After the hurt episode 11and12
Episode 11
Gift and Promise found a comfortable spot and sat on the semi-white sand.
“What do you think?” She used her shoulder to nudge her.
“I agree, the air is fresher than the one in my bedroom.”
Gift started to laugh and Promise joined her.
Two young men walked up to them and asked if they wanted to buy drinks and roasted fish or chicken. They declined and watched them as they went after another potential customer.
Promise sighted a fair tall figure walking past them and recognition hit her. She sucked in a deep breath and squeezed one of her sister’s hand. Gift saw her sister’s ghostly expression and followed her gaze. Her brows came together in a frown when she saw Gbenga.
“Talk about the devil.”
“We shouldn’t have come here.”
Gift eyed her, “Kuramo beach is a public place.”
“You don’t understand,” her voice shook.
“Yes, I do. The fact that both of you frequent here often doesn’t mean that you have to avoid this place.”
She let go of her hand and folded hers.
“You need to replace your memories and build new ones, or else your past will forever hunt you.”
She eyed her, “It is easier said than done.”
“Regardless… “
“Promise!”
They both turned towards the sound of her name. They saw Gbenga walking towards them.
“He has seen us,” she whispered.
“And so what? Do you want to run?”
She took a good look at her younger sister. She hoped she wouldn’t start a fight.
“Good afternoon ladies,” he greeted them, but his hazel eyes were fixed on Promise’s averted face.
Gift and her sister refused to respond.
He couldn’t believe that she was here. He knew they would run into each other once in a while, but it had not crossed his mind that it would be so soon.
“Can we help you?”
He glanced at Gift and noticed the way she was staring at him. She must have thought he was the devil himself for calling off the wedding. If only she knew the years of pain and anguish that laced his decision, she might not be quick to judge him.
“I believe you are not dumb. As you can see, you are disrupting our peaceful relaxation.”
She gapped at her in surprise. Her sister had a very big mouth and was quick to lash out at whoever crossed her part.
“Gift… ” She used her eyes to caution her, but, her sister was past caring.
He decided not to take offence, after all, the young lady was only coming to her sister’s aid. Who could blame her?
“Please, can I have a word with you?”
She looked back at him and saw the concern in his eyes.
“Why? Haven’t you caused enough harm?” Gift tried to get up, but, her sister held her back.
“Give us a minute,” Promise pleaded.
She glared at her and turned to eye him.
“Please.”
“As you wish,” she got up and walked away.
Gbenga shook his head, “Your sister is something else.”
“What do you want?”
He fell on his knees and sat opposite her.
“I need you to hear me out.”
“I am listening.”
“Thank you. Two years before I graduated from the university, my father started cheating on my mum.”
Her shocked gaze met his sad ones.
“Nobody knew, until I saw him at one of the girl’s hostel in my school, picking up babes with a few friends of his. I approached him and he told me point blank that it was known of my business. I was sad, distressed and confused.
“My father was a born-again Christian. He was a Deacon in church. He was a happily married man with four male children. What led him to such atrocities?”
“Hmmm…. ” She began to understand why he had issues with unfaithful married men.
“He came home one day with one of his mistresses and ordered us to move out of the main house and move into the boys’ quarters. We were upset, but, my mum decided not to fight him. She fought her battles on her knees in prayers.
“The mistress that moved in with my dad was a choir mistress in her church. She was a so-called born-again Christian. Yet, she lived a double life.”
“Wow!” She realized that he must have compared her to his father’s mistress.
“My father had an accident a year later. His mistress died instantly, but, he survived. He apologised us and asked for our forgiveness. He passed away some months later due to the infection that had taken over his wounds. I have issues with married men and the women who fall for their lies. I hope you can now understand why I cannot marry you and accept your past.”
Promise returned his gaze and wondered if he had truly forgiven his father and the mistress who took his mother’s place for sometime. No wonder he couldn’t accept her past.
“Your father made mistakes. His mistresses made mistakes. We all make mistakes. We are not perfect. As Christians, what counts is the fact that we decide to repent, re-dedicate our lives to God, endeavour to learn from our mistakes, and move on. God’s grace is sufficient for us all.”
