I shook my head but said nothing. She continued to stare at me.
„Does that mean you don‟t even like me?‟ she asked.
„It‟s not like that,‟ I quickly said. ‟But, I feel it‟s not right. We‟re supposed to be related by marriage.‟
She sighed. „That shouldn‟t stop anything. It shouldn‟t stop us from having feelings for each other.‟
She rubbed her hands on my thigh.
„And this place should be the last place for anyone to see us like this,‟ I said.
„No one will see us,‟ she muttered.
I asked her a question nagging at my mind. „How did you know I was in the toilet?
She smiled and ran her hand on my face. „I had woken up about four o „clock. You came to my mind. I kept thinking about you. Then I heard the sound of a door opening from the bq. I peeped through the window and saw you made your way to the toilet. After some moments, I decided to come around.‟
„You‟re a naughty girl,‟ I said.
„You‟re a naughty boy too,‟ she replied.
I nodded. She was right. If the two of could do what we did, then we were naughty. „But we have to stop it. Let‟s take it that it was a mistake.‟
She made a face but said nothing.
She soon opened one of the books she had brought. But it was obvious she was not there to read. Her toes moved over my legs in teasing way. I tried to be impassive. Despite all her distractions, I managed to maintain calmness.
Two days later, I was at work and it was break time. I sent Sarah, one of our health officers to buy fried rice and chicken for me. When I searched through my wallet to give Sarah money, I saw the complimentary card from the woman I had helped to start her car. I had kept it there that evening when I got home and promptly forgot about it.
I looked closely at the card. Her name read Naomi Dodo, and she worked in the corporate affairs division of national petroleum company. She must be making cool money there, I thought.
I remembered her figure vividly: slim, light in complexion, average height, pretty and petite. That figure and her name certainly reminded me of Naomi Campbell, the ex-super model.
By my reckoning, Naomi Dodo couldn't be less than thirty five and she was most likely married. Should I give her a call?
Well, there should be no harm in that, should there? After all, she asked me to give her a call and she willingly gave me her card. I brought out my phone and dialed her number. Her phone rang but no response. She was probably busy, I thought. I decided I would have to call again at another time and saved her number as Sister Naomi.
Sarah brought my food. „Thank you, Sarah,‟ I told her.
She smiled and went away. The food was delicious. I always ate rice and chicken with relish. I was midway in my eating when my phone rang. It was „Sister Naomi‟ calling back.
„Hello, madam. Good afternoon.‟
„Good afternoon. I saw your missed call. Please, who is this?‟
„I‟m Ola,‟ I replied. „The guy who assisted in getting your car started a couple of days ago.‟
„O-Okay. How‟re you?‟
„I‟m fine, ma‟am.‟
„Thank you for that day. Is this your number?‟
„Yes.‟
„I‟m kind of busy now. I‟ll still call you, Ola.‟
„Alright, ma‟am.‟
The line was disconnected. I continued with my food. About twenty minutes later, a text message came to my phone. Somebody had transferred two thousand naira worth of airtime to my number. It was from Naomi.
That meant it was 2K she wanted to give me that day. Why did she do this when I had told her not to bother? I shrugged. The airtime would be useful. I decided to send a text message to her to thank her for the gesture. Few minutes later, she replied the text with the simple message: You deserved it.
I continued to do my work conscientiously.
Later in the evening, I was in the study room surfing the internet. Joyce had temporarily moved to the campus as they would soon be writing the semester examination. I received a WhatsApp message from Sister Naomi. „Good evening, how was your day?‟ she asked.
„Fine. What about yours?‟ I promptly replied.
„Great. Where d‟you work, and as what?‟
I smiled to myself. „I work at Glorious bakery as assistant supervisor.‟
„What did you study?‟
„Mechanical Engineering. B.Sc.‟
„Interesting.‟
„Thank you.‟
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There was no reply from her after this. The phone rang. She was the one on the line.
„Hello, Ola.‟
„Good evening madam.‟
„Perhaps, you can bring your c.v and other photocopies of your credentials. Perhaps, something can come up from where I work.‟
I smiled. „I will be grateful, madam.‟
„Find time to bring it to the office at Kofo Abayomi, Victoria Island.‟
„I‟ll do that, ma‟am.‟
„My office is on the fifth floor. Just tell them you want to see Naomi.‟
I smiled again. „Thank you very much, madam.‟
„Good night‟
„Good night, ma‟am.‟
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She had cut off the line. Phew, what a call! I hoped the offer at the national oil company would jell through. It was a place many Nigerians desired to work, including myself. I definitely had to find time to take my credentials there. Fortunately, I was on night shift the following day. I would have to visit that office the following morning.
I was at the reception of the National oil company by ten thirty in the morning. I had filled the visitor‟s book and was told to wait a while. The receptionist called Naomi to inform her that a guy called Ola was around to see her. The lady listened briefly and turned to me.
„Come and wear the visitor‟s tag. Go to floor five, room 007.‟
I attached the tag to my well-ironed and smart looking shirt and joined the short queue waiting for the elevator. When I got to the floor, the first thing I noticed was the very cool atmosphere of the place. It was in contrast with the bakery, which was always very warm.
I knocked on the door of room 007, opened the door and stepped in. A secretary asked me to sit down. Few minutes later, sister Naomi came out with another lady.
„Good morning, madam,‟ I greeted zealously.
„Good morning, Ola. Just a minute.‟
She and the woman left the office. About five minutes later, she was back.
„O ya, Ola, come,‟ she said as she led me to her office. „I hope you‟re not angry that you were kept waiting.‟
„Oh no, ma‟am. I can understand.‟
She sat on her seat and motioned me to chair.
She stretched her hands out. „Can I have the credentials?‟
I had carefully stapled them and put them in an envelope inside my black folder. I handed them to her.
