“Yeah” she replied,
I turned around and saw Paul having a conversation with Lydia, he did almost all the talking, her arms were folded, as she listened to whatever he was saying.
Rose was kinda the only one not getting attention, she was leaning on the wall, with her back and looking at us.
“Alright, let’s go” I said
I followed her, we took a taxi, to her place, while we were in the taxi, she tore her envelope, to check the money.
It was six pieces of N500 notes, meaning it was 3k.
We arrived her home, too big to be owned by her.
I had barely walked in, when I noticed her dad sitting on the Couch, reading a Newspaper with his glasses hanging on his Nose.
“Good evening Dad!” She Greeted him with a Big Grin.
“My Dear, how was your first day at work?”
“It was really Great Dad”
Her hands were still held tightly onto mine
“Meet my colleague Dad”
“Good evening sir” I greeted
“Hello son, what’s your name?” he asked.
“Jeffrey!” I replied.
“he smiled a little, Jeffrey! that was my late brother’s name” he said
“sorry for your loss” i said
Gladys glanced at me.
Gladys’s mum came out of the Kitchen, Gladys introduced me to her too.
Minutes later we were all having dinner.
“Are you a student, Jeffrey?”
Gladys’s mum asked me.
“Yes, am studying Biochemistry”
“That’s a nice course”
“Thank you” I said.
There was something unique about Gladys’s Family; There was so much Love and mutual respect.
We were done eating, I thanked them and bid them farewell, Gladys accompanied me to the roadside, it was already a little dark.
“You have a very nice home” I said.
She smiled.
Was I suppose to k!ss her? I deliberated, while standing.
I turned to the side, to face her, we gazed at each other, then I reached for her lips and kissed her.
I was taller than her, so her faced was raised up, as we kissed for about a minute.
She blushed, once we were done.
She must have really been expecting it.
I arrived home, very tired, I was yet to check my envelope, I dropped it on the bed along with my phone, grabbed my towel and walked into the bathroom.
After the bath, I felt so refreshed.
I changed my clothes and sat on the bed to check the envelope.
I counted the money, mine was 6k.
I got two missed calls from Mr Johnson.
So I called him back.
“Hello Sir!”
“Yes, Jeffrey, I had been trying to reach you
“You see, not all of you have equal pay, so I want you to do me a favour, by not disclosing your wage to your colleagues, it might arouse a level of frustration in them”
“Alright” I replied
I Later hung up.
I had something I needed to do before sleeping, I had to read, I sat on my reading, I did the weekend assignment, assigned to us, before going through all we did through the week.
On the Tuesday, of the same week, at about 4pm, I went to buy some things from a shop, close by.
Three guys, approached me. I recognised one of them, it was the guy I once had a fight with, over Amarachi, in the previous semester.
“Bros, he said, amidst laughter”
“One of them was flapping his shirt to reveal his knife.
“So you think you can just mess with my babe and go free?” he said.
I stood there, not replying.
He winked at his friends, meaning they should give me a beating.
They rushed to where I was, and were about to start throwing punches.
“Wait” I screamed.
“Don’t you guys have dignity, you mean, it will take the three of you to beat me up?”
One of them made an “O” with his mouth and covered his mouth with his palm, to express his shock.
“Una hear am? him say we no get dignity” he said in pidgin English.
The guy I once beat, was very furious.
“Dragon, let’s erase this guy” he said, facing the oldest.
The oldest of them was quiet.
“He’s right, just one of us is enough to give him a beating” he said
Then whispered something to him.
The guy who was even the less masculine of them, came first.
He stood for some seconds before me, then turned around like he was going to leave,
In a swift, he turned around again but this time with a fierce blow, aimed for my face.
I was at alert, I blocked the blow with my left hand, and sent a punch to his face.
My hand hurt a little, he began laughing.
Then glanced at his friends, who were watching with arms folded.
He brought another blow, I bent and aimed for his belly, he bent forward to agonise in pain, I lifted his head up with both my hands, and headbutt him on the nose.
Blood began gushing out of his nose.
I stood aside, after some minutes, he recovered a little after some time, he brought out his knife.
The oldest of them yelled at him to stop, he didn’t listen.
He wanted revenge, and since his strength and fighting skills couldn’t get him that, he opted to use his weapon.
He was aiming for my neck, he really wanted me dead.
I dodged by bending and moving away.
At a point, he got me, tearing flesh in the process, just beneath my left arm.
He laughed in Joy, when he noticed the blood gushing out.
I heard someone screaming from afar and running toward us.
It was Ibro, he was running at high pace toward us with a Sharp Cutlass, pointing to heaven.
