought about everything that has happened to me in the past few days. I came to the conclusion that everything happens for a reason, I’m yet to find out what the reason is in my case.
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5 minutes later I turned around to do some more stuffs in the kitchen, just for me to scream in fear at what I saw; Gibson, standing by the door.
“What is wrong with you?” I asked, annoyed and scared, my hand on my chest, cause it feels like my heart is about pop out.
“I’m sorry, did I scare you?” asked Gibson, not sounding sorry at all.
“I thought you’ve gone na” I said, getting really…. tired of him.
“Obviously I haven’t” he said like something was wrong with me.
“Yeah obviously” I said sarcastically.
Then I moved towards the gas cooker to clean it.
I started to clean it, at the same time erasing Gibson from existence. But obviously I’m not God; I can’t erase him from existence only God can.
So I decided to just clean the gas cooker and totally ignore him.
This went on for about 5 more minutes and Gibson was still in the kitchen with me. He stayed with me until the end of my cleaning.
So very annoying.