He sighed heavily. He knew she was right, yet, these were issues he couldn’t come to terms with, regardless of what he had to let go.
She brushed a hand over his fair face and their eyes locked.
“It is okay. I understand where you are coming from. My prince charming is out there somewhere and your damsel in distress is also out there. We will find them soon.”
He smiled and blinked back the tears threatening to burst forth from his eyes.
“I enjoyed every moment we spent together. I believe we are still friends.”
He nodded in agreement.
“Take care of yourself, Gbenga Lewis,” she lifted herself and walked away, in search of her sister
On the 15th of September,
Promise stepped into TL
Communications company at
Lekki.
She approached the Front
Desk Officers, two ladies and
A guy, clad in navy blue suits.
She greeted them and asked
How to get to the Public
Relations office. One of the
Ladies directed her to the
Third floor.
She located the elevator and
Joined the group of people
Waiting to get in. On the third
Floor, she scanned the
Hallway and found a brown
Door labeled ‘Public Relations
Office’. She knocked and went
In.
She found herself in a large
Room with five cubicles to her
Left, an enclosed office in the
Middle and a seating area
Which was already occupied,
To her right. Eight pairs of
Eyes stared back at her. She
Approached them, greeted
And took the vacant seat.
Nobody responded, except
The creamy brown-skinned
Guy sitting opposite her.
The door of the enclosed
Office swung open and a light
Skinned tall and plump woman
Walked out.
“Good morning everybody. I
Am Miss. Vivian Njemanze,
The Public Relations Manager.”
They stood up and chorused,
“Good morning ma.”
Promise swallowed the
Laughter bubbling within her.
The way they greeted the
Manager, it was similar to the
Way school pupils welcomed
Their class teacher.
She took a good look at the
Woman and calculated her
Age, summing it to around
Early forties. Why wasn’t her
Boss married? She introduced
Herself with the title ‘Miss.’ It
Could be that she was
Separated, divorced or
Worse, widowed. She wouldn’t
Be surprised if the woman’s
Career had a whole lot to do
With her present marital status.
‘All these career women,’ she
Thought.
“You are my new team
Members. Your predecessors
Have been posted to different
Branches of the company
Worldwide. If you are as hard
Working and committed as
They were, you will excel in
This company. Your daily and
Weekly assignments are
Posted on that notice board,”
She pointed to her left and
Their intent gazes followed
The direction her finger was
Pointing at.
A large board was nailed to
The wall. It was divided into
Five columns, each person
Had their names written boldly
In black on a column and it
Was covered with several
Pinned documents.
Promise searched and found
Her name. It was on the
Second column. The volume of
White sheets pinned to it
Made her to swallow her
Spittle.
“Please endeavour to check
The board daily. You do not
Have any excuse whatsoever
To resume work late. I don’t
Care where you live. I don’t
Tolerate truancy, that will
Earn you a suspension and
You can lose your job in the
Process.
“If you work with me in
Obedience and loyalty, you
Will rise to an envied height,
But if you disobey my rules
And instructions, if you
Neglect your work and play
Smart, I will make your days
In this company a living hell.
Welcome to TL
Communications company,”
She turned around and
Returned to her office. The
‘click’ sound of her high
Heeled shoes echoed through
The white walls.
“Wow!” One of the men in the
Room exclaimed. He dabbed at
The beads of sweat on his
Dark forehead with his white
Handkerchief, “Now I know
Why she is called Margaret
Thatcher.”
The taller man with creamy
Brown skin chuckled and
Shook hands with him, “I am
Boma Etuk.”
“Oyetunde Badmus.”
Promise watched them and
Smiled. Men would always best
Ladies when it came to
Mingling. She noticed that
Oyetunde was the shortest of
Them all. He was about five
Feet six inches, with a
Protruding pot belly that gave
His grey coloured suit a
Gawky look.
Her curious eyes found the
Taller man. He was the tallest
Of them all, about five feet
Ten inches, with a creamy
Brown complexion. He was
Easy on the eyes, but she
Had always preferred fairer
Men.
He looked her way and caught
Her staring at him. His dark
Brown eyes softened and
Seemed to glitter, drawing her
In, like nails to magnet.
