SUNNY WEDNESDAYS (IVIE)

        

“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.” 

She stared at pregnant boss as she moved effortlessly around the little table positioned at the extreme of a rather small space used as the board room.

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

Ivie was her source of inspiration, juggling a life that she was accustomed to, first by choice, then by marriage. But she was giving her all into this contract as if nothing was going on.

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 effortlessly 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.

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.

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.