Unsaddled wishes: Chideziri POV

I spend half the night waiting for Chimamanda to text. And the other half stalking her on facebook. 

When I type her full name into the search box a hundred names make a grid list. I scroll through till i am positive exasperation and frustration are two different levels of anger. 

Then i remember how she was about her middle name, so i put in her first name and middle name,  and her profile pops up like an icon

God bless Mark Zuckerberg. 

My stalking game is on point. It's not really stalking though, more like watching. 

And this girl posts plenty. It feels awfully good to see her again, in my room, even if it's on a phone. 

There are hundred pics of her and her friends, and i think her dad, tens of her being goofy and having fun. 

The best is a Snapchat picture. She has dog ears and nose, and her hair is brushed out into a crazy mane that resembles a soft black cloud, both palms are pressed flat