By Uchechi Princewill
I hate you. It is very important you know that.
It’s taken me a few days of careful contemplation to remember exactly where and how we met. I still don’t remember when, but Kenneth has told me to look at my bank account statements to see when your savings-depleting reign of terror actually began. I’m not done with that so I’m just going to focus on where and how the evil that is you entered my life.
Yes, Antonia, I remember Bukka 7. I remember seeing you behind the counter taking orders and thinking you were the most beautiful thing since fried plantain. I nearly forgot I was there to eat. Imagine my joy when I realized I would have to meet you, talk to you, tell you what I would like to eat—or at least some of it—and that you would have to serve me. I nearly died right there.