Sunday, 9 November 2014
At 3, Ogunwale street, somewhere in one of the numerous residential Estates in Lagos Island, Vivian was getting a face slap, getting anxious and giddy to see Gabriel again. It wasn't exactly seeing him again that made her giddy...perhaps it was what she wanted to find out from him.
It had been about a year since he had left Nigeria. His job had transferred him to Dubai. She had been worried...really worried. Especially because they had been courting for a long time, and up until he left, he didn't say a word or give any hint about proposing to her. She decided to give him time. Maybe he needed to settle in the foreign land where he found himself. So she waited a week, two weeks, three months...and there was nothing forthcoming from him. Yes, it crossed her mind several times to break off the relationship and find someone else who was ready to get married. The constant pressure from her mother and her married friends didn't make matters any simpler.
But she loved him too much to cheat on him or to end the relationship.
Then one day, Gabriel told her he was coming to Nigeria for two weeks and he wanted her to hurriedly apply for her Leave period at work so that they could spend time together. Ordinarily, being who she was, she would have started to guess that maybe he had a Proposal planned up. But she was tired of the anxiety that always yielded nothing. So she decided to let herself breathe. Maybe it was better she asked him about his plans for her. That's what her Pastor had said in church on Sunday. ...That any man who wasn't interested in taking a woman to the altar was probably only interested in Not taking her to the altar. She decided she would ask. What was the worst that could happen?
By 7.30 pm, he was already at her gate, waiting. They were supposed to have dinner at the Four points at Lekki. She had to admit he looked hot! Lord, would she be able to focus and pass across her message to him with all seriousness? Looking at him, all she wanted to do was stay in his arms forever...regardless of if he took her down, along, or away from the altar.
At a hotel room at the Bluechord hotel, Yetunde was anxious as well, as she washed away the make-up from her face. Her make-up artist had done a really good job at the face slapping. She had looked absolutely fabulous at her wedding earlier that morning. She knew for sure that the bellas were going to be posting her wedding photos online. She couldn't wait for the comments. But most importantly, she couldn't wait for what was coming...
She was twenty eight years old and had just gotten married to Tunde, the man she had courted for six years and had kept her virginity for. She had looked forward to this day...her wedding night, for such a long time. Now it was finally here. She opened her hand luggage and pulled out the darn sexy lingerie her friends had packed up for her at the bridal shower. She more polarized to the conservative line of life, and she doubted if she would be comfortable wearing what she was holding in her hands. But then again, this was going to be her first time and she wanted it to be excitingly special with the man of her dreams.
The man of her dreams was in the hotel room, eager for her to join him. He had always told her every day before they got married, that he couldn't wait to make her a woman. She found it weird though...that the basis of being a woman was sex. What happened to poise, beauty, brains....and every other ingredient that made a female a woman in the actual sense of it?
She finally found the courage to wear the lacy black thin strap nighty. She smiled, looking at her self in the mirror, as all her feminine features became more pronounced. Perhaps indeed, she was actually going to be made a woman.
"This is it." She sighed, shaking her head so that her weave fell to the other side of her neck. She opened the door of the bathroom and stepped into the bedroom, facing her new husband who was grinning from ear to ear like a giddy school boy.
Chike couldn't believe this. He had to park his Toyota at one side of the road to read the text message properly. Was this real?! He had just been granted a contract to supply all the branches of a bank with security cameras. He had only just started the CCTV business and had only done one job in two years. He had already started to get frustrated. First, after school, and with a very strong Second class upper division degree, he hadn't been able to find a decent job. He had found a bank job in the marketing department but when he couldn't deal with targets and pressure, he resigned and decided he was going to start his own business. He started quite alright, getting loans and gifts from family members and friends. And after his first contract, he hadn't been able to lift his head above waters anymore. Then the depression came back, and he started to wish he never left the banking job, especially when he saw his colleagues who now had houses and cars to their names.
He hadn't submitted a proposal to any bank in particular. He couldn't understand this. It had to be a miracle...or was it a scam? He read the text message again. He wanted to see if the sender left any number to contact them on, since the sender was a No-response one. As though God was hearing him speak, his phone started to ring. It was an unknown number.
"Good afternoon..." Chike said, anxiously.
"Hello, Mr Chike Azuka. I'm Kenneth from ABCD Bank. I'm the Head of the Shared Services Unit and we have looked through your proposal..."
"But I ..."
Shut up Chike...Don't tell him you didn't send a proposal!
"We would like for you to show up at our head office tomorrow at 10 am if that's fine by you." Mr. Kenneth said.
"Thank you very much! I will! I definitely will. Thanks a lot." He said.
Firstly, I don't even know where to start.
I have been unable to write a single line of anything because I have had a change in schedules which takes the bulk of my time. Most days, I get home past 9Pm, and have to leave the house before 6am. Keeping up with writing has been .....almost impossible!
But hey, writing is what I love to do, and a change in schedule just means I have to find a way to work around things....
So um...I may not be able to do the everyday or two-day interval posting of episodes. It just won't work...except I choose to deceive myself. I hope it's fine by you all if I pick just weekends to write because that's practically the only time I have to do this!
I have missed writing sha!
I'm working on a short story now (not series) soon to be posted...
And for those who called and text and asked how far, I really appreciate this.