Episode Three: My Personal Insecurities

Lola’s Diary

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From Episode Two

“Calm down Lola,” I appeal to myself.
I started walking to my car and she runs after me, reaches in my car and grab the car keys from the ignition.
“Oh no you didn’t,” I say and fly into a rage.
“Get the f*ck out of my car…” I scream.
Frightened, Deola jumps as this mad woman plucks the key out of the ignition and pockets it.

Episode Three: My Personal Insecurties.

The b*tch is raving mad. She is screaming expletives and out of control.


“F*ck your college ass! F*cking gold digging moron,” she vomits her rabid trash into the public space disturbing the neighborhood and making a nuisance of herself. I was scared for a minute.
What day is it? I ask as she continues to holler causing a scene.


“Keep your mother f*ucking mouth shut and hand me my car keys,” I demand.

Episode Two: Are You Kidding Me?

  Lola’s Diary
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From Episode One.

“Oh I’m sorry officer,” I say softly.
He nods gently and I hand him the documents. He walks off toward his cruiser and stays for what seem like an eternity. Then he comes back and hand me my license, registration and believe it or not… a ticket!
A frigging in the rigging god forsaken unhealthy ticket.
“F*ck him, what nerve,” I curse.
“That’s just what I needed,” I remark quietly.

Episode Two: Are you Kidding Me?

“That’s a warning! Get it taken care of right away,” the State Trooper says politely.


I feel a rush of relief and a sense of guilt for cussing at him.
“I will,” I say in a cracked voice.
“Good, have a good evening ma'am,” the officer replies.
“Oh thank you,” I add.
I have been under a lot of stress lately but when I pause to think about it. State Troopers are there to keep us safe. I should always remember that! Something tells me that I wouldn’t feel that way, had I received a $100.00 ticket and not a warning ticket. It’s amazing what grace can do.
I pause for a few minutes and gather myself not caring about that F*cking sitter.


"Oh! Pardon my poor manners, I didn’t introduce myself,"


My name is Lola Campbell and I have been in Washington for 7 years. I work as an attorney at Spivak& McClellan a media entertainment law firm on K Street in D.C. I’m a graduate of the University of Lagos, attended Law School in Victoria Island and was called to the Nigerian Bar.


Anyway, that’s enough about me.

Episode One: State Trooper

Lola’s Diary

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Just my luck! This is the second time in a week that I get stuck in traffic. I’m in a bumper to bumper grind as I cross the 14th Street Bridge from D.C into Virginia. I see Crystal City to the left, the Pentagon to the right and smile as I think of Tunji at the “Chic Club” last night. Tunji is a great dancer and just an all round great guy.
“Why can’t he just spend more time with me?” I ponder in frustration.

I remember doing a slow dance with him on the dance floor when he kissed me. My heart raced.

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