EPISODE 3- RADIO â€˜KATANGAâ€™Â Â
My Mum and sisters were due back this morning. I couldnâ€™t wait for them to get home and give them the gist. Probably rub it in their faces on how God has not abandoned me; having inseparable non-identical twins as sisters sucked.Â Now that I have a job with 6â€²zeroâ€™s behind annually, maybe things will change. I donâ€™t intend winning my motherâ€™s heart again, I would love to remain the black sheep of the family sha.
I wore my lucky black dress that I made myself and a royal blue blazer and added a little bit of makeup. I looked in the mirror and began to wonder if I was dressing up for him. Secretly, I was. I hope I would run into him today and maybe we would talk. I picked up the car key to my golf 3 (a graduation present from my late dad) and made my way out of the house, Mama Shalewa must not find out â€˜have been cruising her car around Lagos. I was almost at the front door when it occurred to me to leave a big note at the front porch. I wrote â€œDear Family, I hope you had a great trip.â€™ Am glad youâ€™re back. I have gone to work and will see you all in the evening. Love, Shalewaâ€
I could picture the puzzling look on the twinâ€™s faces. OYO. Hehehehehhehehehe!!!
I ran back to remove it. I think I would rather keep them in suspense. I got into the car and zoomed off to VI.
I got to work earlier than I thought I would. I said a short prayer and walked into my new office. Oh! I like the sound of that, my office.
Here is to beautiful beginning!!!
The front desk was at work already. I walked to her desk and gave a big smile.
â€œGood morningâ€ I said cheerfully
â€œHelloâ€ she stood up and gave me a side hug.
â€œYou look goodâ€
â€œThank you, so who will show me to my office?â€
Your office is just down the hallway, itâ€™s the last office to the rightâ€
I walked down to the hallway and turned right as she said. A lady of about my age looked up as I entered.
â€œHelloâ€ I greeted
â€œGood morning, you must be Omoshalewaâ€
â€œYesâ€ I smiled and stood in front of her like the statue of Liberty. I didnâ€™t know who she was so I decided to be extremely polite.
â€œAm Lydia, â€˜am a project coordinatorâ€
I relaxed. â€œNice meeting youâ€ I threw out my well manicured fingers.
Lydia and I hit it almost immediately. For the next one hour, she briefed me on all I needed to know about the Company, the present project at hand. She told me about my new boss. The â€˜bossâ€™ was strict, principled but could be nice; a mood thing. The boss could be my worst nightmare or just a boss. All this would be dependent on how efficient I am on the job she made me understand.
I began to grow chicken feet. Hmm!!! I donâ€™t want to work with an â€˜ojujuâ€™ o. She told me she liked my dress and asked that I pull my blazer for her to see. I stood in front of her and pulled it. She was still admiring and we were both talking at the same time when she went mute all of a sudden. Oh, I adore polite people. Only polite people would allow another finish what they were about to say. I went on talking about how I made the dress and how I had learned how to make clothes and all, business was slow this days and bla bla bla; my usual dramatic self, I was making gestures and so on. Lydiaâ€™s eyes were twitching.
She suddenly got up and said â€œGood morning, Mr. Williams.
Oh oooo!!! The boss was here and he had seen my little fashion show. I turned around quickly and almost shouted â€œGood morningâ€
Only my shout came out as a whisper.
â€œGood morning Lydiaâ€ he turned to me
â€œYou must be Shalewaâ€
He walked into his office and left me with my thoughts.
â€œHoly shit, somebody bury me. I just ridiculed myself on my first day in front of my Boss. I just ridiculed myself in front of himâ€¦Femiâ€¦Omg! Femi is my boss. Somebody pinch me!!
I looked at Lydia who was giggling.
â€œRelax na! He is not that bad oâ€
â€œThank youâ€ I took a seat in the position she had previously pointed out as mine.
I was so confused and uneasy that I had to go to the restroom. I came back into the office and Lydia told me Mr. Williams was waiting for me. Omg!!!
I got up and walked to the front of his office. I knocked and I heard his very husky voice beckoning me to come in.
â€œPlease have a seatâ€ I was a nervous wreck.
â€œThank youâ€ I took a seat in front of him. He was studying a book and did not even look up. I calmed myself down and my eyes strayed asÂ I admired his office quietly. He had a nice view of the ocean. His table was magnificent and adorned with several ornaments.
â€œMiss Benson, anything that catches your fancy?â€
I looked up immediately. He was so handsome.
â€œEhmmmmâ€ I began to stammer
He interrupted my one minute â€˜kolo thingsâ€™. â€œOur present project is a film festival coming to Nigeria from the stables of Cannes Film Festivalâ€ he paused and continued â€œMiss Benson, I would like that you come with a pen and a notebook whenever we meet, I hate to repeat myselfâ€
Ghenghenghen!!! I af enter it, mo ti wo!!!
â€œYes sirâ€ I looked down at my toes.
â€œGo to Lydia, sheâ€™ll give you a notebook and a penâ€
I rushed out and rushed back in almost immediately. How old was he? He looked 30 yet sounded 45. He scared me and I liked it.
â€œWe have so much to do ranging from logistics, venue Management, advertisement/PR, sponsorship and so on. I like to work with a chart. So for the next 3 weeks, what you would be doing weekly will be based on a work schedule for each week. We have tight deadlines we have to meet. In 4 months time, we will begin to travelâ€¦â€¦.â€
And that was how my morning went.
Lunch time came and Mr Oga finally gave me a break. Lydia took me to the Companyâ€™s canteen where we sat down to eat and laugh about my ordeal of this morning.
We talked about University, life outside school and so on.
â€œSo how long have you been working here?â€ I asked
â€œThis is my 2nd year and itâ€™s been a wonderful experienceâ€.
â€œCan I ask you a question?â€
â€œPlease go aheadâ€ she said with her mouth full of vegetable salad
â€œThis morning, how long was Mr. Williams behind me?â€ I swallowed my rice.
â€œAbout 2mins, he came in and I froze, I was going to open my mouth when he signalled me to hush. I donâ€™t think he wanted me to even say â€˜good morningâ€™ in the first placeâ€ she paused and drank water. â€œThink he was just catching fun.â€
I rolled my eyes.
â€œJust so you knowâ€¦â€ She swallowed and continued â€œI think he might like girlâ€™s oâ€ now she was whispering. â€œIn fact, I think he is sleeping with one of the project head, the girlâ€™s dad owns some percentage of the Company too, sheâ€™s a rich manâ€™s pikin. You know Mr. Williams also owns a large percentage of this companyâ€
I didnâ€™t know that. Interesting! I said in my head. â€˜www.gbegborun.comâ€™. I have indeed made a new friend and â€˜am guessing she is the Companyâ€™s â€˜tatafoâ€™.
â€œIs that so?â€ I asked
â€œYes o, ha! Here she comes. â€œI turned to look back. Lydia slapped my hands;
â€œAhn ahn, donâ€™t look now naâ€
I looked at my almost finished food immediately.
The â€˜Ladyâ€™ sat very close and I was able to get a good look. She was flawless, really pretty. We were on our way out when Mr. Oga walked into the canteen. He walked straight to where â€˜Miss Flawlessâ€™ was seated.
I heard him say â€œthere you are. Iâ€™ve been looking all over for youâ€
She stands to give him an â€˜air kissâ€™ (hmm! Inside the canteen o, hmm!) â€œHello darlingâ€.
My heart sank. Adeleâ€™s â€˜someone like youâ€™ began to play in my head. Life is mean and yeah, â€˜someone like youâ€™ is my favourite sad song.