Hello my darlings. I’d be sharing some posts by guest bloggers on the blog. For today, I have a post from Ayo Akinduro. Please enjoy and share.
It was the first day of September; Nike adjusted the collar of her husband’s white shirt and gently touched the golden tie clip with a diamond stud. She looked up into his eyes – it was full of fear and anxiety. She understood his fear, for seven years he has being trying to strike a deal with the Russians and each proposal was turned down. The last one he sent was about a year ago, he gave up after waiting for over a year and there was no response.
It was a month ago, she was lying down on the recliner in the balcony of their duplex somewhere in V.G.C ,reading Chimanmanda Adichie’s “Americanah” while Kola was painting her toe nails with a sonic blue nail polish he had picked from a beauty shop on his way home earlier in the evening that day. He was doing the last brush stroke on her left pinkie toe when a call came in from the Russians, he was asked to come on the 1st of September 2015to make his presentation to the board of directors.
“Baby, shake off the fear, go and make us proud. Just do it.” with that she pressed her lips against his, “I love you.”
“I love you too baby,” he bent and pressed his ear against her massive baby bump that seemed like it was going to explode with the slightest poke, “Good morning”, he sang and jolted almost immediately, “Wow! The baby kicked furiously immediately I sang”
“Daddy makes everyone happy.” She said giving him his sonic blue suit. “Have a great day”
“You too, don’t forget your breathing exercise; we’ll have another session this evening.” With that he kissed her right hand and hopped into his black 2015 Mercedes jeep.
Bayo stood with his mother at Abule-egba bus-stop waiting for a bus that was going to Obalende. It was his third interview in the last two weeks. He received a mail from Chevron Oil Company exactly a month ago, inviting him for an interview on the Island on the 1st of September 2015, 10am.He had lost count of the interviews he had gone for since his graduated in the year 2010.
“Adebayo, joorbe careful s’otigbo? Remember what we read from Open Heavens today, as you go speak grace and divine favour into your day, you hear?”
“God be with you eehn, Jesu ma la na fun e.” She hugged him briefly, “Come straight to the market, when you’re back. I want to be the first to congratulate you, so ti’gbo?”
“Joor se jejeooo, odabooko mi,” With that she entered a keke napep heading to Agege.
5:00pm that day…
Kola reached for his iPhone 6 plus sitting somewhere in his laptop bag and dialled his wife’s number.
“Sweetheart,” her voice came in through the line.
“We made it baby! We made it! I just signed a 10 million U.S dollar deal with the Russians!” He said shouting at the top of his voice.
“Oh my God! Baby I’m so proud of you! I knew you were going to kill it, I’ve always believed in you.”
“You know what Baby, put on your best dress and pick the best tux for me. We’re going to celebrate tonight.”
“Not tonight baby, we’re throwing a huge party in the next eight days.” She said in a perky tone.
“Huh? What do you mean in the next eight days? Why not tonight?” He queried.
“Cos our beautiful son was born 30 minutes ago. Wait, didn’t you get my text?”
“What text? Wait! Are you kidding me?! Our Son?! We have a beautiful baby boy?” He said rushing out of the empty board room.
“Yes baby, he’s every inch like you and he has my dimples too”
“I love you so much baby, where are you?” He dashed into the elevator.
“The family hospital,”
“Perfect! That’s just right across the road. Wait oo, why didn’t you tell me when the labour started?”
“It started when you were about to drive out this morning, I didn’t want you panicking.”
“Anyway, I’ll be with you in less than five minutes.” With that he hung up
Fleets of cars, trucks, motorcycles, yellow buses with two black stripes on each side sped past him, as he waited patiently for the road to be safe before he crossed. He decided not to take his car, since the hospital was just right across the road and driving meant he had to go and turn at the next turning point which was about five minutes away and then he’ll get stuck in a standstill traffic jam on the other side of the road, and eventually it would take him forever to get to his wife and son.
Bayo alighted from the car of a man who gave him a lift from the venue of the interview. He walked down to a kiosk that was painted in yellow and had “MTN, GLO, AIRTEL and ETISALAT CREDIT AVAILABLE,” written on all the four sides.
He folded the MTN airtime he bought into his walletand dug out his Nokia x2 from his left pocket; he pressed some keys and then raised the phone to his left ear.
“Adebayo, how are you?” His mother’s voice came into the line.
“Mummy, I’m very fine ooo! Ahh! God has done it.”
“Oyaoya , let me hear the good news.”
“I was asked to start work on Monday. Ah!Maami, the salary is so fat and the allowances alone sef are enough to sponsor my sisters’ education.”
“Ahh!Oluwa ma seunooo! Oya be coming home, I’m cooking egusi already, I’ll pound yam for you.”
Kola looked to his right and left to ensure no vehicle was close, then he ran across the road; jumped the curvet; looked to the left and right again and ran across the road. The hospital was only three blocks away from where he was standing. He stopped at a stall to get some fresh apples and grapes for his wife.
“That’s a very nice time piece you’ve got sir,” Bayo said while waiting for the woman to give him his change.
“Oh! Thank you,” Kola answered reluctantly, staring blankly at the total stranger who just complimented his 10,000 U.S dollar watch, and then he hurried off from stall.
He took long manly strides towards the hospital constantly placing his hand on his pockets to ensure his iPhone 6 plus and wallet were still there. After all, you can never be too careful on the streets of Lagos.
Suddenly, he heard screeching sound of tires; blaring horn of a truck, and everyone seemed to be shouting “Break e ti fail ooo! Dangotenioo” He stood confused in front of the hospital, trying to figure out what was happening. Then, there was a loud crashing sound, and everything stopped. The horn no longer blared, cars stopped moving and people were gathering around the truck. Curiously, he squeezed his way through the crowd with his hands in his pocket to make sure no one steals from him. Strawberries and grapes were scattered all over the place, and he shuddered as he saw the lifeless body of the young boy that complimented his watch, sprawled in blood;his legs and arms ungainly twisted; his head had been crushed by the truck’s tire – his skull and brain have been reduced into a bloody mush.
He mopped his face with his handkerchief, as he pushed his way out through the crowd. He ran towards the hospital. Just as he was about to enter the compound through the pedestrian gate, a young lady stretched a church flier to him.
He paused to read the title; “A September to remember.” He scoffed and said, “A September to remember? For me this is a great September to remember and for some…” he looked up at the crowd still gathered around the truck and the deceased young boy, “this is a detestable September to remember.”
She nodded staring at him in confusion.
“I know someone you shouldn’t give this flier to,” he said handing it back to her.
“The boy’s mother,” he said, pointing at the accident scene.
What blessings in disguise have you experienced? Let me know below in the comments section.
Till my next post,
Remember, always reflect God’s perfection xx