On the day Rosemary entered my life, I was sitting in my office staring at the computer.
I had my earphones on and was listening to music, my swivel chair was reclined, my eyes shut and my cup of coffee cradled on my chest.
There was a knock and, before I could collect myself, the door opened and in walked Ibinabo with a lady in tow.
“Hey Bobo, how you dey?” He pulled out the extra seat in my office and offered it to her.
Ibinabo is a living ball of energy. He seems to always be in motion, caroming all over the place with little regard for personal space.
I rolled my eyes.
“Hey Ibinabo, what’s good?” I didn’t bother keeping the annoyance from my voice.
“Na my sister I say make I carry come greet you,” he gestured to the lady.
I looked at her and our eye met and I was jolted upright, surprising myself. The air seemed to have been sucked out of the room and my breathing quickened. My heart raced and I couldn’t fathom why. She lowered her eyes.
“See Bobo, she don tey for house no job. Anything you fit do for am I go appreciate,” and he turned to her. “This na Mr. Bobo, naim be the oga here…”
She wouldn’t look at me. Instead, she clenched her hands on her laps where they lay.
“Please relax,” I said to her. My voice was a croak. I swallowed and tried again. “The way you’re sitting like you’re ready to bolt at the slightest is making me uncomfortable, and this is my office.” I tried to make a joke, but my voice quavered.
“I’m sorry sir,” she said.
My pants were suddenly tighter.
What’s going on?
“Ibinabo, you know what’s up. We are all set here at the moment, but if there’s any opening I will let you know.”
“No wahala Bobo, I know say as e don reach your table it is settled.”
When they left I couldn’t get up like I normally would when a lady left me.
I thought about her and the visit for some time, and then forgot about it.
- Hello, Bobo speaking. How may I help you?
- Oga, this is security. There’s someone here to see you.
I wasn’t expecting anybody, but because of the job I did people came through regularly to make enquiries and such.
- Please let the person in.
“Yes, do come in.” I said when I heard the knock.
A security man held the door open and showed the person behind him in.
She walked in and my reaction was the same as the day before.
“Thank you,” I said to the security man. To her I said “please sit,” pointing to the chair she sat on just a day ago.
“Good afternoon sir,” she said as she perched on the edge of the chair.
“Good afternoon, how are you?”
“I’m good sir. Mr. Ibinabo asked me to bring my CV to you, sir.” She pulled out a brown manila envelope from her handbag.
I pulled out the sheets of paper and flipped through, not seeing anything.
“May I offer you a drink?” My chest felt like I had run up a flight of steps.
“No thank you, sir.”
“So, tell me about yourself,” I said
This is a bad idea.
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