There was nothing but Rage written all over his face.
The look on Ibro’s face didn’t seem like he was bluffing, Before Ibro even reached close, they had all fled.
I found out they weren’t really Cultist, just a group of boys, trying to rack me up, using their number to their Advantage.
Even while they were running Ibro was still chasing them, and yelling at them to stop and see.
He took me to a clinic where I was treated.
I thanked him a lot, we both left the clinic and left for home.
I don’t know how Sandra found out, she came a few hours later.
I was even already asleep when I heard the knock.
“I stood up slowly, in pain and opened the door”
“Oh my God, what happened to you Jeff” she screamed, with eyes bulging out.
“Relax dear, it’s nothing serious” I said
She walked into my apartment, threw her bag on the bed.
Then analysed the Injury through the Bandage.
“Does it hurt” she asked, gazing at the injury and glancing at my face in intervals.
“Just a little” I replied.
“What happened?”
“I was being attacked, by a Group of boys” I replied
She asked the big question I had been hoping she wouldn’t ask.
“What did you do to them?” she asked.
“Nothing, actually” I replied.
“Are you sure?”
“You know last semester, I made friends after winning the competition, I also made enemies”
“That’s true!” she said.
“So how are we sure something like this won’t happen again”
I kept quiet for a while.
“We can’t be sure, but we can be prepared”
She laughed a little.
I skipped class to take some rest, and analyse my next move, I bought a pocket knife, and stylishly hid it in wallet.
Two days later, I went to class, After the second lecture, a girl walked up to me.
She looked Familiar, but I wasn’t sure I knew her name.
“Jeff I am very upset with you!” she said
“Really? What did i do” I was seated, while she was standing in front of me.
I was really relaxed, whatever it was I believed I could handle it.
“I went to the stress, of printing a card, specially for you, with your name inscribed on it, and you didn’t come to my birthday party”
“Oh dear! am really sorry”
“Don’t just tell me you’re sorry, i need a good reason”
I laughed a little.
“Okay…”
“What if I tell you I was almost murdered, is that a good reason”
“Am not kidding please!” she said.
“And neither am I” I added.
“What do you mean you were almost killed, by who, for what reason?”
“Doesn’t matter, what matters is am alive now”
She stared for some seconds
“Can I have your number?” she said.
“Yeah! Sure! why not?”
I gave it to her.
On Friday evening, One of the company staff called us all to meet.
I was somewhat upset, I had reserved my evening to rest and catch some fun.
I Intentionally arrived late, I met them playing music and dancing.
“Whats going on?” I asked
“Choreography!” the Staff replied.
I joined them, soon I got the move.
The Generator began fluctuating, at first we thought it was the fuel, but it wasn’t, there was enough fuel, the fuel was probably not reaching it’s destination.
While I was happy, this miserable session had reached a terminal.
NEPA responded positively, we switched the Fuse and continued playing the music.
After two hours of dancing, it was over.
We began returning the appliances to the store. Gladys and I began chatting in the Store, everyone left, save us, she was good company, we talked about a lot, past, present and future.
It was about 8pm, when we decided to leave.
I locked the store and was looking for the staff, to give the key to him.
I didn’t find him, I arrived at a resolution to keep the key, and show up early the following morning.
Sandra and I were about leaving when I noticed the bus rocking, from one side to another, followed by silent moans.
I glanced at Gladys, I scrolled through the apps of my Android phone looking for the “Torch widget”
I opened the back door of the bus, and Flashed my Phone.
I didn’t know if I was suppose to scream, laugh or yell.
It was the Motherfvcking Staff, he was screwing a lady there, she was trying to use her hair to cover her face.
But I deciphered her identity, it was Rose.
He was giving it to her from behind, thrusting and slapping his balls into her ¢unt.
I slowly dropped the keys on the floor of the bus and turned around to leave, pulling Gladys along, she looked like she had not seen enough.
We began laughing once we were far away from them.
The following day, the staff was acting professional, as if he had not been caught.
Rose continuously stared at me.
We moved from street to street, Playing music and Choreographing.
It was another successful weekend, coupled with the fact that our products were less than Market price.
We got our envelopes, I was gradually becoming a Big Boy, I had asked my mum not to bother sending money.
The following day at about 7am, I got a call from Gladys.
“Hey, Gladys, Good morning”
“Morning Jeff”
“Do you live alone?”
“Yeah, any problem?” I asked
“No, do me a favour, don’t go to church today”
“O….Kay” I replied
“I want to visit you, send me your address”
To Be Continued…
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