By Mr Ben
Misi leaned over the sink and washed the dishes. Her parents were fast asleep, but, sleep had evaded her. She couldn’t remember the last time they had a decent meal and bathed with clean water. She had thought she would work in her father’s company as an accountant when she graduated from the university, but her dreams ended when his friend hijacked the firm. The thought of how her siblings died one after the other consumed her. Everyone turned their backs on them, even those who had benefited from her father’s wealth. It was exactly a year since they had been living on the street, jumping from one uncompleted building to the other. She didn’t want to think of what would have happened to them if the doctor had not rescued them from the angry crowd.
God I cannot thank you enough. E se baba.
“E se o o o, baba oluwa, e se, e se, baba oluwa, e se baba, baba wa, baba e se…” she started to sing and dance.
Bassey strode into the kitchen and found her washing the dishes, singing and dancing. He leaned over the refrigerator and watched her with a
smile on his face. Her voice sounded nice to his ears. He knew the song she was singing, although he doesn’t know the meaning. He had heard
it in church a number of times. She appeared graceful as she moved left, then right, swirling her hips, lost to the world.
Instinctively, Misi sensed that she wasn’t alone. She turned around and found the doctor in the kitchen watching her. She stood still and heard the throbbing of her heart. The loud thuds echoed in her ears. He walked over to the cabinet beside the sink and opened one of the drawers. He brought out a tin of Milo and a tin of Dano milk. He set it on the table and reached out for one of the mugs she had just washed.
She returned her attention to the sink. She wanted to finish washing the dishes, but, her hands refused to respond to the message her brain
I have made a fool of myself. What does he think of me now? He found a crazy girl dancing in his kitchen. Misi, Misi, Misi oooo!
She exhaled loudly when he left after making himself a hot mug of chocolate drink. She bit at her lower lip and started to rinse the bowls she had washed. His face flashed through her mind’s eyes. She recollected that he was actually smiling when he caught her dancing. She made a sign of relief. He definitely didn’t think she was crazy.
Bassey emptied the mug and placed it on the bedside drawer. He changed into his boxers and returned to the bed. Misi’s dancing figure flashed through his mind’s eye. He smiled and closed his eyes. He liked it when people knew how to praise their God. A heart full of thanksgiving was much more valuable than gold. He drifted off to sleep and dreamt about a woman singing and dancing. She called his name and asked him to join her.
Tomisin and Tofunmi sat at the dining with their daughter. They were having breakfast at twelve noon. They woke up late that morning and realized that they were alone in the house. It had been a long time since they had slept that well.
“Do you know if the doctor is still around?” Tofunmi glanced at her daughter.
She met her mother’s gaze and shook her head.
“I think he has gone to work,” Tomisin munched at the toast in his hand.
Misi sipped at her chocolate drink. She could still remember when he caught her singing and dancing in the kitchen. She hoped he had
forgotten. The door bell rang. They looked towards the front door and wondered who it was. She placed her mug on the table and pushed back the chair. She got to her feet and strode to the front door. She unlocked and opened it slightly. A tall young girl stood at the doorway. She looked a bit familiar, but, couldn’t place where she had seen her.
“What are you still doing here?” the girl asked her.
Misi was taken aback by her attitude. Recognition hit her. She had seen the girl talking to the doctor the day he took them home. She
probably lived in the building too.
“Can I help you?”
“No!” the girl eyed her.
Misi looked up at her and shook her head. She could discern that the teenager was a trouble maker, “Doctor Bassey is not home. Come back when he returns.”
“I know that he isn’t home,” she snarled.
Misi folded her arms, “So, what are you doing here?”
“You and your family should go back to wherever you came from. You are not wanted here.”
She was beginning to feel provoked, “Shouldn’t you be in school or something?”
Chinyere hissed and pointed a finger at her, “I know your type. Your charms won’t work on him. He is mine.”
“Oh… I see…” Misi started to laugh. Now she understood the girl. She probably felt threatened by her presence. She definitely had a crush on
“What is so funny?”
“You… little girl.”
Chinyere’s nose flared.
“You are too young for the dating game. You better face your books. In five or six years, you might be ready. Right now, you will only get
She backed away, “I don’t need advice from people like you,” she turned away and ran down the stairs.
