“Did you see the divorce I sent to your email?” Melissa Fanny had a fierce expression on her face when she asked me that question.But my expression was more fierce than hers that it could boil an egg. What was she talking about? Divorce? I said within me.“What divorce are you talking about, Melissa?” I queried and my jaw set abruptly.“She rolled her eyes at me and her eyes gleamed as she said, “My family has gotten petition for dissolution of our marriage.” She shook her head in disappointment and her eyes dimmed as though she was going to break down in tears. “Let’s divorce. Listen up Brian Patrick, I don’t want us to over flog this issue, if you watch closely you would see my father and granny staring at us through the window. My father has warned me not to have anything to do with you anymore and he is beginning to feel irritated seeing you frequent his villa. So once you get the email, please sign the divorce and that puts an end to us.” Her voice was still and offensive as her
“You can’t be my delivery boy looking all unkempt, scraggly and barefooted. Here you are,” he picked up a pair of new slippers and tossed at me, “This is for you, Brian Patrick.”He was Hoffers Greenfield CEO of Hoffers Intercontinental Foods. He was in his early thirties, burly bald-head, charismatic and a mogul of chains of food industries. He was going to be the only CEO that accepted to employ me based on my experience as a delivery boy at Morgan Group.“Thank you, boss! Thank you boss,” I appreciated repeatedly and swam out of my gloom as I was ready to have a fresh start, I bowed my head gratefully as I couldn’t stop glaring at this blue slippers which I never thought of buying after I lost my previous one.He took out a pair of white overall which had, HOFFERS FOOD DELIVERY inscribed at the back, and tossed at it at me. “Hence forth that will be your uniform,” he said yet further, “You see, Brian Patrick, I don’t usually employ ex convict. We have our policies. I don’t usually
If someone had told me that a time would come in my miserable life when I would be serving as a delivery boy at the wedding ceremony of my wife, I wouldn’t have believed it.Ever since my boss, Hoffers told me about the services of Hoffers Food being hired by Zion Don and Melissa for their wedding I started regretting getting a job at Hoffers. I couldn’t stop brooding over the shame, pain, and disappointment that would cloud my face on the day I would watch with my two eyes as Melissa Fanny would be taken as wife.My wife?Was this fated to be or was it coincidence? How possible was that? Being a gust was even out of it let alone being a delivery boy on duty on that day. It would definitely be the most horrible moment of my life .I had been all tears sober and moody since the news wet my ears.The Fannys rejected me because I was poor. Before I married Melissa, it had been my dream to be called their son-in-law and when I first met Melissa, I never knew she was a descendent of the Fa
Usually Hoffers Greenfield was the last soul to leave the restaurant; most times he would be the first to leave after he must have balanced the financial records with the account department.Gratefully, I brazed myself for running down to the restaurant fast enough. And once I saw his black Rolls Royce still elegantly parked at the garage I gave an appreciative nod confirming his presence; the run was worth.I was in his office now, squatting, gasping and catching my breath after running more than two hundred meters.“What is it, Brian Patrick? What are you still doing here? I thought you have left for home? What happened?” he hounded me with tons of questions as I shut my eyes still catching my breath.“Boss…Boss…” my voice broke out and then I sucked back my breath to speak yet further, “Boss my family is in deep mess,” I intoned finally and wiped mu sweating face, “I just returned now to see my father and our property outside and the house locked by our landlord.”Hoffers raised a
When I paced down to father, I met him snoring and lying carelessly on the cold ground with a sizeable bag serving as pillow. Through the flash of lightning I could see his teary face and I could tell the baldy had dried up his tears gland with weeping and gnashing of teeth.I controlled my wailing as I wept under my breath, daring not to arouse his sorrowful countenance again. Spring wasn’t friendly. The cold misty wind often blew at us with the shivering effect really scary. I gazed upon father and our property and wondered how much of such ruins would befall us.I thought I wasn’t going to stay up all night but as soon as my eyes became heavy, a striking, clapping sound of thundering broke out and without gross hesitation a heavy down pour ensued. I flinched and father did same but with at a quicker pace.“It is raining!” I murmured and lost in my gloom; whether to tend to my father or our property. I glanced around and there was no shelter at eyeshot. We were stranded in the dark
The wedding ceremony between Melissa Fanny and Zion Don, son to the world richest man, Saint Don was an embodiment of wealth showcase. Rio Hondo was on total shut down, as all the billionaires and tycoons from all walks of life honored the invitation in a remarkably flamboyant manner.On our side, as the Food Vendors that would host the refreshment, Chairman Hoffers Greenfield made a tailor-made jumpsuit for all his staffers. Earlier in the week, when I was piling and unloading the packs of food I would deliver to residents, I had seen the POS slip of money credited to Hoffers Food for the intercontinental recipe that would be served at the wedding ground.Ten million dollars worth of English intercontinental refreshment!The POS was bearing Saint Don as the creditor.Saint Don! Indeed he was the world richest man and countless times I had wondered how fortunate Zion Don was to be the heir to the Saint Don Group. Zion Don had enormous wealth at his disposal and this was the reason th
The wedding ceremony between Melissa Fanny and Zion Don gathered so many guests that its resultant effect was the tons of packaged food waiting to be delivered at various destinations. My broken heart couldn’t let me focus on my duty throughout the reception.Whereas other staff manned their duty post and rendered services, I was outside, tucked away behind a large fig tree and sobbed to the last tone in my breath. I couldn’t stand my wife being taken as bride. That was gross. This was the height of it!By the time the wedding ceremony had come to an end and staff whose duty were perfectly rendered dispersed, I was faced with this tons of deliverables that must get to various homes today.“This is the reason I never wanted to employ you as my delivery boy,” Chairman Hoffers Greenfield chirped as he gazed upon this offensive tons of packaged food to be delivered, “What were you doing during the wedding? Were you asleep when this packs of food piled up to this height? The guests have be
Pamela Patrick, a Sister, a Friend, a Mother, 1956-2023:I couldn’t stop reading those lettering engraved on her grave as I stood motionless with a bouquet of flower firmly held in my hand and my gaze lowered on her beautiful picture. Quickly I wept from the lag of my heart. I was guilty of this sin. With trembling hands I dropped the flower and returned to the recess of my broken heart. Would I ever forgive myself for being unable to provide her medical bills?Each time I dared to speak, I choked on my words and I ended up sobbing and wiping endless warm tears that burnt my cheeks. The death of my mother had opined in me that I was indeed an embodiment of poverty. I had only one option; provide the hospital bills and she would live for me yet I could. I had only come to agree with my fate in that if her bills were to be a thousand dollars I would have also disappointed her.Just then he appeared by my side and interrupted my thought- father. He had wept so bitterly that his eyes were