MAGICAL MONDAYS WITH KREATE
on Sunday. Kissing and coitus had followed. We had discussed her job and how much I disliked mine. She had told me that most of my team would warm up to me eventually. More kissing and coitus had ensued.
By the time the bus pulled to a stop at the semi-busy city Centre, my spirits were elevated. I ran into my line manager, a tall formidable-faced blonde, at the apron cabinet.
Taking a seat, I replayed the events of the last two hours. I smiled ruefully and my head shook simultaneously. It was as if karma had chosen the worst moment to strike me for some unknown wrong perpetrated in a distant past. My heart felt like it held anchors. I needed to speak to someone. I pulled out my mobile and rang Sumbo’s number. After a couple of rings, it went to voicemail. My throat felt dry and a surge of pain ripped through my upper back, nevertheless I spoke: ‘I have been dismissed from work.’
Edna had gone on vacation to the Island in Greece and she would be returning in another two weeks. But this couldn’t wait. I scrambled out of the bed and Tubosun stirred but didn’t wake up. I picked up my mobile phone and tip-toed out of the bedroom into the living room.
Funny noises escaped my belly. But first things first: It was time for a run.
her tracks, and gave me a brief kiss on the lips. There was worry in her eyes.
‘Is there a –’ I was saying before catching that worried expression in her eyes. ‘Sumbo, you can talk to me, you know. You’ve been my shoulder to lean on and my voice of reason during this trying period. Let me be yours. And if I can’t provide a solution, I can listen. A problem shared is a problem half solved.’She hesitated then said: ‘I’ll tell you, but not now.’ Adrien was heading our way with a tray containing a glass of what seemed to be orange juice.
said: Silly boy, I might be able to help you -’ ‘Will you be my man?’ Edna interrupted, laughing. Adrien was laughing too. ‘I agreed immediately though I was unsure of what that meant. But I took rest in the question: what harm could she possibly do?’
The rest of dinner went on smoothly. I noticed Sumbo was picking her food. Her mind was definitely somewhere else.
Kreate is a budding Nigerian writer with a flair for fiction. Writing for him began sometime in secondary school where he dabbled in poetry and plays. He has authored two self-published short novels.
He is a banker and lives in Surulere. Read more interesting pieces at KREATEATALE