Chapter 2: Lagos Gist and Office Tension

I rush present the report. Fisayo just ask two easy questions. As meeting finish, I run comot from office sharp sharp. No be joke, inside that one hour meeting, I don already write my resignation letter for my mind. But… I think about how economy be these days. I think about my house rent, car loan. I just tell myself make I calm down, manage am.

Na so I dey tell myself, ‘Guy, calm down o! If you resign now, who go pay your landlord? No be only suya person dey chop for Lagos. Make you just jejely behave, keep face like say nothing happen.’ I tap myself for chest, deep breath. E no go better if I allow small wahala spoil my daily bread.

Kemi come back from meeting dey shine like new coin.

“Ahhh, MD too fine!”

“Even if I dey suffer for work, at least I fit see better face. I forgive this world for three seconds.”

I laugh. “See big ambition.”

Kemi no gree stop:

“Even as e wear shirt, you go see say MD get correct body.”

“E dey drip hormones.”

Na so e good reach. And to touch am, na another level. But as I remember say that same person wey dey talk dirty for bed na now my oga on top… I just dey wish make ground swallow me.

I just dey nod my head dey laugh, but for inside my heart, e be like say pepper enter my eye. If dem know say na me dey chop the thing wey dey make dem dey drool, na wahala. I dey look Kemi, I just dey hope say mouth no go loose for wrong person.

Fisayo secretary waka come with her high heels.

“Ifeanyi, MD say make you see am for office.”

I stand up like person wey dem don judge for chief’s court. Make ground just burst, abeg.

Even as I dey waka, I dey feel everybody eye dey follow me. For my head, I dey reason, ‘See as you waka to principal office that year after you break window.’ Na only prayer dey my mouth make shame no catch me.