Inspired by the Holy Spirit
Written by Damilola Babs
“My fiancé. Don’t tell me you have forgotten about him so soon?”
“Na hin type dem dey remember? I don’t want to remember him, abeg. Come, I hope you know, you both are world apart now. How can you, a senior data analyst in a reputable company like this, I mean, you command other analysts oo, you will now be thinking of settling down with a tailor.”
“Ehn ehn, abeg. Shift. What’s that now? Ehn, what is that? I don’t like it. If you can’t respect him, no bad blood, but please, the disrespect is what I won’t take from you.”
“Ehn. What is respect without money? What is honour without cash? All this English wey you Dey speak go soon change when you meet the men that run this game. They are cute, huge, and all shades of hot chocolate.” Biola told her.
“Thank you Biola, but you see, my bole and groundnut, don do me. I no need salad and fried rice to prove point.” She parched back.
“Whatever. Think about it.” She told her and walked out with her handbag. She was going to celebrate with her man, it was the close of the day already. There was nothing more to do there.
“Hey beautiful,” Mayokun stopped her outside the office, swinging the office key to her face like she needed to see it. Her new office came with an official car. She was going to be given soon so Mayokun’s car key did not matter.
“I have told you to stop calling me that. My name is Mary Adelaja.”
“Why are you doing anyhow like this? Is it because of your broke boyfriend?”
“Ehn? Mayokun, in your entire life, don’t you ever call my boyfriend broke o.” She warned.
“Is he not broke?” How can a guy at his age be a tailor? Your gist is everywhere in this office oo.”
“And how is it your business? Please, if you don’t mind. I have better things to do.”
“Like rushing to your boyfriend’s shop
in an Uber.” Mayokun taunted and laughed. She only hissed and left. She felt a jab knowing she was truly going to his shop. She was head of analysts and here she was in a shop that could barely hold ten people.
“Are you okay?” Andrew asked her again for the umpteenth time. She sat there holding a bottle of juice and staring at her man make sketches on a board. She seemed lost in thoughts, they were no longer on the same page. She was always talking business and he was always talking about smaller things, but he was a good man and she had prayed about him, hadn’t she? There was no way she was going to leave him because of what people thought about them.
“You were looking lost all through today. Hope all is well?” he told her once they were in front of her house.
“It’s nothing. I was promoted today.” She finally summoned the courage to tell him.
“Oh wow! Good news! He beamed as he congratulated her. It was from the purest of heart without prejudice and she could tell. Tears gathered up in her eyes in frustration.
“Baby, why are you crying?” He asked her, wiping her eyes with his hands.
“Can’t you do something else apart from drawing sketches and sewing clothes? I want to see you do well too. Mark could…”
“Don’t, I beg you in God’s name, don’t do this. I love what I do and I don’t feel it’s small or inconsequential. Are you feeling that way for me?” He asked. His eyes looking stone cold. She had never seen him like that before. Fear gripped her, she knew she had to drop the topic or contend with what he was bringing her way. Fierce anger.
“I am sorry, I didn’t mean it that way.” She told him.
“I know. It is fine. I have plans to improve the business, so maybe it would at least suit your taste.” He told her and hugged her briefly before exiting.
“Andrew,” she called one a small voice and he stopped. She knew he was angry and was suppressing it with all his muscles.
“I am sorry. I didn’t mean it that way. I love you.” She told him and closed the gap between them.
“It is fine Mary, you are right. I am a man, I have to do more.” He told her, hugged her and finally stepped out.
Copyright Damilola Babs, 2022
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