Chapter 6: Homefront Banter and Sickbed Hustle

I run reach house, dey curse Amina hundred times for mind.

"Amina, you wan finish me! How you take use my computer connect boss own?"

"I for nearly paste ‘voluntary sack’ for him forehead!"

Amina beg: "No vex, na mistake! I just wan help you save work. Abeg, nor sack me."

E fit be true.

I rush open my document.

Na that story wey I dey write as I dey slack.

Thank God say e no lost.

I arrange gala and water, ready to do all-night work. Even soak garri join, make fever nor win me.

As for this sack and compensation, I go reason am later.

To make person like you hard, but to annoy you easy, abi?

Till midnight, breeze enter my window.

After plenty sneeze, my nose begin run.

Catarrh don catch me again.

Tissue finish, dustbin full.

I dey fight sleep, open my email send message and file.

"I pull all-nighter, my body dey pain me, I don catch cold, abeg console me."

Me and my editor dey close, I dey always gist her like this.

I dey wait make the file send.

But.

E no send.

I force my eye open, dey message editor:

"My person far, you still dey vex?"

Long story.

Some time ago, editor get hate mail for night, cry with me till morning.

So she swear no dey open email for night again.

Maybe my manuscript late, she forget say today na deadline, no open am for me.

I yawn, half sleep, send new manuscript go her email.

Consolation:

"No vex again, I get better gist for you."

After that, sleep carry me go.

I no even know as email dey fly up and down, dey recall.

Even inside dream, I dey see computer screen dey blink, Gmail dey load. Na writer wahala be this.