What a morning!

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So today I was in bed until past 10am. I laid in bed muttering some prayers when there was a knock on the door. From the way the knock came, I knew it was my friend knocking. I didn’t flinch.

The knock became consistent and my roomate had to go open the door and there she waltzed in, in all her glory. Ughhhh, not again. I groaned silently.

You are still in bed by this time, Real
Estate consultant, she bellowed. Stand up let’s go for prospecting. Is this how you want to build your million dollars company she said.

Good morning I answered and how was your night. It was fine she said.

You are still in bed she rambled on, no wonder you aren’t online. My phone is on flight mode, I said. I put it on flight mode whenever I want to go to bed and put it off when I fully awake.

One of our colleagues just called me she went on talking, she said that another of our colleague was having a surgery. She’s already gone in for the surgery but they need about 5,417 steem to pay for her surgery.

The person talking to me and the person she’s talking to are in very beautiful financial position right now. I didn’t know what to say. The very reason why I haven’t even reached out to them. How to you checkup on people who are in a fix and needs money? After they tell you their ordeal and all you will do is give them
Moral support. It’s just tiring.

I have received 3 money calls this morning my friend said. And she currently doesn’t have a dime to her name. She sat on the floor in my room while I laid on the bed wondering what in the world is going on.

I put on my data. Myriads of messages poured in from WhatsApp especially from the endless groups I am into. Nothing personal. I reached out to my colleagues husband to check in on her. The surgery was successful but she’s still unconscious but breathing fine he said. Let me call some persons and see if we can raise some money I answered. Where do I start from?

The people I would have asked for money who I know can give me are currently owing me and haven’t paid. I said a prayer for my colleague. Trusting God she would be fine. My emotions are over the place and just then a text came into my phone. It’s been a long while. Yes, I quickly poured out my ordeal to the person only to notice I was sharing something personal to a mistaken identity.

Two contact bearing same name. Ohhh, sorry, I quickly apologized. I mistook you for someone else I said. It’s okay. You can talk to me. He said. Some things are rather too personal to share.

I took to the toilet to ease myself. As I sat down on the toilet seat, I took to my blog to share what a morning it’s been. I feel better pouring my heart to my blog lately. They said writing is a way to heal, especially when you don’t have the right audience to talk to.