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14 Days: The 7th Day


Day 7 wasn’t too interesting


She is bent over her desk, figuring out some figures having to do with the new account she’d just landed. She’s a bit worried about the dilemma in which she suddenly finds herself – caught between two men; one who is nice – the kind of guy to take home to mum, and the other guy who is just there for the excitement. She shakes her head and bends over the paperwork.



The office is quiet. Toke has gone to see a client and Chinedu is around somewhere. She’s making good time on her work and she hopes to be done by 4pm so she can duck traffic and get home asap. Last Friday was hell.



She reaches for the calculator – and then the door opens. She looks up to see a smiling Chinedu walk in.



“How’s it going, beautiful girl?” he says, coming to perch himself on the table beside her arm and give her a quick peck on the cheek. She beams up at him.



“I’m doing great, fine boy. How na? The family…?”



A small cloud passes over his face, but he smiles nonetheless. “The boy is fine – hungry bobo. I’m afraid he is eventually going to eat me out of house and home.”


She asks gently. “And your wife…?”



Chinedu stands up from the table casually. He shoves his hands in his pocket and starts to walk around the office. “She’s fine I guess.”



She’s surprised. “You guess?!”



“I…we really don’t talk much.” He shrugs.



She stands up and walks up behind him. “What’s going on, Chi-boy? Talk to mama.”



He turns and smiles at her, but she’s known him long enough to tell his moods. There seems to be a gathering of moisture in his eyes, and while the smile is engaging enough, she knows enough to tell it’s fixed.  She puts a hand on his arm. “Talk to me, Chinedu.”



He sighs and hangs his head and that moment it is unclear who is actually taller – him or her.



“E jus’ dey one kain,” he speaks slowly, speaking pidgin automatically. “You know say na unto say she get belle na im make me no get choice but to marry am.”



She nods understandingly. She had been surprised herself – none of them had suspected that he was married when he first joined them. Later, it became clear that he was not exactly hiding it from them, he just did not talk about it. It was on his records that he was married.



“But it’s now all messed up. She’s not even trying…” He sighs deeply, facing away from her. “I don’t know which one’s worse – working in this office with a girl I can only care for from a distance or going home to one who’s indifferent to me. Life sha!”



She takes his arms and turns him to face her squarely. “Have you told her how you feel?”






She inclines her head, looking at him with a small smile, saying nothing.



He shakes his head and turns away again. “Why would I do that? I’m married – remember? What do I have to offer her?”



She grabs his arms and turns him her way firmly. “You will tell her what you told me. You will tell her in the words you just used – you will look her in the face and tell her, just like you told me…exactly how you feel.”



“Why should she listen to me?” his voice was hesitant, plaintive like a little boy who’s afraid of hoping for too much.



“It does not matter if she does. That’s not why you’re telling her. You’re telling her because it’s your truth, and it’s killing you knowing there’s nothing you can do about her – about the situation you find yourself in.” She stands on tiptoes and kisses the corner of his mouth. “You know how fleeting happiness is, Chinedu. Grab it whenever or wherever you find it ‘cos it might not be there when you’re looking.”



He stands there looking at her, and then slowly his brow clears. “I guess you’re right,” he says.



She glares at him. “You damn right I’m right. She deserves to know…and you deserve to be unburdened.”



He looks at her fondly. “How old are you by the way?”



She smiles. “Old enough to know you men are just big babies. Face to face with another man, it’s all macho stuff. Face to face with your emotions, you’re helpless.”


A look comes into his face and he is about to say something. She interrupts him. “Don’t even go there,” she admonishes him. They both chuckle quietly and he kisses her on the left cheek. “I feel better, thanks.”



She shrugs. “Thank God for us women; no?”



Guess this makes me a feminist.


10 responses

  1. That last line is sarcastic. You could have passed on the message that you could be objective and unbiased “genderly”. You only just showed that someone, or group of someones literarilly held a gun to your head over your disposition to the previous episode. I was rooting for this episode, but you doused my fervour (I’m sure it’s just me) do your thing, have fun. It is inspiring, to say the least I can honestly say.

    I like the turn of events in this episode. It is artistic the way you shifted the lime light to brother Chinedu, showcasing his internal suffering. The Superman is only just Super outwardly. You pulled that off nicely. Very true to life. Well done.

    Please consider “…a quick peck on the chick.” That should read “cheek”, not “chick” (to my POV)

    In sum, you did rather well with this episode. It has kindled my interest for the rest of the unfolding story. Keep them coming.

    February 8, 2013 at 6:47 am

    • Of course it is sarcastic.

      Is this the first story of mine you’re reading? If you couldn’t tell before now that I can be ‘ objective and unbiased “genderly” well; I guess I cannot help you. “Chauvinist” is just one of the names I’ve been called in the past 24hours – because of one character in one story. Stories are a reflections of life – and life is colorful because there are various characters in it. You would complain if all my characters were one way.


      Thank you for the correction. Noted and corrected!

      Thank you Chris. Bottom line – all you guys are why I do this. I always learn – indulge me when I’m having fun.

      February 8, 2013 at 7:23 am

      • Name-calling was not my intent. Never will be. I am not such an ignoramus. It is your story, only you know how to tell it, and where you are leading the reader to.

        As a raincheck against further misconception, maybe (I, for one) should be acquainted with the entire project before I make these assessments. Don’t you think so too?

        February 8, 2013 at 10:11 am

      • Yeah man.

        Thank you.

        February 8, 2013 at 3:09 pm

  2. Babyadachi

    As I just finished reading this, I began to laugh like one…
    Yeah. I agree with the end this time. Thank God for us women.

    February 8, 2013 at 7:35 am

    • See you!

      Hehehehehehehe! Thank you!

      February 8, 2013 at 7:42 am

  3. harun oye

    hahahahaha,i love this one,my fav Character Chi-boy in the house!

    February 8, 2013 at 6:15 pm

    • So you like Chi, huh?

      Then you will absolutely love what happens next!

      Thank you!

      February 9, 2013 at 6:50 am

  4. oh the woes of an “unhelp-able” love…sigh! keep on, i’m waiting.

    February 8, 2013 at 8:36 pm

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