Oyetunde cleared his throat
And approached her.
“I am Oyetunde Badmus.”
She tore her eyes away from
Boma and shook hanks with
Him.
“I am Promise Daodu.”
“It is nice meeting you,” he
Grinned.
“Same here,” she forced a
Smile.
Boma walked up to them and
Shook hands with her.
“Boma Etuk.”
Their gazes locked again. She
Looked away. She couldn’t
Fathom why she was drawn to
Him. He wasn’t her type and
She was yet to recover from her broken relationship with
Gbenga. “Can we meet you?” Oyetunde
Addressed the other two
Ladies who had already picked
Out cubicles next to each
Other.
“Adaeze Chukwuemeka,” one
Of them waved.
“Kemisola Tijani,” the other
Chimed.
Promise strode over to the
Board and checked out the
Documents attached to her
Name. Boma and Oyetunde
Joined her.
“Margaret Thatcher is out to
Kill us,” Oyetunde lamented.
She ignored him. She was
Beginning to see him as
Someone who complained a
Lot. Boma remained mum. His
Eyes were fixed on his
Column.
“Look at our list of
Assignments. We have less
Than a week to see them
Done.”
“Then you better get
Started,” Boma unpinned the
Documents attached to his
Column and strode off …
To the cubicle close to the
Window.
Oyetunde groaned and pulled
Out his list of assignments
From the board. He marched
Away in anger.
Promise shook her head.
‘God, thank you for this
Dream job of mine. I need you
To help me excel in this
Company’, she said a silent
Prayer and found out that the
Only desk left was the one
Opposite Boma.
At about twelve noon, Boma
Left the office and found his
Way into the cafeteria on the
Ground floor of the company.
The place was crowded with
Staff members who were
Buying and eating their lunch.
He bought a set of chicken
Sandwich and a can of orange
Juice.
While trying to find a place to
Sit, he saw Oyetunde downing
A bowl of pounded yam and
Melon soup at a corner.
“Mr. Man, don’t you think you
Are swallowing the wrong
Meal at this time of the day,”
He sat beside him.
“I need all the energy I can
Get. That sandwich you are
Eating won’t get you
Anywhere today.”
He sipped at his drink, “Your
Heavy lunch will only make
You sleep.”
“I hear you,” he concentrated
On his meal, “That reminds
Me.”
Boma met his excited gaze.
“We are lucky to have three
Beautiful ladies working with
Us.”
“Really?”
“Yes. Promise for instance is
The prettiest of them all. She
Is tall, slim and curved in the
Right places. She might not be
As physically endowed as
Kemisola and Adaeze, but,
That girl is fine. Her smooth
Dark chocolate skin is… ”
“Oyetunde!”
He started to laugh.
“Are you sure you are not
Falling for her already?”
He shrugged, “It won’t matter.
A girl that looks like that is
Either engaged or in a
Serious relationship.”
“Hmmm… ” He thought about
What his colleague said.
“Kemisola is also pretty and
Well packaged in all areas,
But, I don’t like the way she
Is exposing all her goods
Outside.”
“I agree with you,” a picture
Of Kemisola’s exposed
Cleavage assaulted his mind’s
Eye.
“Adaeze is a beautiful Ibo
Girl, but she too is exposing
Herself. I don’t know what is
Wrong with these girls.”
“They lack knowledge.”
“A man who wants to play
Games goes after girls that
Appear loose and dress
Indecency. But, a man who
Wants to get married will go
After someone like Promise.”
Boma nodded in agreement.
“I hope they learn from her,”
He downed his drink and got
Up, “I have to go. See you
Later in the office,” he headed
Out.
Boma finished his sandwich
And sipped at his drink. He
Was grateful to God for his
New employment. He had been
Looking for a new job for
Over five months. His former
Place of work went bankrupt
Early that year and laid off all
Their staff. His fiancée
Cancelled their wedding in the
Process and left the country
With a man she barely knew.
He had been devastated, but,
God stood beside him, healed
His broken heart and
Provided him with a new job.
His salary and allowance was
Twice what he used to earn. It
Would enable him to change
His Honda car and rent a new
Apartment. He had been using
The car since he graduated
From the university, it was
Long overdue for a change.
