Friday, 13th November 2015.I walked quickly along the sidewalk. Well, as quickly as I could in the pair of red heels I had specifically purchased for the occasion that night. I cast a wary glance at the slouched, hooded figure of a man who stood a little way off, my heart pounded against my rib cage with fear. When I caught up to him, I saw he had a questioning look on his face, like I was lost, crazy or something.
Laide Temidayo Fayola was my 16-year old younger sister. She was in SS2 and was usually quiet but with a good sense of humour when she wasn't nose-deep in a book or off in her little world of science. "Well, surprise!" She said with weak enthusiasm. I just looked at her and let my eyes do the talking.
I had just put the phone away when it rang again, it was dad who called the next time. Another thing about my parents was that instead of them to do something together, they preferred to do it separately, especially when they were in fight mode. This caused a lot of repetition and general annoyance. After repeating the same thing to him about Laide being fine and we were both alright, I finally put my phone down and tried to get some sleep. I growled in frustration when it rang again. But this time, a glance at the caller ID made me switch it off.The next morning, I stirred awake and rolled ov
My gaze fell to my phone which was on the coffee table. There were at least seven missed calls and three text messages from him by then. I wondered if I should give him a chance, just to explain things at least. I made a quick decision and picked up the phone but made a call to a different person instead. "Hey Lara, are you free?" I asked as soon as she picked up. “Yeah, just got home
Monday, 16th November 2015.I stood in front of the full-length mirror to inspect my outfit. I was dressed in a black high-waist pencil skirt and a white blouse, typical office wear. I had to be at the company building by 8:00 a.m., and it was now 6:40 a.m. Driving was out of the question because I didn’t own a car and a cab would be quite expensive, so a BRT bus was the only option. There was no way I would show up on my first day at the office on an okada.
I sat down and waited some more to be attended to. Minutes later, a portly middle-aged man approached me. "Hello, are you Miss Eniola Fayola?" "Good morning, sir. Yes, I am," I replied as I stood.
He leaned back into his leather chair and steeped his fingers together as he watched me closely; a gold wedding band glinted on his finger.He was most definitely unavailable. I tried to ignore how disappointed that made me feel. "So, Miss
I blinked twice and shook my head slowly."What are you talking about, what did you find out?" I leaned forward. "My parents already decided and there is nothing I can do about it. I'm getting married in two months," he said as he shut his eyes.