CHINA TORI

Let’s start by marking today as ‘MD’, for Missed Departure. I’ve got to be the most naïve person on earth to think that it was okay to leave making my hair till the day of departure. I sensed that things would not go down well if I left hair to last minute, but I had a hard time deciding if I wanted my hair made or not.

Now I’m anxious and angry, and I’ve got a bad headache. I can’t think straight. I can’t stop telling myself, ‘Uche, you don fuck up!’ How do I forgive myself for having to spend three times the amount I would have paid if I had left earlier and travelled by coach on an Uber?

Sigh. Maybe it is time to stop worry and start thinking of a way to salvage the situation. But first, I must eat. I’m famished. My head is banging, and I have no doubts that my blood pressure is hitting the roof by now. I must stop and think. Literally, I have to stop before I harm myself. I feel like my brain is brain is being fried and my sight is becoming blurry.

Today is the first day of what is supposed to be a six-day summer vacation trip to Marrakech. I’m going on this trip with a group of strangers. My husband is not coming with me because of a work thing, and mostly because we can’t afford to pay for two.

I booked for this trip in March and I had the opportunity to pay for it in instalment. I can’t relate to you how excited I am to be visiting Marrakech for the first time. I have heard stories of how beautiful the country is and all the amazing experiences one could gain as a tourist, but I’m sceptical about how I will fare without my husband. I miss him already. If he were here, he would know what to do. I can’t call him because I’m afraid that he would be disappointed. No, I will call the group leader and find out what she’ll advice. Fingers crossed.

Image: Erik Odiin