Growing Yams in London by Sophia Acheampong Read Free Book Online Page B

a piece of popcorn from my hair.
PartyBharti:
LOL!!!
Makdiva:
OK, so I didn’t need to put him in an arm lock!
PartyBharti:
Stop it! I can’t laugh any more, my stomach aches!
Makdiva:
Anyway, then he told me how nice my hair was.
PartyBharti:
Oooh, so it was worth getting your braids done on Friday?
Makdiva:
Definitely! I didn’t even mind the trek to South London this time!
PartyBharti:
Well, was there any lip action?
Makdiva:
No.
PartyBharti:
Ohmigod, he doesn’t fancy you!
Makdiva:
What, seriously?
PartyBharti:
Makeeda, how many boyfriends have I had? I’m messing around? Joke?
Makdiva:
You still give good advice and I’m sure you’ll get a boyfriend soon.
    I knew how sensitive Bharti was and I honestly couldn’t see why she wasn’t getting asked out all the time with her huge eyes and pretty face.
    PartyBharti:
Thanks for the sympathy.
Makdiva:
I mean it! It’s not sympathy!
PartyBharti:
Let me know when you find a boy who wants to go out with a size sixteen, five foot five, fourteen-year-old!
Makdiva:
Stop it. What about that guy at the Tube station last week?
PartyBharti:
He was a foot shorter than me and, ooh, at least thirty years too old for me!
Makdiva:
LOL! OK, bad example!
PartyBharti:
Thanks Miss un-matchmaker. Get on with the date.
Makdiva:
Fine. We stared at each other, then we kissed just as his dad walked in.
PartyBharti:
Stop it – U LIE!
Makdiva:
Nope. His dad walked in and introduced himself, then told us to go downstairs.
PartyBharti:
Whaaaaaat?
Makdiva:
Well, like you and Tanisha, he didn’t trust us alone in his son’s bedroom!
PartyBharti:
SEE!! I mean, oh shame!
Makdiva:
Yeah, thanks, Bharti! So we hung out watching a film on TV, then he called a cab for me.
PartyBharti:
Is that it?
Makdiva:
Yeah, well he gave me kiss for about a second on his doorstep as the cab pulled up and the driver hooted his horn.
PartyBharti:
Are you for real? 2 interruptions?
Makdiva:
YES!
PartyBharti:
OK, no need to shout. Well, what kind of kiss was it then?
Makdiva:
Which one?
PartyBharti:
The first one, of course! The second one doesn’t count.
Makdiva:
Nice.
PartyBharti:
Don’t make me come round and slap it out of you. I WANT DETAILS!
Makdiva:
Oh, OK then. It was really soft.
PartyBharti:
Any tongue action?
Makdiva:
Yes.
PartyBharti:
Ohmigod!
Makdiva:
Not for long though as his dad walked in, remember?
PartyBharti:
LOL!
Makdiva:
Not LOL! Totally embarrassing – my lips were left in the air before I realised we had company.
PartyBharti:
Ha. Haa­aa­aaa­aaa­aaaa­aaa­aaaa­aaaaa­aaa­aaaaa aaa­aaa­aaa­aaa­aaaa!
    I can’t believe she just wrote that. Where is her heart? What is taking her so long to reply it’s been two minutes!
    Makdiva:
Bharti?
PartyBharti:
Sorry, I fell off my chair and my finger got stuck on the ‘a’ key.
Makdiva:
Liar! There’s an exclamation mark.
PartyBharti:
OK, but I did fall off my chair. So is that it?
Makdiva:
Yes.
PartyBharti:
Wow, that’s an interesting first date.
Makdiva:
Spill it.
    I knew Bharti was hiding something.
    PartyBharti:
Well, you’re a Cancerian and according to your sign for Sunday it said, ‘A challenging day but a hopeful beginning,’ or something like that.
Makdiva:
Yeah and what does that mean?
PartyBharti:
Methinks the fates conspired against you, but then again you’ve had Mercury in retrograde for the past few weeks but all that should change
Makdiva:
WHEN BHARTI, WHEN?
PartyBharti:
All right, calm down. Um . . . According to this book, in about three years.
Makdiva:
WHAAAAAAAAAT?
PartyBharti:
I’m soo glad we’re not on the phone. I was just messing. Next week, Thursday. Have you told Mel?
Makdiva:
No, not yet, she’s been busy with the netball try-outs, but you know what she’s like: she probably knew he was going to ask me out!
PartyBharti:
Hold on, who did he say you smelled like?
Makdiva:
What?
    I was hoping she’d forget. I really didn’t want to tell her.
    PartyBharti:
You said he said you smelled