"Hi guys welcome to my channel, it's your girl Nala Murphey and here are the top 5 Girl Power movies you need to binge watch with your girls"
"Nalaaaa"
"Urghh... Yes, Mom!!"
My mom, Rose, called. Well, if you didn't take note, I am Nala Murphey and a YouTube movie review vlogger. Hey, now don't get ahead of yourself. I just started a few months back and haven't been monetized, so you can add broke graduate to the middle of my show glass that has nothing good popping out. Well, yes??? What do you not want me to say? I am a graduate of Yeshiva University. I studied microbiology and wasn't just interested in working with that because I later discovered my passion wasn't really just working in a lab filled with people's blood, urine, and poop. At first, on my admission, I was excited and all. The thought of working as a professional and bringing honor to my family was everything. But as time went on, I wasn't doing so well with my grades, and not because I wasn't smart, just that I wasn't feeling the course anymore, you get what I mean? Then to top it all off, I went for my internship and was just disgusted at how human beings can be so proud of handing you their poop, like wow!! Just wow.
So back to the main course of events before I bore you to death...
"Mom, I told you I'm recording! And when I'm recording please fix whatever you need to do yourself. I'm really tired of repeating my lines like a broken record, mom!"
"Sorry dear, I just thought you were through by now...it's getting late and you've not had anything to eat."
"Well, if you'd just let me wrap up in peace, I'd finish and come get dinner. Just discovered the sounds were not right in my introduction."
"Okay baby girl, I'll let you be now...but hurry up, cause I'll be back, and if you aren't done by then you'll just have to join me either ways. I won't want the next superstar looking all malnourished in her videos."
"Hahaha, Mom!!! I can't believe you right now. Even if I don't eat for the next three days, I won't look anything close to malnourished with the way you stuff food down my throat."
Now hold that thought... I'm not close to obese or anything like that. I'm your average brown-skinned, 5 foot 7 inches tall girl with squeezable boobs and a semi-flat ass.
"I didn't say anything; just know I'll be back for you."
Well, if you haven't noticed, my mom and I are really close. Yes, I'm an only child, and my dad isn't much of a stay-at-home dad. He's got his own apartment somewhere in town. He visits once in a while. You can place that at seven times in a year. We do talk on the phone every now and then. We've got a good relationship going because I don't bother or care about things like this and yes, he's also in a good relationship with my Mom. I wonder why things didn't work out for them, though but some things are better kept unasked, you know? Cause of that saying curiosity kills the cat?? Anyone?? No??... Yea right! I'm still not asking.
I walked to the eating table because, truth be told... I'm a foodie and can't resist the smell coming from here any longer. I think I've gotten a nice shot of my introduction and everything. I'll get to the edit later.
"Mom!! What are you watching it's too loud." I called out to her while stuffing my face with lasagna and honey chicken wings.
"Oh baby, it's this new reality show my girls and I have been waiting for. It's just started, check your Twitter or something for the deets I don't know if you're under a rock or something."
"Your girls and you?" "Deets?" Hahaha, oh mom, please, who's making you act like a hipster?"
"Well I love watching you so maybe I got those from you."
"Haha, that's cool...well, since you and your girls have been on this, I think it's not something my generation would like."
"Fairly speaking, I am more out there than you are" she said, holding my gaze and wearing an unhappy face.
Now since you don't know my Mom I'll, tell you what that look means... she's about to talk to me about something "really important" and that might take approximately 24hours and as we have it, time really isn't on my side. So I think I'll slide.
"If you say so Mom." I said going towards the kitchen to clean the dishes. Now from what I've said you must have guessed right my momma ain't just gon' let shit slide like that. She follows me into the kitchen.
"Are you listening, Nala?"
"Huh?? Sorry, I zoned out... what's up?"
"You can imagine, this is really important to me and you also and you just zoned out?"
Hahaha what did I tell you guys?, It's always really important.
"I said I'm sorry, I'm here now, what's the problem?"
"Nala baby you're now 25 and out of school with no paying job yet, the least of all is having a stable relationship with a young man but no, my daughter doesn't have one and isn't even interested in one. She's not even smiling at her phone at times to show she's blushing at what a man is saying to her, and which man will even have your contact when the only places you go to is the church or the mall?"
"Mom, what's wrong with the places I go to? These places you just mentioned are places anyone could meet a guy."
"But what's wrong with wearing feminine clothing and going to a restaurant or coffee shop or having a jog at the park in the mornings?"
"Look Mom, there's nothing wrong with what I wear. You can't place me in the category of tomboys because I don't wear a gown or skirt and I'm really busy trying to get a good future so no I can't go to parks or restaurants to sit all by myself wasting my precious time watching out for a guy and looking like a desperate sister in the block. The places I go to are enough to get a man. Maybe it's not just the right time."
"What do you mean as not the right time? When is the right time then? When you're forty? Have you ever even considered yourself as the problem? That may be you're just too uptight and in your own head?"
This is the point I give up, well not literally like passing out to have my peace and quiet for a while, but just agree with her so I'd go to my room. In case you're wondering, we stay in a three-bedroom bungalow. One for me, one for my Mom, and one for a guest. In my highschool days I used to have friends coming for sleepovers, but we all grew apart due to the usual—different schools, better lives, moving out. Also my cousins and Mom's friends came around too, so just in case the house was full there was always an extra room to accommodate.
We're very much comfortable and can afford basic needs and all as my Mom is into real estate and has some stock investments. My dad still sends pocket money till now- so you know? We're good.
"Okay Mom, I promise to work on my attitude and get a guy as soon as possible."
"That's more like it! I'm holding on to your words, if you can't meet a guy and bring him home by 26? Then you'd just have to join the second season of "You Get Me."
"Haha, what's that??"
"It's the internet's sensation now! The reality show I was talking about earlier, you get to stay with different people for three months, choose a guy to develop a relationship with and if the viewers love your chemistry and you get the highest votes, you and the guy get to go home with a million dollars to start a family with"
"Wow! That's cool, but I don't know why you keep saying YOU? You've given me a time frame and I'll work with that, no need for the reality show."
"Whatever you say, but I also feel you should register for the next season, cause not only will you get a man but the money and fame can give you a good push at your vlog thing."
"I've heard, goodnight ma!.. I'm too tired for this."
"Goodnight baby, sleep well."
I walked into my room not willing to wash the makeup off my face cause I feel like I'll wash off the sleep that's overtaking me now. Do y'all ever feel so?
Anyway, I just changed my outfit to my silk black short with emoji faces around them and no top. Yes, this is my go-to outfit for the night: no clothes or just shorts. I slid into my bed, covered the duvet and started cuddling one of my teddies, waiting for sleep to finally hit me, but instead an idea did. Not just any idea—it was the breakthrough idea.
What if I review or gossip about the internet's new sensation, "You Get Me", That'll push views and fame my way!
And with that shining light bulb right above my head, I found myself drifting off with the thought of fame and money coming my way.