Misi stepped back into the flat and closed the door.
Misi lay on the three-settee and dozed off while watching movies on African Magic Urban channel on the television. She opened her eyes and heard the door bell ringing. She blinked and stretched out. A loud yawn escaped her. She sat up and felt worn-out all of a sudden. She yawned again and pushed her weight up. She dragged her lazy self towards the front door and hoped it wasn’t the nosy infatuated teenager again. She peeped through the hole at the center of the wooden door and saw the doctor and someone else standing beside him. She turned the key and pulled the doorknob.
“Welcome doctor, good afternoon ma,” she smiled at the creamy brown skinned lady beside him. If she wasn’t mistaken, she was
unquestionably her age mate.
“Hi, Misi, right?” the lady smiled at her.
“I am Enobong Etim.”
She threw a glance at him, then back at her. Were they related? Come to think of it, there was a slight resemblance between them.
“Please help us with these bags,” Bassey motioned at the Ghana-must-go bags by the door way.
“Okay,” Misi reached out for one of the bags and pulled. It was very heavy. What was in it?
Bassey and Eno pulled the two other bags into the flat.
“Where are your parents?” he asked.
“In the guest room, sleeping,” she responded.
“Okay…” he regarded her, “The clothes, shoes, jewelry, everything in these bags are for you and your parents.”
Misi looked at the big bags, and then stared at him in bewilderment.
Eno observed her. She was delighted that they were able to help the Phillips family.
“Thank you,” she whispered. Her throat tightened and her eyes smarted with tears.
“My sister and my parents donated everything,” he directed his gaze at his younger sister.
“Thank you,” Misi turned towards her, “Please thank your parents for me.”
Eno let out a chortle, “I will.”
“Great, I am going back to work,” Bassey turned around and walked out of the apartment.
“See you later,” Eno shut the door and turned to met Misi’s uncertain stare, “Let’s get these bags to the guest rooms, then, make something
to eat. I am famished.”
“I think these bags have s—-d every iota of the food I ate this morning,” Eno rubbed her tummy.
Misi started to laugh.
“I am serious; I think I have also lost weight.”
She laughed harder and reached out for one of the bags.
Sikemi hurried after her boss the moment he walked into his office.
“Please let Dr. Sylvester know that I am back. He must be exhausted by now,” Bassey instructed her.
“Yes sir, all right sir,” she stood adjacent to the desk.
“You can go,” he took a seat.
Sikemi nodded and turned around. Her high heeled shoes made click sounds on the tiled floor.
Bassey watched her leave the room and leaned against the chair. A relaxed smile lit his face. He felt fulfilled after dropping the bags for Misi and her parents. it was a good thing that his family had helped out. They had also donated furniture and electronics for the two bedrooms flat
he paid for down the street. They would be able to move into the place the next day. He was at peace. Her dancing figure flashed through his mind’s eye. He had not been able to delete the image from his memory. Whether he was asleep or awake, she seemed to linger in his thoughts. It was the first time in two years that he had thought of someone else other than his ex, Lovejoy. His chest tightened with pains.
Although he had gotten over her, her lack of trust and his friend’s betrayal gnawed at him like an old wound. He doubted if he was ready to trust another. Maybe in another year or two, he would be able to give his heart away again. He was already thirty-five and his parents were not pleased with his single status. It wasn’t his fault. He would have been married if not that his ex called off the wedding. He pushed the unpleasant thoughts away and scanned through the files on his table.
He got out of his car and saw Chinyere and the ladies living opposite his flat standing a few feet away. Were they waiting for him?
What do they want now? He was exhausted and peckish. He trusted his sister to have prepared something. She doesn’t play with her tummy. He locked the car and headed for the one storey building.
“Good evening doctor,” they followed him.
“Evening ladies,” he tried to smile, but it didn’t reach his eyes.
“Doctor, Chinyere told us that you are accommodating those riff raffs who used to live in that uncompleted building down the street,” Halima snorted.
He sighed and moved his head from side to side.
This girl needs to be spanked with a very long, thick, and… and…
“You don’t know what they are capable of, it is very risky,” Simisola chimed in.
He remained mum and climbed the stairs. They scrambled after him, trying to get noticed.
“Some of these people use charms on men and enslave them.”
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