Inspired by the Holy Spirit
Written by Damilola Babs
From the stable of #reflectionbookhub
He cleared his throat to clear the awkward silence.
“Mark sent a text.” Andrew announced out of nowhere. “Your interview is Monday morning. They want to see what you have.” He told her.
“Are you serious?” She asked excitedly. “Eh, thank you Jesus, I can’t wait. Thank you Andrew! Thank you!” She exclaimed.
“Shey you will kukuma help them hold their office key? Abi which one is you cannot wait?” Joshua told her in sarcasm. She went close and hit him on his head.
Andrew could not help but laugh. He didn’t have the opportunity to have his siblings around him, he grew up a lone child. Seeing this two and the natural love that existed between them made him miss his own sisters.
“Let’s eat out.” He announced already getting up and turning off the TV in front of them.
“Haba, no oo. You have food at home, right? I will cook.” She announced.
“Bro Andrew, allow her, she dey try.” He told Andrew and added a wink. It made Andrew snicker.
“Josh, what exactly is your problem? By the way, get yourself up and come into the kitchen with me.”
“Kai now! Maybe we should just eat out.” He told her.
Andrew could not keep his laughter this time. He laughed heartily and fell back on the chair.
“Okay, you know what? I will join you both. Show you around the kitchen so you don’t get stranded. He told them and that settled the tussle.
She made rice and stew. The man seemed to have his life all figured out. There was stock in the refrigerator, there was meat, grounded pepper, and lots of other raw foods. She was pleasantly surprised once he showed her the food store.
Andrew was surprised when he tasted the food, it was better than what he ate outside his house.
“Where did you learn to cook like this?” He asked with his eyes still open in shock.
“Mom had a restaurant.” Josh answered for her. It was apparent she didn’t approve of him mentioning it. She rolled her eyes at him and then stared back at her food.
Andrew wasn’t looking at her, he just focused on the young man and kept talking. He wanted to know what happened to the restaurant.
So what happened?” He asked and there was silence. Josh cleared the food in front of him with plenty speed and excused them. He noticed she had stopped eating and just sobbed.
“I am sorry, Mary, I didn’t mean to bring back bad memories.”
“No, it’s fine. It is just that since the incident happened, none of us have dared to talk about it.”
“Oh, it’s fine if you don’t want to…”
“No, it is fine, I want to talk about it.”
“Mom’s restaurant was razed to the ground.”
“I am so sorry to hear that.”
“And dad somehow was in it.”
“Jesus.” He whispered. “How did your mom cope with that?”
“I don’t know if she is coping, but it made me grow up quicker than I expected. Mom depends on me, my brother depends on me. At first, I was confused and I thought Wisdom was an escape route. Maybe at first he was, but not anymore. And right now, I am not looking for another escape route, I want a job. I want to be free from this madness.” She finally told him.
Andrew just stared at her. He couldn’t believe a family had gone through such pain, she especially. It was too much as far as he was concerned. He got up from his spaceand walked up to her.
“Can I hug you?” he asked for her permission not wanting to add to get grief or overwhelm her.
“Don’t worry, you will get the job, Mark will make sure of it.” He told her.
“Thank you.” She said leaning away from him and looking at him.
“So, when do I get to see your shop?” She asked him.
“Tomorrow,” he told her.
Mary liked it here, there was peace. It was a totally different experience from the initial nuclear war she was having with Wisdom. She stayed up late and prayed for God to make a way for her.
…
“Hello, your mother just passed out.” It was Andrew’s sister on the line. Mary couldn’t believe her ears. They had just finished preparing to go see his shop, but as it was, that was going to be impossible.
Andrew took the phone from her once she exclaimed.
“Who is this?” Andrew asked. Adjusting his wristwatch and holding the phone to his ear with his shoulder…
…to be continued tomorrow by 8 pm.
Copyright Damilola Babs, 2022
No part of this book shall be plagiarized except if authorized by the author.
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P.S. I do Ghostwriting, Scriptwriting, and business writing as well.