He glanced at his wrist-watch.
His one hour break was
Almost over. He finished his
Drink, got up and headed out,
Lost to the longing stares
From some of the female staff
In the cafeteria.
It was the third time she had
Tried to take a nap, but, the
Giggles and loud gossip
Comments filtering into her
Ears had made it impossible.
She wondered how Adaeze
And Kemisola seemed so close
Despite the fact that they
Were just meeting for the first
Time that morning. They
Summed up the popular
Saying, ‘Birds of a feather
Flock together’.
“I overheard one of the
Secretaries in the office
Opposite us talking about
Boma Etuk.”
“Really?” Adaeze leaned
Forward. Her ears anticipated
The gossip.
“She said as far as TL
Communications was
Concerned, he is one of the
Most handsome men in the
Company.”
“Wow!”
“His name is on the lips of
Every girl who wants to drag
A man to the altar this year.”
Adaeze bursted out laughing.
“Assuming he was taller, let’s
Say, about six feet tall, he
Would have been compared to
A sun-god,” her dreamy eyes
Beamed.
She nodded in agreement.
“His five feet ten inches
Height isn’t bad anyway. At
Least, he is taller than me,”
She winked.
“His creamy brown skin is so
Smooth, I wonder what cream
He uses.”
“I won’t mind caressing it.”
Adaeze smiled and nodded.
“I wonder what it would be
Like to lie with him in bed and
Feel his total body against… ”
“Kemisola!”
“What!”
“You are crazy.”
“Shut up!” She eyed her, “As
If you haven’t thought of
Sleeping with him too.”Adaeze started to laugh
Again.Promise got up and walked
Out. She couldn’t stand their
Loud laughter again.
Kemisola and Adaeze hissed.
“That one thinks she is fine.”
“Fine indeed. She is flat in all
The right places. Yuck!”
“I doubt if she eats at all.”
“She cannot compete with the
Likes of us.”“No, no, she can’t. We run
Things here.”They gave each other a high
Five.“Oyetunde isn’t bad either.” “That short rat!” Kemisola p …
Gift and Promise found a comfortable spot and sat on the semi-white sand.
“What do you think?” She used her shoulder to nudge her.
“I agree, the air is fresher than the one in my bedroom.”
Gift started to laugh and Promise joined her.
Two young men walked up to them and asked if they wanted to buy drinks and roasted fish or chicken. They declined and watched them as they went after another potential customer.
Promise sighted a fair tall figure walking past them and recognition hit her. She sucked in a deep breath and squeezed one of her sister’s hand. Gift saw her sister’s ghostly expression and followed her gaze. Her brows came together in a frown when she saw Gbenga.
“Talk about the devil.”
“We shouldn’t have come here.”
Gift eyed her, “Kuramo beach is a public place.”
“You don’t understand,” her voice shook.
“Yes, I do. The fact that both of you frequent here often doesn’t mean that you have to avoid this place.”
She let go of her hand and folded hers.
“You need to replace your memories and build new ones, or else your past will forever hunt you.”
She eyed her, “It is easier said than done.”
“Regardless… “
“Promise!”
They both turned towards the sound of her name. They saw Gbenga walking towards them.
“He has seen us,” she whispered.
“And so what? Do you want to run?”
She took a good look at her younger sister. She hoped she wouldn’t start a fight.
“Good afternoon ladies,” he greeted them, but his hazel eyes were fixed on Promise’s averted face.
Gift and her sister refused to respond.
He couldn’t believe that she was here. He knew they would run into each other once in a while, but it had not crossed his mind that it would be so soon.
“Can we help you?”
He glanced at Gift and noticed the way she was staring at him. She must have thought he was the devil himself for calling off the wedding. If only she knew the years of pain and anguish that laced his decision, she might not be quick to judge him.
“I believe you are not dumb. As you can see, you are disrupting our peaceful relaxation.”
She gapped at her in surprise. Her sister had a very big mouth and was quick to lash out at whoever crossed her part.
“Gift… ” She used her eyes to caution her, but, her sister was past caring.
He decided not to take offence, after all, the young lady was only coming to her sister’s aid. Who could blame her?
