I have a new job.
I’m so excited I wake up every morning singing at the top of my lungs. I have two weeks to prepare for my new found adventure at Jade Consult. Tomi thought I was kidding when I told him I was moving on. I guess somewhere in his small mind he thought I would stick around forever. He cut my pay twice and refused me my benefits. Well I promised myself not to court trouble; I would have sued him for all he was worth.
But hey! This is celebration, ‘Think pleasant thoughts’ I say to myself.
So I’m here thinking, what do I need? I go through my ever growing list.
More clothes? Check!
More shoes? Check!
I’ve been given a new laptop, check!
Plus an inedible blackberry! Check!
Wait a minute, Jade Consult is farther than my usual route, and did that nice looking HR Manager say something about an official car? I rush to my room, hurriedly looking through my files, I pull out the Appointment letter with a flourish, and right there, fourth on the list is an official car. I let out a shout of triumph, fist in the air. My sister rushes in thinking I had mistaken the facial cleanser for the mouthwash, again.
“Are you alright?” she says peering into my mouth.
“Never been better, I have a car!” I quip
She looks lost, “I don’t see one in our lot, except of course you parked it under your bed”
She bends down to look. I pull her up and sit her on the bed, with a thud.
“Quit joking. They’re giving me an official car at my new job!”
I love the look of surprise on her face as her mouth forms a cute little ‘O’.
“You can say that again” I fall back on the bed my eyes on the ceiling, a somber mood washing over me “we have a car, I wish mum was here”
“She’ll be proud. …..but don’t you think there’s a problem?”
“I don’t see what” I say as I rise from the bed.
“Honey, you can’t drive” she says it slowly, like I’m a little dense
I roll my eyes at her, “Like I don’t know. Anyway that’s a small detail”
I pick up my phone and start scrolling through the numbers.
“I’m calling Gbola now, he’ll teach me. I’ll be at the FRSC by weekend; I’ll pass the test and get my License. Simple” I rubberneck.
“I hope” it’s her time to roll her eyes at me.
My brother, Gbola, comes around to teach me to drive. He’s wanted to do this forever so naturally he’s as excited as I am. Sad thing is, all excitement drains out of my bones when I see the contraption I’ll be learning in. I walk around it staring at the monstrous mass of metal.
“It’s the caricature of a jeep!” I say with a mournful look
“C’mon, it’s Kola’s and it will certainly do. Huh…except you don’t want to learn o” he says, with a look of challenge.
I swallow painfully, nodding slightly.
And we begin the lessons, in my brother’s friend’s Four Wheel, Two Door, Can’t -go-in through -the -drivers -seat, Manual drive.
I learn of the Brake pedal (which I use a lot as every object on the road scares me), the accelerator and the clutch pedal (which I hate with a passion).
The lever on the driver’s seat won’t work so I’m at a very uncomfortable distance away from the pedals. Gbola says I need to press hard on the already hard clutch pedal to keep it down. This is terrible as my legs lie at a 180 degree position in my attempt to do that. The muscles in my legs and ankles scream at me and I crave for the comfort of my soft bed
I struggle to keep it moving but the car has a mind of its own. I get funny glances from the few people on the deserted road as the Four Wheel, Two Door, Can’t -go-in through -the -drivers -seat, Manual drive goes jerk -stop- puff- and-smoke. I feel like a clown.
My new car is nothing like my classroom one. It comes with split folding seats with adjustable headrests, center console armrest, Defroster-linked air conditioning and best of all, it’s an automatic drive with no clutch pedals to contend with.
Ah! My ankles testify.