14 Days: The 11th Day
Nothing much happened on the 11th Day.
That is; if you do not count the fact that she’s driving to work hyper excited, beating on the steering wheel and singing along to Asa’s ‘Why Can’t We’, if you do not count the fact that she’s extra-nice to the other drivers, allowing one take her space on the faster-moving of the two lanes of the highway and smiling blindingly at another lady who is also nice to her. The lady literally floats to work.
I suspect the lady is bisexual.
But that’s not what’s important. What really is though; is that our ‘she’ gets to work in the best of spirits – which is even more amazing because it’s a Monday morning, and usually the average office-working Nigerian does not like Monday mornings. She does not tell me anything – but I suspect it’s partly because Nigeria beat Cote D’ivoire and well; she did have herself a time with her boss yesterday.
Who am I to judge?
So she gets to work early enough to meet the cleaner. She greets him and walks to her cubicle, probably knowing; in that way women have, that he is probably staring at her gently swaying derriere but not caring in the slightest. There is a lot of rear to gawk at; she thinks. Why spoil his fun?
And so it is that she settles down at work. Whatever else you may think, you need to understand that she is dedicated and takes her work seriously. She takes it so seriously that it is almost noon before she raises her head from the computer and stretches.
“You this gehl, you no go wounjure me o,” a dramatically-deepened voice speaks from over her left shoulder. She starts laughing without turning her head. It is Chinedu, her office sweetheart.
“Kill you how honey? How I go kill you with your own property?” she turns and does a small jump, the type that sets almost every part of her well-stacked body in motion. Chinedu chuckles but a slight darkening of his light brown eyes reveals his true feelings.
“If na my property why you never carry am come meet me na?” he asks.
Toke, the other girl in their department speaks up. “Make that your Modakeke wife come boil her ajebutta bodi with hot pepper abi? Thanks but no thanks!”
Chinedu bites the angry retort that rises to his lips. Toke is frowning, and our ‘she’ is wondering why Toke is still so bitter about the fact that Chinedu had not told her that he was married and they had carried on an affair for almost six months. But that was two years ago. Why is she still so…
“Anyways, the Oil and Gas guy asked for a meeting – with you as usual,” Chinedu says, a suggestive smile on his face. “Toke thinks he’s a randy old man.”
“Which he is,” Toke responds, something close to disgust heavy in her voice. “The whole time I was there he kept trying to stare down my blouse from across the table.”
“Can you blame him?” Chinedu mumbles, making all the occupants of the small room erupt in laughter. It is a common joke in the office that Toke should be made the ambassador of peace to the Niger-Delta region; owing to her awe-evoking pair of mammaries.
Toke herself laughs just as loudly as the rest. “There are times, Chinedu, when you’re almost human,” she says, a fond smile on her face. ‘She’ clears her throat.
“And when is this meeting?” she asks Chinedu.
“One-fifteen,” he responds.
As one they all look to the wall clock: 12: 24.
“I better start getting ready then,” she says and picks up the jacket slung behind her chair. “Toke honey, can you please…”
“Already have,” Toke interrupts her. “Wale will drive you.”
She looks at the large-breasted girl fondly. “I love you. You know, yeah?”
Toke wrinkles her nose. “Come one get out of here!” she says, mock-sternly.
Heading towards the door she waves. “Don’t be naughty, children. Mummy will be right back,” she says. The door opens and closes gently behind her.
And the two occupants of the room silently continue their work; both their thoughts more in agreement than either of them would care to admit.