Curiosity might have truly killed the cat!
Was this after its ninth life though?
It’s been almost 5 months since I last put anything up, miss me? I have two drafts, sitting in dusty, cobwebbed rooms. Waiting rather impatiently to be let out but you see, I can’t. At least for now.
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Last night, I got back home to a dark house without water. The epileptic national grid had collapsed, ergo, no water. I was tired, sweaty and in desperate need of a shower. I carried a basin and stepped outside the apartment to get water from the tank just behind the apartment but it was empty! Two GP tanks had been emptied. That could mean only one thing, the pumping machine had spoilt and everyone had fetched water from outside.
I took my bleeding, sweaty, and tired self to a “secret tap” our gateman had once showed me. I hoped it wasn’t empty, especially as the tap, the floor, and the walls were all dry. I set my basin beneath it and turned the tap. It gushed happily with cool water! I was thankful and glad for the supply. I decided to make a couple of rounds so there would be enough water in the house.
Somewhere in the middle of my happy choring, I decided I was going to remove my artificial nails and fix a new one today. I mentally mapped out how my day should go, and it was a good plan. Only thing was, I had to remove the current one. I bent my artificial nails one after the other, to check how far off they were. I knew they’d be an easy remove task, but I decided to take it a notch higher. While waiting for my new round of water to get filled up, I tried to remove my right ring finger’s artificial nail. It was almost off till a shock went through me, and I heard myself gasp in surprise and in pain. Curiosity had killed the cat! I had broken my nail in the process. My nail had lifted painfully from its flesh bed. As I type this, I wonder what could have been if I had waited patiently to finish fetching the water and calmly used my manicure and pedicure kit to remove the artificial nails one after the other. My finger is almost useless, but it will heal, and I’ll make this mistake again. It’s the same mistake I make every time and swear not to fix my nails again. A lie almost every girl tells herself.
Perhaps this cat, like the alcoholic cat has more than nine lives.
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