[b]If you missed the part three (3), read it HERE!!!
I could not enter my house before I rushed down to Fiwasaye's shop, I stopped and paid Mama Sikira my debt and also Bello. Bello was the mei tea at my junction.I would buy tea, noodles and bread and package it inside either Captain cook, Take away or chicken republic nylon. Don't ask me where I got them, I could be lucky to eat lunch there once in few months but to my neighbours, I eat there everyday! Fake life was the best to me! A lot of people accorded me with respect because I knew how best to"package" myself.
On getting to Fiwa's shop, I greeted her and handed her the sum of five thousand naira.
"Corporate Ashawo, wetin b dis"
"Stop calling me that! You have customers now" I replied angrily.
"No one is listening"
"Does that matters, walls have ears"
"Where you c money"
"How much am I owing"
"Who's spending #5
in this period"
"You still have 1,235"
"Keep the change" I replied feeling fly
"Riri, who have you money"
"Iwa, you won't believe I'll be getting married soon" pardon me readers, In the "packaging" business, there is something you must know how to do well, it's "lying"... I, Aderinola can sell the whole Nigeria with lies. I' was born,bred and buttered in " LIES". My father could lie and my mother was always his witness so as we, the children.
"Who will marrying our Almighty corporate..."
"Shut it!" I shut her off
"Who is marrying our Riri" she asked rolling her eyes. She knew all my tactics, she was the torn in my flesh. She knew me better than my parents and she rolling her eyes meant one thing, She does not believe me.
I left Fiwa's shop and took a bike to Chuks, my makeup customer at the market. I was owing him the total sum of #550
which I paid and bought my loose powder and some essentials.(if you will agree with me: as either a makeup artist, or a makeup lover,never take more than you've budgeted to a makeup shop/studio or else you end up spending more than you have? I got some foodstuffs and soup ingredients and when I got home that evening, I had less than #2000.
I was nervous that I could not sleep all through the night expecting Shina's cal which seems like a dream not coming true. I was home the next day after feigning sick to my neighbours. I decided against calling Shina and the day ended without a call or visit from him.I was disappointed throughout the week not seeing Shina and after a whole week of mourning Shina, I chose to move on. I dusted my CV and my trekking shoes and went back to the street. I was working down the street of GRA one hot Thursday afternoon lost in my own thoughts when a red car stopped by,at first I paid less attention to the car and walked passed it until the driver horned, I stopped to look at the driver but it was a tinted glass, knocked repeatedly but no response. I tried peeping through the tinted glass but all I could see is a couple arguing so I moved on,the car followed so I decided to pick a bike home. I had to borrow money from Mama Sikira to pay the biker rider. It was some minutes to 7 when a call came in and the caller asked to me to come outside. I was so eager to know who it was so I went so immediately
To be Continued...