Must Read: Razor Tongue - Season 1 - Episode 21

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Must Read: Razor Tongue - Season 1 - Episode 21

Edidiong and Sheila walked into Chan Lang
Chinese restaurant. They found an empty table
and made their orders.
“I have been here once with my parents.”
“Really?”
“Yes. Their food is great.”
“Boma has been here with some of his friends. He
told me about this place.”
“Boma and food.”
“Don’t mind my brother.”
A waiter brought their meal and drinks.
“It smells so good.”
“Yes, it does.”
Sheila bowed her head and said a quick prayer
before digging into her meal. Edidiong watched
her and swallowed the food in her mouth and
mumbled a prayer too. When was the last time
she prayed before eating? Her parents would be
ashamed of her if they found out that she had
stopped praying before eating. She had been
taught that it was good to thank God for
providing the food. It guaranteed abundant
provision from God.
“This is delicious,” Sheila smiled at her. Edidiong
nodded and smiled back. She would like to bring
some of her friends here. She might also bring
her dates, the restaurant was a good place to
dine and have fun. When they were through with
their meal, they decided to freshen up in the
restroom before leaving.

“I must come back here.”
“Don’t spend all your allowance on Chinese food
o!”
“Abi o… ” They bursted out laughing.
Zidani and her friends walked in. They recognized
Sheila the moment they saw her.
“Talk of the devil!”
“It is the big mouthed Adams girl.”
Sheila and Edidiong noticed them.
“Hello, remember me?” Zidani stepped forward.
“Do you know them?”
Sheila nodded. The lazy spoilt rich girls are back.
“How are you doing, Zidani, Cecilia and Nkiruka?”
She stretched out a hand, but they ignored it.
“Wonderful, you remember our names,” Zidani
hissed.

“Very smart,” Cecilia snarled.
She was in no mood to exchange words with
them. Zidani and her friends were trouble makers
with a capital ‘T’, “I wish you ladies a lovely
evening,” she took her cousin’s hand and pulled
her towards the doorway. Zidani and her friends
blocked their way.
“Not so fast.”
“What is the meaning of this?” Edidiong
demanded. The young women were beginning to
irritate her.
“Please shut up!” Nkiruka addressed her.
“Are you out of your mind? Do you realize who
you are talking to?” Edidiong lost her temper.
Sheila patted her on the shoulder.
“Relax, I will handle them.”
Zidani and her friends started laughing.
“Who is your friend?”
“She has a big mouth too.”
“Come to think of it Zidani, she looks like your
former wedding planner, Dorcas.”
Zidani met Edidiong’s glare, “You are right. She is
the carbon copy of Dorcas.”
“What do you want Zidani?” Sheila crossed her
arms against her bossom.
“What do I want?” She looked at her friends and
they giggled.
“We heard that you had an accident a little over a
month ago.”
“Please accept our condolences,” Nkiru made a
comical face.
“We heard that you went loco for a while,” Cecilia
derided.
“She didn’t go crazy. She had amnesia,” she
defended her cousin. What was wrong with
Sheila? Why was she allowing them to insult and
make fun of her? The Sheila she knew would have
finished them off in a matter of minutes.
“Amnesia is a milder way of classifying a lunatic,”

Zidani eyed her. Edidiong felt like smacking her
mouth. That would keep her quiet for a while.
Sheila felt her anger brewing. She took a deep
breath and exhaled slowly. She would respond to
them in love. She has to respond in love. She
needed to respond in love. It doesn’t matter what
they say or do, she would do the right thing. That
was the best thing to do. That was the only way
no one would get hurt.
“Hope your wedding plans are moving on
smoothly, I wish you goodluck,” she pulled her
cousin’s hand and led her out of the restroom.
Zidani and her friends watched them go.
“Whatever happened to that girl during the
accident, it definitely messed her up.”
“You are right.”
“The last time we saw her, she insulted us
without giving a hoot. But this time around, she
decided not to.”
“She masked her offence with a cordial attitude.”
“Is she all right?”
Cecilia and Nkiru shook their heads.

“I thought so too. Talking about my wedding
plans, I think I need to call Dorcas, I prefer her to
the quacks my mum shoved in my face.”
“I concur,” her friends choroused.