SUNNY WEDNESDAYS (IVIE)

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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 backwards and the spit found a better abode on the ground just between her legs.

 She was never going to get used to the disgusting nature of the drivers that she had come across since she decided to move to Lagos.

She hurriedly searched for two hundred naira note and quickly took her one thousand naira note from  the clutches of his fingers before more spit mixed with insults would find its way to her forehead.

“Na so you people dey do, before you know na, na we dem go dey call problem givers, for early mor mor, na odin din one thousan you come wan give me this morning, where I for see change?” 

Hearing him rant even as she has walked a distance towards the pavement made her sigh.

He was definitely the least of her thoughts.

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“In order to move a better Human Rights event, we need to be sure of the percentage of persons expected to turn up for the event, the activists also that will grace the event, the elites and the common man. We also need to know the budget needed, cost price or at least approximate cost, the venue where the event will be held, the security intel, food, drinks, etc.” 

Rita stared at her pregnant boss as she moved effortlessly around the little table positioned at the end of a rather small space used as the Boardroom.

This was their first major contract since they decided to start up their own business.

Her boss, Ivie, was her source of inspiration, juggling a life that she was accustomed to, first by choice, then by marriage, she was giving her all into this contract despite the chaos she knew was brewing in her boss personal life.

Her thoughts took her back three days ago, the prayers that she prayed so often lately sprung a joy and confirmation of God’s word in her heart as she comforted her boss, encouraging her not to let her joy be stolen by the remarks of her husband.

“Earth to Rita,” said her boss as she tapped the table to get her attention.

All eyes were on her, apologising for loss of concentration, the meeting continued.

Rita adjusted her slightly rumpled chiffon shirt. She made a mental note to make out time to police PHCN so as to iron her work clothes all at once.

Taking notes, and making sure she got the minutes of the meeting as precise as her boss would want, her relief came as a sigh when she was called to address the meeting and Mark seconded the adjournment of the meeting.

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Keeping up with the steps of her boss, she was mildly curious as to how her boss kept up with long, fast strides even with a full rounded tummy filled with triplets. It was a secret but she loved that she was aware.

Rita knew that Ivie Thomas was not one to mix business with personal life but she loved that she could have a boss who she could steer in the right path in faith and love even if it meant from a distance.