“Please, can I have a word with you?”
She looked back at him and saw the concern in his eyes.
“Why? Haven’t you caused enough harm?” Gift tried to get up, but, her sister held her back.
“Give us a minute,” Promise pleaded.
She glared at her and turned to eye him.
“Please.”
“As you wish,” she got up and walked away.
Gbenga shook his head, “Your sister is something else.”
“What do you want?”
He fell on his knees and sat opposite her.
“I need you to hear me out.”
“I am listening.”
“Thank you. Two years before I graduated from the university, my father started cheating on my mum.”
Her shocked gaze met his sad ones.
“Nobody knew, until I saw him at one of the girl’s hostel in my school, picking up babes with a few friends of his. I approached him and he told me point blank that it was known of my business. I was sad, distressed and confused.
“My father was a born-again Christian. He was a Deacon in church. He was a happily married man with four male children. What led him to such atrocities?”
“Hmmm…. ” She began to understand why he had issues with unfaithful married men.
“He came home one day with one of his mistresses and ordered us to move out of the main house and move into the boys’ quarters. We were upset, but, my mum decided not to fight him. She fought her battles on her knees in prayers.
“The mistress that moved in with my dad was a choir mistress in her church. She was a so-called born-again Christian. Yet, she lived a double life.”
“Wow!” She realized that he must have compared her to his father’s mistress.
“My father had an accident a year later. His mistress died instantly, but, he survived. He apologised us and asked for our forgiveness. He passed away some months later due to the infection that had taken over his wounds. I have issues with married men and the women who fall for their lies. I hope you can now understand why I cannot marry you and accept your past.”
Promise returned his gaze and wondered if he had truly forgiven his father and the mistress who took his mother’s place for sometime. No wonder he couldn’t accept her past.
“Your father made mistakes. His mistresses made mistakes. We all make mistakes. We are not perfect. As Christians, what counts is the fact that we decide to repent, re-dedicate our lives to God, endeavour to learn from our mistakes, and move on. God’s grace is sufficient for us all.”
He sighed heavily. He knew she was right, yet, these were issues he couldn’t come to terms with, regardless of what he had to let go.
She brushed a hand over his fair face and their eyes locked.
“It is okay. I understand where you are coming from. My prince charming is out there somewhere and your damsel in distress is also out there. We will find them soon.”
He smiled and blinked back the tears threatening to burst forth from his eyes.
“I enjoyed every moment we spent together. I believe we are still friends.”
He nodded in agreement.
“Take care of yourself, Gbenga Lewis,” she lifted herself and walked away, in search of her sister
On the 15th of September,
Promise stepped into TL
Communications company at
Lekki.
She approached the Front
Desk Officers, two ladies and
A guy, clad in navy blue suits.
She greeted them and asked
How to get to the Public
Relations office. One of the
Ladies directed her to the
Third floor.
She located the elevator and
Joined the group of people
Waiting to get in. On the third
Floor, she scanned the
Hallway and found a brown
Door labeled ‘Public Relations
Office’. She knocked and went
In.
She found herself in a large
Room with five cubicles to her
Left, an enclosed office in the
Middle and a seating area
Which was already occupied,
To her right. Eight pairs of
Eyes stared back at her. She
Approached them, greeted
And took the vacant seat.
Nobody responded, except
The creamy brown-skinned
Guy sitting opposite her.
The door of the enclosed
Office swung open and a light
Skinned tall and plump woman
Walked out.
“Good morning everybody. I
Am Miss. Vivian Njemanze,
The Public Relations Manager.”
They stood up and chorused,
“Good morning ma.”
Promise swallowed the
Laughter bubbling within her.
The way they greeted the
Manager, it was similar to the
Way school pupils welcomed
Their class teacher.
She took a good look at the
Woman and calculated her
Age, summing it to around
Early forties. Why wasn’t her
Boss married? She introduced
Herself with the title ‘Miss.’ It
Could be that she was
Separated, divorced or
Worse, widowed. She wouldn’t
Be surprised if the woman’s
Career had a whole lot to do
With her present marital status.
‘All these career women,’ she
Thought.
