The Mortehn Expressions

I wake up with a banging head. It’s the third day in a row, I have used Paracetamol and Dolo Meta-B repeatedly because I thought it had something to do with my eyes. I just got new glasses last week, it definitely isn’t because of the glasses or is it?   I get up from the bed and find my way to the kitchen. The sachet of Paracetamol lay there on the counter just beside the sink. I’m thinking, “should I take another dose or just go back to sleep?” I decide to go back to sleep. Perhaps if I try to sleep for a longer time, I’ll feel better when I wake up—I go back to bed.   I wake up at exactly 2p.m. Have I been sleeping all this time? Shit! I’ve missed my Saturday class for Yoga. I pick up my phone with the intention of apologising to my instructor on WhatsApp. I see the notifications—63 messages from 8 chats. I groan…. Arrrggghhh! Who are the people sending these messages? Can’t a girl be offline for a bit?   I ignore the messages and just send my apology to Chiks, my Yoga instr

“ You should eat more food and eat it often too, like six times in a day”, mum says to Tiwa my best friend. She is skinny and eats very little. She is the first person I have met who dislike food. I don’t know her favourite food because she never eats anything with delight. She eats sparingly. I am the exact opposite of Tiwa, I LOVE food! My mum is a great cook you see, and she makes all sorts of whatnots from the recipes she reads about in cookery books or those she gets from the internet. Everyone in my house has a healthy appetite and no one is skinny except my brother; my brother eats a lot but it does not reflect on his body which makes us tease him all the time. Tiwa is looking down at her toes, trying to hide the crooked smile on her lips. My friend always has that crooked smile on her face whenever my mum makes any of those remarks regarding her weight. I am not bothered about mum’s remark to my friend, I am busy behind the kitchen counter with a plate of five cookies resting