Oh Jennifer, can you please stop being so lazy this early morning and go to work?? To be sincere with you, going to work on Mondays is not just my thing, for real, it is not just healthy for me in any slightest way. Imagine working from Monday to Saturday evening, getting home almost half past six (6) in the evening, then entering kitchen to prepare dinner, I will just end up so exhausted, weak, stressed out and worse still, very famished, then to church the next day being Sunday, washing up my dirty linens after Mass, cleaning the entire house and keeping everything and everywhere clean and in order, that is leaving me with barely five (5) hours to night fall, most Sunday evenings, I'd like to attend a party or club just to chill and cool off, then getting home late in the night, I'll be finally left with not even up to eight (8) hours to rest which according to health experts, is the healthy resting hours for every human being. I will still have to wake up early next morning being Monday morning to prepare breakfast to eat and get ready for work. Mondays always tends to be the most stressful day of the week after Saturdays. Going to work on Saturdays weakens me entirely, both mind, body and soul. I tend to have more customers on Saturdays and Mondays than the other days of the week. Saturdays are mainly when the hot and happening babes and slay queens both in my street, neighborhood and other places come to fix and design their nails, both finger nails and toe nails, fix their beautiful lashes and even make their hairs and buy wigs for their Sunday flexings and outings and weekend parties and clubs. Some would even pay double a stipulated price if I can spare some minutes to perform a certain task for them immediately like an emergency work. Please ooo, don't mind my silly and lazy complaints about my weekend over time works, it is mainly on weekends, especially on Saturdays that I go home with close to twenty thousand naira (N20,000) cash added to some that would be transferred direct to my account. Then, you see Mondays, it is never a funny case for me to be frank, after the Sunday flexing and outings with weekend parties and clubs, majority of those ladies come back to either remove or reduce one thing or another, maybe the long lashes or the long nails, it to repack and restyle their hairs, some that make their hair with any attachments would come to make a new weaving with their natural hair so they can wear their wigs peacefully. This is because, about seventy percent(70%) of them are office workers and are all under some one where they can not come to work with such long fixings. Then twenty percent (20%) remove them because of the nature of their works, that's people like us with handwork and skills like tailors, hair stylists, manicurists and pedicurists. And finally ten percent {10%} of them are married women that can not take care of their children with such long fixings, all these are just to avoid errors in their various areas of work. Although I do get some money too on Mondays, but not as I do get on Saturdays, just that, the stress is over excess on me. Even with four (4) apprentices, I am still very stressed out, imagine working alone, God will never allow that because I might just run away from my own shop because of customers and their high demands. But all the same, God is always my strength, He will still come to my rescue as always when I need His help, I am yet to understand how He does it but guess what.... As it is so cumbersome for me to comprehend, at this point, I am not bothered anymore how He does His miracles, all I do is to put all my hopes and trust in Him, let Him do it as usual for me.

