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        II                                              Rubbing her foot and reluctantly agreeing to lift her feet off the terrace floor of her office, which truth be told was the only place which had a bit of furnishing than the basic ambience and style of the rest of the company’s space. She was glad to have an assistant that was willing to also butt into her personal life after experiencing her upheaval relationship with her husband. She had waited severally for Rita Ndubisi to bring up what she had witnessed that unfortunate day but rather all she got from her assistant was consistent show of care and a message of God’s love sent to her WhatsApp three days later. “I hope I didn’t rush you,” Ivie raised her brows in concern. “No Ma, not at all. I got it all jotted down” “Good”. Silence sifted through the room and made company with them. Ri ta adjusted...

      No 0789 The black dress with transparent lacy sleeves, from TOW by Tete Ayemet, fitted like a glove as she took her tag, No 0789, from the front desk officer at Lions Globe Company.  She looked at it as she hurriedly climbed the classic gold marble spiral stairs to the second floor.  She made a note of thanksgiving for having opted for her pink Nike sneakers and not the open toes stiletto she had previously considered. Her silver drop earrings glimmered as it got a ray of sun that pierced into the conference room. "Lord, you are in control" She muttered and went in. ^^^^^^ "Good morning Mrs Atinuke Dairo, you are rather quite early, please do have your seat," Giving a perfectly rehearsed smile, she accepted the bentwood chair drawn out for her by Mr Gbenga, the Operations Officer in charge of the Fruit deliverables in the Company. Exactly thirty minutes after, Mr Tiga, the C.E.O took his seat,  Miss Thelma, the Accounts Officer took her seat and the ...

  N570              Pushing through the busy street of Lukwe with the last fuel the battered rugged  tortoise car could muster.  Trickles of sweat beaded into the sides of her vanilla rosy cheeks, "cherish this family heirloom" her grandma sweet voice was clear as day. Atinuke snickered, at the thought of her still having this mechanical deformity of a car by April, as she drove into Pa Kem's Filling Station, the only existing one in the whole of Luwe Community. "How much PMS Ma?" The respect was laced with contempt as Bugo, the chubby fuel attendant, stared at her. Bugo never liked her and she knew, what Atinuke could not fathom was why. What did she have that made Bugo hate her so. Atinuke dug into her royal blue off shoulder cap sleeve gown pockets and brought out NGN5,000 crispy notes,  "Nine Litres please ". Bugo eyes widened as she spat out her next words  "Madam, please look at the pump rate as of this morning" Atinuke s...

    I                                  How could she not think on these things?  The Keke napep swerved at the T-junction to the left as Ivie held on to the iron at the roof of the tricycle for her safety.  The Keke napep got its balance back and the journey continued as roughly as it had started. Osaze constantly reminding her of her past life was not in anyway helping her move forward with the life she found joy in. Trying to remind her of her drinking and smoking habit was a new low for him to hurt her but she found comfort in the word of God. ‘There is therefore now no condemnation to them who are in Christ Jesus, who walk not after the flesh but in Spirit’ she smiled as her thoughts aligned to the word. “Wetin be this, why you no tell me sey you no get change”  The spit that flew, as the driver angrily rained curses, nearly found its way to Ivie’s forehead. She took a step...