Dear Nigerian Husband,
I’ve always read/heard this saying for so long and I never really cared much about what it means until this week.
I hope writing you this letter to you doesn’t jinx things for me, but I just had to tell you about my week.
Monday, June 8, was the general elections here in the Virgin Islands. I love the excitement around these elections, but not so much the long night I and other reporters have to endure while the ballots are counted.
So, on Monday, before I left home, I prepped mentally for the long 24+ hours ahead of me.
While having breakfast, I had a conversation with my flat mate (or should I say former roommate) and his girlfriend. Everything was okay, the atmosphere was mostly jolly and upbeat as usual.
I made my way up to a polling station a few minutes away from my apartment, conducted a few interviews with voters and was about to head to another polling station when I got a call saying an incident occurred in my apartment.
Because the incident is still before the courts, I can’t really spell out all the details, but all I can tell you for now is, there was blood sprayed/splashed/smeared all over the door of my apartment, and someone got some serious injuries to the head.
A day I thought I was going to dedicate solely to election run-around turned out to be one of going between the emergency room and the police station.
Even with all that, I had to make it back to work and continue with elections stuff. Thankfully, while I continued with work, my landlord’s son hired professional cleaners to take care of the crime scene- sorry, I meant my apartment. (Of course, before it was cleaned, the police collected evidence- photos, handprints- first.)
My dear Nigerian Husband, I didn’t get home until Tuesday at about 5 p.m. Like Monday, my Tuesday was mainly shared between the police station, the hospital and the office. When I did get home, I had to concentrate on my flat mate’s girlfriend, who had some parts of her body either in a cast or bandage- the next day was consumed with work and trying to get a protection order for the victim from the court.
To say I was exhausted would be putting it mildly, but I still had to keep going- there was work to deal with.
I was scheduled to be on personal business to St. Kitts and Nevis and that required me to get some information ready. Because of the incident, I didn’t have enough time to even book my ticket or get those things ready. Eventually, on Wednesday, a few hours before I was due to travel, i hurriedly booked a flight and got other documents ready, somewhat.
My flight was scheduled to leave at 7 a.m., so that meant I was awake at 5 a.m. I went to check in and there was a long line. Eventually, when I got to the front of the line, I just got a haunch to look at my ticket. Pulled up the email with the confirmation and that was when I saw the error; I had booked a flight for Sunday instead of Thursday. Unfortunately, the airline agents couldn’t help me, so I simply sucked it up and left.
My dear Nigerian Husband, I made it back to town and made it to my Thursday 10 a.m. editorial meeting in time.
Indeed, when it rains, it pours.
I was assigned to cover a college graduation.
I often use my phone to record interviews/speeches. That graduation was no different.
To add to the string of unfortunate events this week, a few speeches down, the iPhone 4 packed up on me.
I ended up begging other reporters to email me the speeches I missed and got graduates’ numbers to conduct interviews later.
Dear Nigerian Husband, with all that, I guess I can safely now make my request for an iPhone 6. Can you imagine, I went to the store to see if they can fix the old iPhone 4 I have and they said it would cost me $175. Haba? I guess if I had told them of all the things that happened to me this week, they’d have even offered to fix the phone for free or even give me the iPhone 6 at extremely discounted price. (That’s what corporate civic responsibility is all about right?). There’s no way on I’m taking out $800 out of my account to pay for a phone. That’s almost like paying for all the things that happened to me this week. No, I refuse to let bad luck rob me of a good week and also some money. This has nothing to do with me being cheap, i promise.
My Dear Nigerian Husband, after going through this week, I’m convinced I can handle almost anything life tosses my way.
Yours in marriage, eventually,