“No no no no NO!”, Juanita groaned in her sleep. She was just about entering the limo her crush had rented for them to take a cruise in, but alas, mama!
” JUANITA!”, her mother yelled from the other end of the house. “Coming, mum!” Her High School Musical blanket came off and she slipped into Sharpay slippers to meet her mother.
Tall, lean and toned, she stood regal in a stiff business suit, her hair in a tight bun, muscled legs planted firmly in court shoes.
“Good to see you’re up, Juanita. I have a busy day today so I pasted your list of chores on the refrigerator.”
“Okay, mum”, she mumbled as her mum click-clacked away. Curious, Juanita went into the kitchen. Mum usually told her what to do. The refrigerator was enclosed in stickers of Troy, Gabriella, Ryan and Sharpay, and the list was affixed to one of them.
“Pick weeds in the compound.
Tend to the garden.
Wipe clean all the windows.
Do the laundry.
Rearrange Juan’s wardrobe and room.
Scrub all the bathrooms.
Scrub the kitchen floor.
Sweep and mop the whole house.
Take my clothes to the tailor for mending.
Walk the dog.
Cook stew and black soup. There’s money on the table. Haggle expertly, please!
Cook dinner, jollof rice with lots of onions!
Make chin chin for Juan and his friends. Don’t mess up the recipe this time!
The painter will be coming. Glue your eyes to him. I don’t want any of my gold missing!
Arrange the books in the library. You know the order.
Don’t have any friends over, you’ll get distracted.
“Arrrgh! Just kill me, mom!” She stole a glance at the wall clock. 7:09 am. The house was grand, a duplex her dad had built when he’d hit a jackpot. She set music playing and psyched herself to work.
8:00 am- weeds plucked, the garden tended. My back aches from bending over.
8:47 am- windows wiped and rooms dusted as thoroughly as I could. I think my hands will soon fall off.
9:56 am- house swept. Oh, my back!
10:42 am- house mopped. Mom, can you see your reflection?
11:30 am- clothes are frying in the sun. Happy now?
12:16 pm- bathroom dirt is eww😑
12:40 pm- dog wants to walk me instead🙄
1:20pm- my eyes are glued to the painter, mom. And it’s worth the investment💑👶
2:00pm- did a tornado hit Juan’s room?😵
2:15pm- I can’t be ostracized from the world, mom, I’m taking an IG break.
2:50pm- tailor’s done mending. On to the market.
3:50pm- things are expensive mama! I did what I could!🤷🏽
4:30 pm- why wouldn’t you let me have a friend over? Cooking alone is boring!😣
5:40 pm- my jollof rice tastes better than yours😋 and it’s an onion feast.
6:30pm- why does Juan get chin chin and I don’t? It’s yummy tho😋
7:00pm- the kitchen floor is fit to sleep on.
7:05pm- uh uh, I’m so not touching the library.