“You are my new team
Members. Your predecessors
Have been posted to different
Branches of the company
Worldwide. If you are as hard
Working and committed as
They were, you will excel in
This company. Your daily and
Weekly assignments are
Posted on that notice board,”
She pointed to her left and
Their intent gazes followed
The direction her finger was
Pointing at.
A large board was nailed to
The wall. It was divided into
Five columns, each person
Had their names written boldly
In black on a column and it
Was covered with several
Pinned documents.
Promise searched and found
Her name. It was on the
Second column. The volume of
White sheets pinned to it
Made her to swallow her
Spittle.
“Please endeavour to check
The board daily. You do not
Have any excuse whatsoever
To resume work late. I don’t
Care where you live. I don’t
Tolerate truancy, that will
Earn you a suspension and
You can lose your job in the
Process.
“If you work with me in
Obedience and loyalty, you
Will rise to an envied height,
But if you disobey my rules
And instructions, if you
Neglect your work and play
Smart, I will make your days
In this company a living hell.
Welcome to TL
Communications company,”
She turned around and
Returned to her office. The
‘click’ sound of her high
Heeled shoes echoed through
The white walls.
“Wow!” One of the men in the
Room exclaimed. He dabbed at
The beads of sweat on his
Dark forehead with his white
Handkerchief, “Now I know
Why she is called Margaret
Thatcher.”
The taller man with creamy
Brown skin chuckled and
Shook hands with him, “I am
Boma Etuk.”
“Oyetunde Badmus.”
Promise watched them and
Smiled. Men would always best
Ladies when it came to
Mingling. She noticed that
Oyetunde was the shortest of
Them all. He was about five
Feet six inches, with a
Protruding pot belly that gave
His grey coloured suit a
Gawky look.
Her curious eyes found the
Taller man. He was the tallest
Of them all, about five feet
Ten inches, with a creamy
Brown complexion. He was
Easy on the eyes, but she
Had always preferred fairer
Men.
He looked her way and caught
Her staring at him. His dark
Brown eyes softened and
Seemed to glitter, drawing her
In, like nails to magnet.
Oyetunde cleared his throat
And approached her.
“I am Oyetunde Badmus.”
She tore her eyes away from
Boma and shook hanks with
Him.
“I am Promise Daodu.”
“It is nice meeting you,” he
Grinned.
“Same here,” she forced a
Smile.
Boma walked up to them and
Shook hands with her.
“Boma Etuk.”
Their gazes locked again. She
Looked away. She couldn’t
Fathom why she was drawn to
Him. He wasn’t her type and
She was yet to recover from her broken relationship with
Gbenga. “Can we meet you?” Oyetunde
Addressed the other two
Ladies who had already picked
Out cubicles next to each
Other.
“Adaeze Chukwuemeka,” one
Of them waved.
“Kemisola Tijani,” the other
Chimed.
Promise strode over to the
Board and checked out the
Documents attached to her
Name. Boma and Oyetunde
Joined her.
“Margaret Thatcher is out toKill us,” Oyetunde lamented.
She ignored him. She was
Beginning to see him as
Someone who complained a
Lot. Boma remained mum. His
Eyes were fixed on his
Column.
“Look at our list of
Assignments. We have less
Than a week to see them
Done.”
“Then you better get
Started,” Boma unpinned the
Documents attached to his
Column and strode off …
To the cubicle close to the
Window.
Oyetunde groaned and pulled
Out his list of assignments
From the board. He marched
Away in anger.
Promise shook her head.
‘God, thank you for this
Dream job of mine. I need you
To help me excel in this
Company’, she said a silent
Prayer and found out that the
Only desk left was the one
Opposite Boma.
At about twelve noon, Boma
Left the office and found his
Way into the cafeteria on the
Ground floor of the company.
The place was crowded with
Staff members who were
Buying and eating their lunch.
He bought a set of chicken
Sandwich and a can of orange
Juice.
While trying to find a place to
Sit, he saw Oyetunde downing
A bowl of pounded yam and
Melon soup at a corner.
“Mr. Man, don’t you think you
Are swallowing the wrong
Meal at this time of the day,”
He sat beside him.
