Maggie and I were having all the fun in this world. It was just she and I. No disturbance. I kept the news of Mama's death at the back of my memory. I wouldn't let it interfere with the nice time I was having with the love of my life. The wailing was for Uloma and Lizzy to do. I wailed enough while she was alive. Even in her wickedness, I loved her. I hope that her soul find rest in heaven or wherever! It's God's choice not mine. It was the first time Maggie had a sexual experience. She was a virgin. No one would believe she was because she was a full grown up lady. All through her years with Malid, they maintained "sexual distancing". Malid must have his own good sides too. Waiting till after marriage before such an experience must have come with a lot of patience. But maybe he wasn't patient enough so he loose his girl and not only his girl, but now, his life. I wonder what explanation he was going to give his creator for taking the life that was given to him on a platter of gold. I
I wasn't too sure if the idea of naming the child George was a good one. How will John and his wife take it? Will they be happy about it? Will I be mocking them with the name? I hope my son will not die prematurely like the late George? My mind was preoccupied with these thoughts so I had to relax for a while. When there wasn't any other name that my heart desired, we named the child George. Sometimes, our fears only threatens us but if we shun the threat, we would be heading for success. The christening was a success and to my greatest surprise, John and his wife were happy about it. The way they snuggled the child in their arms read a million meanings. Lyda said that he looked like George during his days as a toddler. She smiled and hoped that he lived long. Thank Goodness I didn't change the name. After another week or so, I travelled for a leadership conference at Nairobi - the capital of Kenya. It was hosted by one of the most accomplished business man in the world and it was hel
I wanted to save his face the disgrace of his past life. I asked him to walk to the cafeteria while I follow him behind and he did as I commanded him. The cafeteria is a big one with so many serving tables here and there. Some of the costumers were eating some Kenyan delicacies and you needed to see how they were devouring the "sumptuous" meal. It had a good aroma that would cause anyone that is famished to salivate but this wasn't the time to try their food. Douglas and I had something important to discuss. We sat at the nearest serving table as I signaled the waiter to get us soft drinks. My kindness caused Douglas to fear the more. He thought I was doing him a favour that he would pay back in a thousand folds. But this wasn't so. He wasn't thinking well enough. I wanted to hear his story. Everything about him. The waiter had served us the drinks. It was enough to calm my nerves down. I gulped it as I was thirsty. Douglas felt very reluctant to take his drink. But I asked him to tak
“Useless man.” He said, as he took the glass of water and threw it on me. "How many times did I repeat this order to you, I told you to sweep that place?" He got up in a bit of rage as he raised his hands to slap me. “clam down sir, you have been way too moody, why shout on your worker like this”. A soft voice from the back said, it was a slim, fair, pretty young lady who had visited the restaurant occasionally, she had usually tried effortlessly to get my attention but I told her I was married. “Mr man, just because he is still even working here is why you are already making tantrums like a six-year-old girl.” She sighed. “young woman I don’t know who you are but you cannot even be up to my daughter's age, how dare you….” “Oh please spare me those details, old man, you are just a rude old man, you know you should apologise for even raising your hand to this man. What if I tell you that I am a lawyer and that you could be arrested for attempted assault on this man? What would
The sun was scorching hot and they was barely any breeze. Still contemplating at the gate of the bank. “Sorry sir, can we help you?” one of the security men from the bank gate asked. “Me?” I pointed to myself unsure about if it was me they were talking to.“Yes you sir, were you sent by someone or?” He asked further.“I don’t understand sir is this not a bank where I can withdraw money.” I said, puzzled? “Oh sir, it seems like you don’t understand. This bank is not just for anybody, it is…""Let the man go in and let the receptionist answer him, why are you questioning him?" "He won't understand all this one you are saying, just let him go.” The second security interrupted. “It's a bank why all the fuss.” I muttered to myself as I went into the gate, I had just walked two steps.“Dumebi? Dumebi I was right, my eyes are not deceiving me.” She laughed. “what are you doing here?” “It's none of your business Uloma.” I replied in anger. “How dare you talk to my baby like that?” the n
“Welcome Sir, we’ve been expecting you, please do come in and have a sit.” As we enter a room,a sweet feminine voice coming from the corner said. "I’m the director and I’ll deal with your business in person. You want to check your account balance right? ” she said as she sat in front of her desk, took a laptop and a mini kind of ATM machine which she brought from a drawer."Can you please give me the card?” She asked politely. I brought it out from my jean pocket and gave it to her.She placed the card into the machine, the machine kind of started to scan the card, immediately after that an information popped up on her computer. I saw a part of it which contained a passport photograph of someone who looked exactly like. The name was Tony Dark from DARK DRAGON.That name again, where did I hear that from, I just couldn’t remember. Not able to rest, I adjusted backwards. "So what does the card say, how much is in it?” I asked all curiously. "Hmm, there's only one figure here.” She s
"Stop, stop!” John shouted from behind. "John, what is wrong? Is everything ok?” I was confused wondering why he chased me all the way here. "Wow, I can’t believe that Mr Kunle would get fired just like that, I mean could it be because of our bad work service.”"No, I am pretty sure it’s nothing of that sort, just enjoy your new position as the new supervisor ok, speaking of which I forgot to get my salary.” I patted his back, as we both head back to the restaurant. Getting into the restaurant, our supervisor, Mr Kunle, was still beginning his job.I can’t believe this man could ever look desperate, well look at him now. I chuckled to myself, as it was so satisfying to watch him be at the other receiving end. “Mr Dumebi, I am truly sorry for this man ill manners and behaviour towards you, please forgive me for not paying attention to it all these years.” The manager said.“It’s ok sir, you don’t need to apologise, firing him is enough, I think he must have learnt a lesson today an
"What are you saying, Dumebi, do you think this is a joke? I am talking $10,000 here and you are saying you can pay it, common man.” He replied. "You don’t believe me, well I don’t actually blame you but what if I can?” I asked again. "If you can? Well first of all I am going to ask where on earth you got such an amount from, secondly who are you and what have you done with my friend.” He laughed. "Nice one though, it really helped lighten up the mood.” He said as he got up from the pavement and stretched. “I have to get back to work, can’t afford to lose my job like someone I know.” He said as we both laughed knowing who he was talking about. “Alright then Dumebi whatever path you are heading to, always remember to look forward. I wish you luck.” He said as he waved me goodbye. What is the first thing people do when they become rich is to buy a new house or a car, change his appearance, go to fancy restaurants or try to get richer where should I live though and what exactly sho