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I had just gotten out of bed, a little put off by the sour taste in my mouth from not brushing the night before. How could I? I was beat!
I stretch and then assume my position on the floor. With my phone, I start going through Hive and Twitter notifications simultaneously. Just as I am about to read a certain comment by 
“It’s 7 in the morning for heaven’s sake.” I mumble as I stare at the number wondering what person would be calling in the middle of the night where they are from given the code.
I quickly put on a bonnet and a vintage shirt. The moment I swipe right, it takes me a while to adjust to the face looking back at me.
My phone flies out of my hand and a yelp escapes my throat. There’s no way Elon Musk was staring back at me!
Laughter comes from the phone. At least someone is enjoying themselves. Cautiously, I take the phone and turn it. He’s still there, in a white polo-shirt and great hair.
“Is this a prank? You’re using that AI stuff, aren’t you?” I squint at my screen
“No. I won’t take much of your time. I’m your daddy.”
A beat of silence as I let that sink in. He blinks. I blink twice.
“My daddy? Like Daddy Daddy or Sugar Daddy?”
He laughs, “Well, what do you think?”
“So you’re calling me to tell me you’re my Daddy?”
“Yes. For a day.”
And then it hits me!
“Is this that Bizzare thing you posted about on X? A tweet about something coming-”
“Yes.” He cuts me off.
“And I’m- how did you get my number?”
“I own X. You verified your account.”
“Oh…”
“You have 23 hours and 50 minutes left.”
“On a scale of one to ten, how generous are you right now?”
He doesn’t even think, “8.”
“Great! Now. I want a house, daddy. Not just one. Two. I’d like both to be in Abuja. Preferably two duplexes.”
“Great taste.”
“Next. I want you to repost every of my tweet for the next 3 days.”
“I said Daddy for a day.”
“Yeah. I got that. But the effects of being my Dad would not fade away so easy. You’re about to get me a house.”
“Fair enough. Okay.”
“And then, I want a full expense paid trip to Dubai. I’m not being greedy.”
“Uh huh…”
“That’s it for now.”
“Can you find a house in... what you called it for sale?”
“Give me one hour.”
“Okay. You have 23 hours and 40 Minutes left.”
The screen goes blank. And so does my brain for about ten seconds before it explodes!
“Mummyka!!!” I yell as I rush to the bathroom. If I am going to think straight and make right decisions, I would need a cold shower and food.”
“What is it?” She’s mildly irritated by my yelling.
“We are rich!” Is all I say before disappearing into the bathroom.
The next 24 hours are spent with Daddy Musk pulling strings to make bank procedures faster and buying stuff smoother. I don’t get to fly out immediately, but I do know I would meet him in real life someday.
When the 24 hours are over, I am a Landlady, an Influencer and the News headlines. Why? Daddy Musk Retweeted my tweets and even posted a screenshot of me in a bonnet with the caption, “Bizzare”.
Who knows how my life goes from here? I do. One week in Dubai. That’s how!
