Bitch

Episode 36

After a quick shower, Taofeek quickly dressed
up in a black pant trousers and purple long
sleeve packet shirt, he indeed looked really
smart even with out wearing the matching
jacket of the trousers.

He sat on his bed in the guest room of Zainab
house and pulled the trolley box he had
brought with him to Nigeria closer. He turned
the box in a way it lay on its back and then
input the combination: 3210, with a sharp
click, the box swung open.

Just like he knew exactly what he was looking
for and where exactly it was, he lifted two pair
of jeans and a polo shirt then brought out the
mini suitcase which la!d under the clothes and
then went ahead to unzip the top layer of the
box and brought out a brown file that was
almost as thick as a regular James Hadley
Chase novel. He sighed at the sight of the file
and peeped inside the file as if to confirm the
contents. Satisfied, he closed the box and
push it back to the former position then he
picked up the file and pull out all the
documents in it.

The file contained about eight copies of his C-
V and many other documents… Both originals
and photocopies. It was obvious he had
already sorted his credentials earlier.

He took four copies of his C-V and a couple of
some important documents he guessed he
might need and then placed them neatly in
the suitcase which he had already opened
down. He stood up, dropped the file and the
remain contents on the bed-side table and
picked up his suitcase. He had a quick glance
of himself at the mirror and nodded in
approval as he saw he looked like someone
who meant business.

He left the house leaving the key under the
doormat with a note on the table for Zainab
which said: I am off to look for a job, I don’t
know if I’ll be able to make it home tonight so
I’ll call you if I can or can’t later on.

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Sitting in his office, behind his desk, Boniface
grinned as he saw a new BBM friend invite. He
had emailed Zainab his pin few minutes ago
so all arrows pointed to the conclusion that
Zainab was the one who sent the invite.

His office was in every definition of the word
elegant. Every piece of the wood in it which
included the chair he sat on, the table and the
bookshelf at the corner, was Ivorian. The entire
floor of the office was tiled with a dark brown
cheetah skin patterned tile and the ceiling
wasn’t the usual white ceiling plates but some assorted plastic-like ceiling plates which only made the office look like it was owned by a
very wealthy oil mogul.

Boniface accepted the invite without any
hesitations and sent a “hi :)” message to her
which Zainab replied immediately. He grinned
at this and then plugged his phone to the
charger which was always plugged to the wall
socket, the last thing he need now was his
battery to run down.

He leaned back and replied with: I’m pretty
good, how about you?

“I am fine.” Zainab replied.

Boniface shrugged at the reply which seemed
kind of cold, but he didn’t let that get in his
way. He decided to play it slow then went
ahead to ask her about her night, day and
stuffs like that, within minutes, they were
chatting like they have been friends for years
and even Zainab couldn’t help but notice how
fun he was to chat with.

Just when she least expected it, he sent a
message that she had expected but was still
somehow surprised.

“Can I take you out for dinner tonight?” He
asked bluntly.

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Jummy was more of shocked than surprised.

She had been on her computer working since
and John didn’t call, but the moment she
decided to open the ring box he suddenly
called, it didn’t seem like a coincidence but
she couldn’t think of any other explanation.

She contemplated on picking the call and
came to the conclusion that it was best she
didn’t pick it but after four ignored calls and a
text message which said: please pick up, with
a sad smiley attached to it, she changed her
mind and picked up.

She kept quiet.

“Hello,” John said in an expressionless tone.

“Yea? What’s it?”

“Have you checked the box?” John asked.

“Yes I have, and I’m going to send it back to
you as soon as I have the time to.”

“No… No… Please don’t. Just keep it. I bought
it as a gift for you and it won’t be fair if you
return it.” John said and Jummy could sense
he was literally begging.

“I’m going to return it, and that’s final.”

Jummy said unmoved.

John sighed, “errr… Jummy.”

“What?!” She yelled.

“Can I ask you for a small favor?” John asked
politely.

“No you can’t John! I did a lot of favors for
you and look at where I landed. Please I don’t
want to have anything to do with you again,
and if you are so dumb that you have figured
it by now, the reply to the deal you proposed
is no… Capital N O!!!.” Jummy replied
screaming, the veins on her neck were already
protruding and it was highly obvious she was
pissed, “goodbye and please don’t call…”

“Wait!” John cut in, “please don’t hang up
yet. I really need to talk with you, just once,
please Jummy. If all the times we spent
together meant anything to you please say
yes, I just want to talk.”

“Talk? Talk about what? So far you have been
doing all the talking, its my time to talk and
you still want to talk more?”

John didn’t quite get what Jummy meant by
that, she was beginning to sound like a heart
broken teenager rather than the adult she was.

“Jummy, I love you! I’m willing to do anything
just to spend five minutes with you.”

Jummy bursted out in an uncontrollable
laughter. “Love me? Do you even know what
love means?!”

“Yes! I do. And that’s why I need to talk to
you to tell you and show you how much I love
you.”

“John, please don’t make me laugh too much before my lungs start to ache. You know
nothing about love, I gave you my all in all
and you treated me like trash, is that love?”

Jummy asked, suddenly feeling the urge to
cry.

“Jumoke, I love you and would do anything for
you. For starters, I’ve chased Samuel out of
my house.”

That got Jummy’s attention.

“What did you say?” She asked in a lower
tone.