Chapter 5: Weekend Avoidance
For the first time, I no dey look forward to weekend. Maybe na why e fly pass sharp sharp. This week, Fisayo too busy. I only jam am once for downstairs eatery. I just form say I dey answer call, no even look am.
Friday lunch break, Fisayo send me WhatsApp.
[Where we go this week?]
Every time, na different place we dey use. Sometimes hotel, sometimes e car. Sometimes, just to spice am up, even outside. I bring out the excuse wey I don prepare since.
[No vex, MD, this week I gats go house, na my mama birthday.]
Fisayo: [Okay.]
[We talk say work and private life no go mix. When e reach personal, just call me my name.]
God abeg, how I wan take keep this thing separate again? Especially after I see am for morning meeting, dey finish the other team leader:
“Na your leg you use think this plan?”
The place cold like harmattan. The other team lead no fit talk.
When e reach my turn, I dey shake like leaf.
After I finish, Fisayo talk: “This plan just dey for eye. You think say e go fit work?”
Me: “……….”
Who dey feel this thing? And na me suppose dey sleep with am? I choose celibacy abeg.
Even for WhatsApp, my hand dey tremble when I dey type reply. As I dey reply am, NEPA flash light—my phone almost die. Lagos get plenty fine boys, but na this one wey sabi both boardroom and bedroom I carry enter my own wahala. As I watch am dey roast another team lead, I just dey remember say na the same mouth dey whisper sweet nonsense inside my ear last weekend. This world no balance at all.