Two
Sophia
Sarcasm and humor – two things you should never leave out in your day to day activities. It spices up your daily life and gives you a reason to smile, which is why I advise you to subscribe to my channel and hit that notification bell because you need it. ‘Sophia’s Spot’ is all about vibes and everything fun.
“What do you think?” I ask my cousin, Lilah, after showing her the caption under my channel promotional post. “Do you think it’s captivating enough, or do I need to add anything?”
“I think you need to erase everything and write something more appealing. ‘Cos the fuck is this?’” she casts me a snarky look.
“Lilah, what do you mean? Please read it again; how come you don’t see what I see in this brilliant caption? Maybe you should define appealing, please,” I smirk at her.
“First, what the heck is sarcasm?” she folds her hand across her chest.
“Sarcasm is the lowest form of wit,” I shrug after giving a programmed response.
“Oh, is it?” she asks again.
“God, Lilah, why are you even asking? It is simple English,” I roll my eyeballs.
“So, why does it have to be in that post? Can’t you write something more interesting?” Lilah questions further.
“Sarcasm and humor walk hand in hand. Ugh! I’m tired,” I toss my laptop aside before collapsing on my bed.
“Then get a good job and stop trying to push that YouTube channel; it’s not your calling,” she says, pushing my head away from her laps.
“How about you employ me then? Can I work at your company?” I cast her a cute, questioning look.
“I work in a hospital, tsk,” she reminds me before standing up.
I groan before burying my head in a pillow. The only problem I have is commitment. I think this is what I want to do, and the next minute, I lose interest. I’m a freelance face model, or no, I used to be a freelance face model. I’ve worked for various non-exclusive modeling agencies. But a few years ago, I got tired of everything that’s associated with it. It probably started when my manager began to throw sexual advances at me – a forty-something-year-old man insisting he must get in between my legs if I want him to continue helping me with my career. It’s not the first time; my former manager did the same thing too. So, everything just got tiring at a point that I had to quit.
Here I am, years after promising myself that I would never model again. I have tried out several things after quitting; blogging, catering, ushering, etc. But I just could not settle for any, recently, I started YouTubing, and it has been going great so far. Except my subscribers stopped growing about two months ago, and I’m stuck on twelve thousand, three hundred subscribers. It sucks because I can’t make enough money to feed myself if I continue like this. My bills have started writing to me that I need to go back to modeling, or my life would be home to insolvency.
I used to be a rich girl, back in the days when I was still freelancing. But now, I can’t even boast of anything. My bank account is a desert; I’m just so grateful to God for blessing me with a cousin like Lilah. Lilah is my dad’s older sister’s daughter; she’s like my best friend and only relative. She’s the reason why I still have a roof over my head; because at this stage of my life, I can’t even afford to pay rent.
After my parents’ divorce, Mom remarried, and Dad did the same thing too. It’s really hard living with them or depending on them since they have my stepbrothers and sisters to cater to. My mom and I are not even on good terms. I still blame her for the way our family fell apart. I barely call her. It’s just my dad, and he takes care of two other children too. I hate being a burden, so, I try as much as I can to not call him to ask for any form of financial assistance. Plus, I am old enough to cater for myself.
I stand up from my bed and pick my laptop again. “Lilah! Lilah!” I call her as I walk to the sitting room, barefoot.
“Yep?” she pulls out the Air Pod in her left ear to pay attention to me.
“So, what do you think the caption should be? Let’s rub minds and come up with something better,” I tell her before sitting beside her.
“Look, babe, this is not what you need.”
“Huh? Really?” I rub my chin, trying to figure out what she meant.
“Yeah, it’s not. You need to create new content. Change your style; viewers love new things. Do something that would get them talking,” she advises, and I nod, following every one of her words.
“Mm, so what do you think I can do?”
“Well, there are many options, especially for the audience you cater to,” she responds before shrugging.
I like her idea, and I think I’ll buy it. It is an incredible suggestion. Sprawling on the couch, I start to watch other channels’ content, sourcing for inspiration.
After watching for a few hours, an idea finally forms in my head. I just have to sketch out a plan and see how it goes.
Three
