“Excuse me, are you blind?” I asked the man standing in front of me.
“Oh, I am so sorry.” He said, as he rushed down to the cashier desk to get some napkins. I didn’t know if I should start raising my voice at him or just remain calm because this was the new top Emeka had managed to buy for me after months of me begging him for the money.
“I am truly sorry about this.” he apologized, wiping the drink he had mistakenly spilled on me when he bumped into me.
“Don’t touch me.” I hissed. “Just give it to me.” I pointed to the napkins he held in his hands.
“Oh sorry.” He said again, handing the napkins to me. Couldn’t he just shut up with the sorry, sorry, sorry?
“Maybe I can get you another one. If you don’t mind, take it as a peace offering.” He said in a perfect British accent. I raised my head away from what I was doing to take a good look at this man. How could I have missed how well dressed the guy was? He had to be above 6 feet tall, he was well built and that suit; stuck onto him like glue.
“If I wanted another one, I would get it myself……..thank you.” Why did he only offer to get me a new drink? How about the shirt I was wearing that was now stained with the orange color of Fanta?
“And please next time, watch where you are going to.” I took what was left of my drink and walked out.
As if that event never happened, I went on with my business for the rest of the day. Later that night, as I got dressed for work, Emeka called.
“Babe, no common thank you from your mouth. Do you know how hard it was for me to get you that money? Well e good sha, I am very happy I got you the money. At least now if I say make you come over, you won’t complain.” He added.
“Emeka, are you serious? See this boy ooh, common 5k na you dey complain about. Do you know what other guys do for their babes?” I asked him. “Your mates are building houses for their girl, buying her cars not car ooh, cars! You are here complaining about common 5k….Chai!!”
“Look, don’t insult me this evening. I only called to check up on you.” He said.
“Well as you can see, I am very fine; good bye.” I hanged up. I finished dressing and set out to do my night hours at the resturant where I work.
“Jesus Christ! Are you blind?” a young lady around my age yelled. It was my 3rd day at this new job and I did not plan on this to ever happen even if it was a common mistake waiters and waitresses face.
“Madam, I am very sorry. Our restaurant will offer you a discount for the discomfort.” I said, in my usual waiteress tone.
“Discount!” she barked. “Ooh, I see you must be very stupid! Do I look poor to you and in need of you nonsense discount? Or don’t you see how expensive these clothes are?” I knew from the moment she stepped into this resturant, she was trouble.
“Madam, I am very sorry but it’s just water.” I said, trying to keep my composure. I really didn’t see a reason for why she was barking like a dog!
“Why am I even talking to you, get me the manager!” she stood up. As soon as I heard her say “Manager” I quickly got on my knees and began to beg, not caring if people were starring. All shame and pride aside, this was my only source of income and frankly, my boyfriend was not a reliable source either so I knew calling Mr. Yemi meant losing my job.
“I don’t think that will be necessary, Sophie.” A man said, walking towards the scene.
“But Segun, the brat had the right to talk back at me.” She complained. As the man came close, I realized he looked familiar. My head started to search for an answer and then it hit me! This was the same man with the British accent who I met earlier this afternoon! When he saw me, he smiled.
“Please stand up.” he said to me, as he drew the Miss Sophie for a hug. Maybe he doesn’t remember me; I hoped.
“I have really missed you big brother.” She said sweetly, as she hugged him tighter. It was hard for me to believe that this was the same girl who was ranting before. She had this softness in her voice that came out so effortlessly in the presence of her supposed brother.
“Thank you sir.” I said, as I bowed and left them to their reunion.
“Jola, I thought she was seriously going to slap you next ooh with the way she was talking.” my best friend said, as I made my way back into the kitchen.
“Slap me ke? I for just prepare to lose my job ooh, you know me na.” I joked. The rest of my co-worked started to hail me, encouraging me not to mind all those rich brats that usually walkes in thinking they owned the place. Few minutes later, my friend came to call me that some man was looking for me. Who know me? I asked myself.
“Well, what a coincidence.” he said, as I walked to where he was seated.
“Sir, I am very sorry about the incident with your sister but I would really love to get back to the kitchen before my boss gets here.” I said anxiously.
“Oh, that’s fine……..Here is my business card.” He dogged into his pocket and handed a well printed card to me. “Call me if you need anything.” He winked. I stood there with my mouth wide open as I read the company name that was imprinted on the card. It was one of the biggest oil companies in whole of Naija and on the card it read “Mr. Segun Roberts- C.E.O.” I was confused. I bit on my finger, comtempleting if I should give him 5 mintues of my time. My body turned to run as fast as it could but my heart was still there, standing next to him.
“You know what?” I asked him, holding on tightly to his business card. He smiled and pulled out a chair for me, as if he knew what I was going to say next.
“Please go on.” He said with a big grin on his face.
“Umm, I don’t think 10 minutes away from the kitchen would do any harm.” I said, as I took a seat.
10 minutes into our conversation, I was begging him for more. I knew if my boss caught me not on duty, I was going to lose my job but chai! I just couldn’t let go. He excited me in every way you could think of. He made me smile; I was so embarrassed at times when my laughter sounded like I was roaring.
As the night drew to an end, he reminded me of my kitchen duties which I was now reluctant on getting back to. He stood up; ready to leave and I did the same. What happened next had to be one of the greatest shocks of my life. As in, the guy didn’t even give me a sign or something that he was going to kiss me but he did; on my cheeks!
“Can I see you tomorrow?” he asked. Could he see me tomorrow? I asked myself. I pondered and pondered, repeating his question in my head so many times, I lost count.
“Oh sure……..Why not? I am usually here on weekends, Mondays and even Sunday’s sef, just ask for Jola.” I couldn’t shut up.
“Alright, see you at 9.” Then he did it again! Kissed me! I waved at him as he walked away.
“Jola, I see you ooh.” my best friend called out. I was still me mesmerized from the kisses.
“Jola!” she shouted. “Snap out of it joor.” She said.
“Abeg, no mind me jare.” I said, turning towards her. There were about 5 of my other co-workers behind her.
“Who was that?” she asked curiously. They all looked at me, waiting for an answer. I simply handed his card to her and walked away. I could hear her and the others screaming from behind me.
“Jola, come back here ooh……….Do you know who that was?………Wow!” she kept shouting excitedly. I kept walking, with a huge smile on my face.