Have you ever tried getting to work on a Monday morning, after a busy but enjoyable weekend and then your car breaks down half way to work? *whew* Story of my life. I managed to pull over by the road side and practically jumped out of the car to decieve myself with mechanic skills. This silly car wants me to get a query abi?
I picked up my phone and dialled my mechanicâ€™s number.
â€œHaruna, where you dey?â€
â€œHa! Aunty Salewaâ€¦â€ (Haruna always calls my name like the people from Ibadan)
â€œI dey for Mowe oâ€
â€œChai! My car just breakdown for falomo o. Alright now, call me when you returnâ€
â€œHow you go come do am na, how you go go offis (meaning: office)â€
â€œI go carry â€˜dropâ€™â€
â€œOk o, bye!â€
â€œBye Harunaâ€ I ended the call.
I picked up my bag, locked my car and stood by the side of the road to wait for a cab. Five minutes went by and there I was still standing on the road. The rain was threatening to pour down. I dialled Omoyeniâ€™s number.
â€œYeni, where are you?â€
â€œGood morning to you too Shalewaâ€
I grinned. â€œSorry jor! good morning Yeni. My car broke down and am stuck on Awolowo roadâ€
â€œWow, Pele. I am actually on my way to the mainland. I have a meeting in one of my Companyâ€™s branchâ€
â€œOh sugar!! Okay then,thanksâ€
â€œWait!â€ She screamed â€œyou didnâ€™t call to tell me about your date withâ€¦â€ I cut her short before she could finish her interogation â€œYeni, Iâ€™ll call you later jorâ€
â€œOkâ€ I hung up. I was frustrated. It was beginning to drizzle. I started to make my way back to the car when a prado jeep with a tinted back seat parked in front of me.
â€œGood morning Madamâ€ the man driving greeted.
â€œGood morning Sirâ€ hmm!! He looked like a driver o. What he wore looked like a uniform and it was terribly familiar.
â€œCome inside maâ€
â€œEhn, come inside ke, I donâ€™t know youâ€ I said almost screaming.
He started to laugh. â€œYou dey fear?â€
â€œThanks, Iâ€™ll wait for a cabâ€
I was about to move away when the occupant sitting in the owners corner let the window down.
â€œYou never struck me as someone who gets scared easilyâ€ he was smiling
â€œOh my God!!! Good morning Mr. Williamsâ€
â€œPlease come in Shalewaâ€
I got in and murmered a thank you.
â€œHow did your weekend go?â€
â€œIt went well, yours?â€
I smiled. Where to start? Ok. So I had a blind date with this dude that I thought was you. He arrived at our agreed meeting point and he turned out to be one of the most handsome man I have ever met. His name is Daniel and he is the head of H.R in Mable consult, you should know him, since you own some shares in this company. Lydia gave him my number after he begged her for details about me. He seemed cool and I would love to hang out with him again. I did wish it was you, but you still donâ€™t wanna own up to knowing meâ€¦.Ok, those wereÂ the thoughts in my head, but instead I replied â€œMy weekend was lovely, thank youâ€. My voice was all of a sudden sultry, was I flirting with Oga unconciously?
He reached out to pick up a paper and his hand accidantely brushed mine. Was that on purpose? My heart began to do a marathon.
I almost jumped. Apparrently he had been calling me and I didnâ€™t hear.
â€œYes Mr. Williamsâ€
He laughed. â€œAre you alrightâ€
â€œYes I am. I was just thinking about my carâ€ (hmm! Shalewa youâ€™ve prayed today o and you already started telling lies, God is watching you on 3D)
â€œOh! What went wrong with it?â€
â€œI really do not know and my mechanic is out of town until God knowsâ€
â€œI could send mine if you donâ€™t mind?â€ He interrupted
I went mute. Ok, what is going on? Why is Mr. Oga being nice to me?
â€œIf it wouldnâ€™t be any trouble, I wouldnâ€™t mindâ€
â€œAlright thenâ€ he faced his driver. â€œBello, kindly contact Sule and take him to the spot where we picked Ms. Benson. You can liaise with her for her keys and the restâ€
â€œOk sirâ€ he answered
I looked at him and said thank you.
â€œMy pleasureâ€ he said smiling.
He had one dimpleâ€¦choi!!! Whatever jare! I decided to allow the thought of seeing Daniel at work envelope me. I would see Daniel today and I promised him I would go to lunch with him. Maybe it was time I occupy myself with some other guy.
It had begun to rain heavily and Oga had asked the driver to allow the songs on the playlist of his phone play. It was Mavin Gaye and he was humming.
The only things missing were candles and a bottle of champagne. I closed my eyes for some seconds and imagined Mr. Ogaâ€™s lips on mineâ€¦.choi! See temptation. I forced myself to stop fantasizing and began to think about Daniel again; thereâ€™s no way in the world Iâ€™ll let this man humming play games with me. We got to the office and the delimma was how to go in and not get wet. Mr. Oga brought out a medium sized umbrella.
â€œThis should do, letâ€™s go Shalewaâ€
I hesitated. Letâ€™s go where? Inside this rain; see this Oga o.
â€œWeâ€™ll share the umbrella and I promise you will not get wetâ€ he said smiling.
â€œOkâ€ I forced a smile.
He passed me the umbrella and asked the Driver to bring our bags in after he had parked the car. That was how we squeezed ourselves under the tiny umbrella with Oga almost holding my shoulder in an attempt not to get either of us wet.
Thankfully, we were as dry as a â€˜bonga fishâ€™. Mr. Oga went into his office leaving Lydia to start sniffing for new stories to carry about.
â€œAhan ahan!!How come you came in with Mr. Williams?â€
â€œLong story oâ€
â€œTell me, I have all dayâ€
I started to laugh. â€œYou like gistâ€ I narrated my ordeal to her leaving out the Mavin Gaye and all other eye brow raising story. â€œBy the way, who did you give my number?â€
She started to giggle â€œhe called right? He is so handsomeâ€ she started making funny faces and attempted to tickle me when Daniel worked in.
Lydia hurried back to her seat smiling and greeted him as though she had hot yam in her mouth â€œGood morning Mr. Odulajaâ€
â€œGood morning Lydiaâ€ he smiled and continued â€œHello Shalewaâ€
â€œGood morningâ€ I answered shyly. Hmm!!Â *Why shall I shy?*Â Â Ghen ghen ghen ghen!
â€œOne â€™O clock?â€ he asked
â€œSee you thenâ€ he was about stepping out when Mr. Oga came out of his office.
â€œDaniel, how far now?â€ they shook hands.
â€œFemo la la, I dey oâ€.
â€œWhat brings you here this early hour of the morning?â€ Mr. Oga asked.
â€œJust making sure our new staff gets the proper orientationâ€ He answered looking at me. I faced my computer screen and acted invisible. My heart kept dancing â€˜alingoâ€™.
â€œI seeâ€ Mr. Oga said smiling.
Daniel left our office and Mr. Oga went back into his. Just when I thought the drama was over, a text message came into my phone. It read â€œI think â€˜am pregnant, donâ€™t tell anyoneâ€ It was Omotunde.
I was about to catch my breath and not pass out from everything when my extension rang. â€œShalewa, please come to my officeâ€ it was Mr. Oga and he sounded pissed.