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„Does that mean you don‟t even like me?‟ she asked.
„It‟s not like that,‟ I quickly said. ‟But, I feel it‟s not right. We‟re supposed to be related by marriage.‟
She sighed. „That shouldn‟t stop anything. It shouldn‟t stop us from having feelings for each other.‟
She rubbed her hands on my thigh.
„And this place should be the last place for anyone to see us like this,‟ I said.
„No one will see us,‟ she muttered.
I asked her a question nagging at my mind. „How did you know I was in the toilet?
She smiled and ran her hand on my face. „I had woken up about four o „clock. You came to my mind. I kept thinking about you. Then I heard the sound of a door opening from the bq. I peeped through the window and saw you made your way to the toilet. After some moments, I decided to come around.‟
„You‟re a naughty girl,‟ I said.
„You‟re a naughty boy too,‟ she replied.
I nodded. She was right. If the two of could do what we did, then we were naughty. „But we have to stop it. Let‟s take it that it was a mistake.‟
She made a face but said nothing.
She soon opened one of the books she had brought. But it was obvious she was not there to read. Her toes moved over my legs in teasing way. I tried to be impassive. Despite all her distractions, I managed to maintain calmness.
Two days later, I was at work and it was break time. I sent Sarah, one of our health officers to buy fried rice and chicken for me. When I searched through my wallet to give Sarah money, I saw the complimentary card from the woman I had helped to start her car. I had kept it there that evening when I got home and promptly forgot about it.
I looked closely at the card. Her name read Naomi Dodo, and she worked in the corporate affairs division of national petroleum company. She must be making cool money there, I thought.
I remembered her figure vividly: slim, light in complexion, average height, pretty and petite. That figure and her name certainly reminded me of Naomi Campbell, the ex-super model.
By my reckoning, Naomi Dodo couldn't be less than thirty five and she was most likely married. Should I give her a call?
Well, there should be no harm in that, should there? After all, she asked me to give her a call and she willingly gave me her card. I brought out my phone and dialed her number. Her phone rang but no response. She was probably busy, I thought. I decided I would have to call again at another time and saved her number as Sister Naomi.
Sarah brought my food. „Thank you, Sarah,‟ I told her.
She smiled and went away. The food was delicious. I always ate rice and chicken with relish. I was midway in my eating when my phone rang. It was „Sister Naomi‟ calling back.
„Hello, madam. Good afternoon.‟
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„Good afternoon. I saw your missed call. Please, who is this?‟
„I‟m Ola,‟ I replied. „The guy who assisted in getting your car started a couple of days ago.‟
„O-Okay. How‟re you?‟
„I‟m fine, ma‟am.‟
„Thank you for that day. Is this your number?‟
„Yes.‟
„I‟m kind of busy now. I‟ll still call you, Ola.‟
„Alright, ma‟am.‟
The line was disconnected. I continued with my food. About twenty minutes later, a text message came to my phone. Somebody had transferred two thousand naira worth of airtime to my number. It was from Naomi.
That meant it was 2K she wanted to give me that day. Why did she do this when I had told her not to bother? I shrugged. The airtime would be useful. I decided to send a text message to her to thank her for the gesture. Few minutes later, she replied the text with the simple message: You deserved it.
I continued to do my work conscientiously.
Later in the evening, I was in the study room surfing the internet. Joyce had temporarily moved to the campus as they would soon be writing the semester examination. I received a WhatsApp message from Sister Naomi. „Good evening, how was your day?‟ she asked.
„Fine. What about yours?‟ I promptly replied.
„Great. Where d‟you work, and as what?‟
I smiled to myself. „I work at Glorious bakery as assistant supervisor.‟
„What did you study?‟
„Mechanical Engineering. B.Sc.‟
„Interesting.‟
„Thank you.‟
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There was no reply from her after this. The phone rang. She was the one on the line.
„Hello, Ola.‟
„Good evening madam.‟
„Perhaps, you can bring your c.v and other photocopies of your credentials. Perhaps, something can come up from where I work.‟
I smiled. „I will be grateful, madam.‟
„Find time to bring it to the office at Kofo Abayomi, Victoria Island.‟
„I‟ll do that, ma‟am.‟
„My office is on the fifth floor. Just tell them you want to see Naomi.‟
I smiled again. „Thank you very much, madam.‟
„Good night‟
„Good night, ma‟am.‟
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She had cut off the line. Phew, what a call! I hoped the offer at the national oil company would jell through. It was a place many Nigerians desired to work, including myself. I definitely had to find time to take my credentials there. Fortunately, I was on night shift the following day. I would have to visit that office the following morning.
I was at the reception of the National oil company by ten thirty in the morning. I had filled the visitor‟s book and was told to wait a while. The receptionist called Naomi to inform her that a guy called Ola was around to see her. The lady listened briefly and turned to me.
„Come and wear the visitor‟s tag. Go to floor five, room 007.‟
I attached the tag to my well-ironed and smart looking shirt and joined the short queue waiting for the elevator. When I got to the floor, the first thing I noticed was the very cool atmosphere of the place. It was in contrast with the bakery, which was always very warm.
I knocked on the door of room 007, opened the door and stepped in. A secretary asked me to sit down. Few minutes later, sister Naomi came out with another lady.
„Good morning, madam,‟ I greeted zealously.
„Good morning, Ola. Just a minute.‟
She and the woman left the office. About five minutes later, she was back.
„O ya, Ola, come,‟ she said as she led me to her office. „I hope you‟re not angry that you were kept waiting.‟
„Oh no, ma‟am. I can understand.‟
She sat on her seat and motioned me to chair.
She stretched her hands out. „Can I have the credentials?‟
I had carefully stapled them and put them in an envelope inside my black folder. I handed them to her.
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