Why does it feel like I'm missing something very important??? What in the world could it be that I feel like I'm forgetting?? Uhm... Ok, now I get it, forgive my silly and occupied mind and manners for the lack of introduction before so these complaints about work and my customers with their very luxurious demands. My name is Jennifer Francis, a girl of twenty four (24) years, an o level degree holder, a salon shop owner, a hair stylist, a manicurist and pedicurist and also a boss of four (4) apprentices. Well, I am, or should I say, used to be the first daughter and child of my parents, Mr. and Mrs. Bernard Francis. I hail from the Ideato South local government area of owerri, imo state, Nigeria. I have only two (2) younger siblings,a girl and a boy, with no elder sibling, both siblings live with our mum. My dad died many years ago, about sixteen (16) years ago. Well, I was the only child of my parents before my dad died, that led my mum to getting married to another man after about seven years later, there she gave birth to my younger sister, Charlotte and our only brother, Chris. Yeah, I said I used to be the first child of my family. I knew what I said and why I said that. After my father died, my mum started maltreating me, calling me all sorts of names, accusing me of being the cause of my father's death and the problems that came up been them before he died, with all sorts of silly talks and accusations. This issues went on for years till my senior secondary School days where I started home down in my academics, because I started sleeping in the class room as a result of being up all night in there and thoughts, I didn't have enough time to read at home as I turned the maid of the house 'cause we lived with my maternal grandparents. It was still God that saw me through all those years, and I managed to excel. I endured all the talks and beatings and all sorts of maltreatments from my own mother until after i sat for JAMB a year after I graduated from secondary School, that was when I started questioning her if really she was my mother or if I was adopted, or my father had me with another woman and she had to take responsibility of me as my father's new wife maybe because my biological mother died or she left my father due to one issue or another. It was problem all upon problems, for years. Well, to cut the long story short, my mum disowned me maybe cos she didn't want me anymore or maybe her new husband didn't like me or didn't want me in the house with them. I left the house and was sheltered by my friend, who is now my fiancee. He has helped me a whole lot ever since he took me in, I feel like he is my very own destiny helper because he came into the picture exactly when I needed to be helped. Kelvin gave me some money to go learn this manicure and pedicure I am using to earn thousands of naira now, and also add an extra knowledge to the one I had on hair styling. Kelvin rented an apartment for me and has been paying my rent even without my knowledge most times, and also gave me half the amount I needed to rent a shop and stock it gradually with my needed materials like attachments, weavons, nets, nails, lashes and all that a hair stylist makes use if. You might think I'm being selfish that's why I'm letting him pay for all these, I am not, he insisted he does them all for me so that I will not have any reason to think of my past life and get sad and depressed again or even to look at the face of any other guy because he is going to marry me, so I held my peace with all due respect. Besides, I don't want to do shutting that will provoke him in any way, I'm too scared to loose him, his good heart, his gentility, his crazy vibes, his sweet lips and his breath taking d**k,I really doubt there is any other guy in this world that is just like him, others are over half way less than him, none in any way better than him. You see, Kelvin is every woman's dream man, his physical appearances, his house alone can get any woman gushing and blushing over him, deep, Sweet and very romantic, there is just no way you will not get goose bumps all over your body as a lady immediately you hear his voice, not to mention how he romances me with sweet kisses and cuddles, his lips are always a turn on for me, always warm and very soft, just like his palms. Yes yes yes, I know what you must be thinking right now, yes, it's true, he is very good in bed, goes slowly with kisses till he's all in my kitty cat, lasts as long as I want him, he's just the best, if not better than the best. He is caring, loving, very annoying, very crazy just like me, we are almost the perfect match, though he's taller than me, but I want to be the taller one here not him, so I can trick him too same way he tricks me always, and also be the one to hug him from behind and kiss his neck, just same way he does to me, or,, no, it is perfect the way he is taller than me, so he can always hug me from behind, kiss my neck and fondle with my boobs till I get wet and soak everything I'm wearing down at that moment, then he'll let go of one breast , get his hand down in my pants, gently rub my clit before finally inserting one finger in my kitty cat, and slowly adding a second finger. Oh f*ck, this is almost 9:00am and I'm still here fantasizing over my man knowing fully well that I am not sharing him with anyone else in this world and turning myself on and almost soaking my clothes with just mere thought it him and everything about him. Who knows how many customers I just have by now already waiting patiently for me? Wait a second, where in the world could I have dropped my phone?? Oh goodness, not now, I don't need this now, I'm already extremely late for work, only if someone.... (Phone rings in the wardrobe) I was about suggesting if someone could call me now so I can find it, and the miracle had already happened even before I could finish asking for it. "Hello, yes, I'm already on my way to the shop, ok, you can have my girls attend to your nails, yes, I'll take care of your hair personally when I get there, that's fine, I'll design the nails for you when I get there, alright, I'll be there in a jiffy." F*ck, that was a customer out of the tens of customers there already tired of waiting for me.