“I need all the energy I can
Get. That sandwich you are
Eating won’t get you
Anywhere today.”
He sipped at his drink, “Your
Heavy lunch will only make
You sleep.”
“I hear you,” he concentrated
On his meal, “That reminds
Me.”
Boma met his excited gaze.
“We are lucky to have three
Beautiful ladies working with
Us.”
“Really?”
“Yes. Promise for instance is
The prettiest of them all. She
Is tall, slim and curved in the
Right places. She might not be
As physically endowed as
Kemisola and Adaeze, but,
That girl is fine. Her smooth
Dark chocolate skin is… ”
“Oyetunde!”
He started to laugh.
“Are you sure you are not
Falling for her already?”
He shrugged, “It won’t matter.
A girl that looks like that is
Either engaged or in a
Serious relationship.”
“Hmmm… ” He thought about
What his colleague said.
“Kemisola is also pretty and
Well packaged in all areas,
But, I don’t like the way she
Is exposing all her goods
Outside.”
“I agree with you,” a picture
Of Kemisola’s exposed
Cleavage assaulted his mind’s
Eye.
“Adaeze is a beautiful Ibo
Girl, but she too is exposing
Herself. I don’t know what is
Wrong with these girls.”
“They lack knowledge.”
“A man who wants to play
Games goes after girls that
Appear loose and dress
Indecency. But, a man who
Wants to get married will go
After someone like Promise.”
Boma nodded in agreement.
“I hope they learn from her,”
He downed his drink and got
Up, “I have to go. See you
Later in the office,” he headed
Out.
Boma finished his sandwich
And sipped at his drink. He
Was grateful to God for his
New employment. He had been
Looking for a new job for
Over five months. His former
Place of work went bankrupt
Early that year and laid off all
Their staff. His fiancée
Cancelled their wedding in the
Process and left the country
With a man she barely knew.
He had been devastated, but,
God stood beside him, healed
His broken heart and
Provided him with a new job.
His salary and allowance was
Twice what he used to earn. It
Would enable him to change
His Honda car and rent a new
Apartment. He had been using
The car since he graduated
From the university, it was
Long overdue for a change.
He glanced at his wrist-watch.
His one hour break was
Almost over. He finished his
Drink, got up and headed out,
Lost to the longing stares
From some of the female staff
In the cafeteria.
It was the third time she had
Tried to take a nap, but, the
Giggles and loud gossip
Comments filtering into her
Ears had made it impossible.
She wondered how Adaeze
And Kemisola seemed so close
Despite the fact that they
Were just meeting for the first
Time that morning. They
Summed up the popular
Saying, ‘Birds of a feather
Flock together’.
“I overheard one of the
Secretaries in the office
Opposite us talking about
Boma Etuk.”
“Really?” Adaeze leaned
Forward. Her ears anticipated
The gossip.
“She said as far as TL
Communications was
Concerned, he is one of the
Most handsome men in the
Company.”
“Wow!”
“His name is on the lips of
Every girl who wants to drag
A man to the altar this year.”
Adaeze bursted out laughing.
“Assuming he was taller, let’s
Say, about six feet tall, he
Would have been compared to
A sun-god,” her dreamy eyes
Beamed.
She nodded in agreement.
“His five feet ten inches
Height isn’t bad anyway. At
Least, he is taller than me,”
She winked.
“His creamy brown skin is so
Smooth, I wonder what cream
He uses.”
“I won’t mind caressing it.”
Adaeze smiled and nodded.
“I wonder what it would be
Like to lie with him in bed and
Feel his total body against… ”
“Kemisola!”
“What!”
“You are crazy.”
“Shut up!” She eyed her, “As
If you haven’t thought of
Sleeping with him too.”Adaeze started to laugh
Again.Promise got up and walked
Out. She couldn’t stand their
Loud laughter again.
Kemisola and Adaeze hissed.
“That one thinks she is fine.”
“Fine indeed. She is flat in all
The right places. Yuck!”
“I doubt if she eats at all.”
“She cannot compete with the
Likes of us.”“No, no, she can’t. We run
Things here.”They gave each other a high
Five.“Oyetunde isn’t bad either.” “That short rat!” Kemisola p …
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