It was finally weekend and Phoebe was more than glad and relieved to dive into the joys that two free days had to offer even though she had just started working at Jeremy’s Oghosa Consulting Firm. She loved her job undoubtedly, the last five days at work had been exciting for her despite the little hurdles she had encountered but she was determined to make the best out of it all. Phoebe stretched from her bed and yawned noisily, she knelt down beside her bed and said a five minutes prayer after which she scrambled into her bathroom to wash off. While at it, her phone began to ring from her dressing table where she had dropped it.
“Who is calling me oo” she said aloud to herself with foam in her mouth as she scrubbed her toothbrush against her teeth. Before she could finish up and pick up the call, the caller had ended it. It was an unknown number,
It might be that stupid Mr Holland … this man is trying me oo
The call came again, she hesitated but answered eventually
“Hello” came her small voice with a grim expression
“Hey girlfriend. I’m in town” came an overly excited female voice at the other end
“Who else will it be?”
“Oh my Goodness, Natasha..you’re in Nigeria?” Phoebe screamed excitedly
“Yes baby girl. I came back yesterday. I miss Naija food and sun jare.. the cold there is just too much”
“You have no idea how happy I am that you’re back. I missed you so much”
“Same here babes. Abeg can you come over to my house today by 1pm? you’re still in Benin, aren’t you?”
“You don’t need to tell me, I’m coming right away.
Immediately after the call, Phoebe dashed into the bathroom and had a quick bath. She selected a royal blue straight off-shoulder gown, it was breathtaking but simple still, it had crystal stones on its neckline. She had bought it from one of her NYSC friends who imported and sold wears and hairs, she was such a great marketer that she had made even a conservative Phoebe buy just an evening gown for 25k but the beauty of the gown was almost worth the price though.
On a normal day I won’t be wearing this gown to go see a friend, but knowing who Natasha is. I have to wear it and show her I also wear expensive things too. Her own is too much jare but I really missed her
Phoebe saw her mother praying aloud as she walked into the sitting room, she was shouting on top of her voice and panting as she kept on praying and clapping her hands simultaneously, she had only wrapper on, tied from above her breast. Her face was damp despite the fan that was blowing on the highest speed. She didn’t hear her praying from her room because the doors were sound proof.
‘…any power from my late husband’s family that wants to kill me or my daughter like it killed my husband Ah Osanobua..
‘…powers from my late husband’s family working against my progress and the progress of my business will die in the name of Jesus..’
Phoebe glared at her mother in awe
Why is she centred on my late father’s family?
“Osato, oya come and join me and pray” Her mother beckoned opening her eyes slightly
“No ma, continue your prayers. I’ve prayed already”
My mother is the kind of woman, that can pray for as long as one houralmost bringing down the whole building with her voice this minute and go and gossip the next minute. Plus she can pray forever but tell her to go to Church, then she will start explaining to you that we don’t need to go to Church, we can pray in our houses and save our offerings from those thieves that call themselves Pastors.. my mother is a case but I can’t love her less
Natasha’s father’s house was an expensive and modern Duplex, it was located in GRA Benin city. She had been here once during her undergraduate days when Natasha had invited she and some other friends from school for her twentieth birthday party, the party was extremely extravagant, that was one of the parties she remembered eating and drinking till she began rejecting anything edible. Out of all her four cliques of friend and herself, Natasha’s family was the wealthiest, she always had something new and expensive to showcase to her friends and looked down on every other person’s things, they were either too cheap or too ugly. Although she was the most annoying out of all her friends back in school yet she had the best heart. It was only she and Natasha that lived in Benin amongst all her friends, others came from different parts of the Country to study in the great University of Benin.
Immediately after school, Natasha’s politician father had sent her out of the Country to do a two year course in Management. She was just back in Nigeria after two and half years in England.
The security man ushered her into the compound and led her to the air conditioned waiting room before going into the main house to inform her friend of her arrival.
Money is good sha.. I have to wait in a waiting room to see my friend. God abeg I’m not allergic to money oo
“Phoebe!” Natasha ran in excitedly and flung her hands round her friend
“I missed you so much babes”
“I’m so happy to see you again potash” they both laughed as they remembered a Lecturer who nicknamed Natasha ‘potash’ because she couldn’t give a correct answer of what it meant when asked by the Lecturer and funny enough it sounded almost like her name.
“You don’t look bad at all” Natasha complimented as she assessed her
“Thanks babes. But how I look is zero compared to how you look, your skin. Wow.. girl abroad is good oo” Natasha laughed, though Natasha was dressed in just denims and a T-shirt, she still looked as fashionable and beautiful as always. Her short hair was dyed gold and she had a nose earring on the left side of her nose, she had even added a little flesh and looked spotless
“Come on in dear. My Boyfriend and his friend are around” she led Phoebe into the exquisite all white sitting room.
Gosh.. this is breathtaking
“I must confess Natty, your house is beautiful!! the exterior and interior are one in a million”
“All thanks to my big sis, she’s an interior designer. She designed the whole house” she replied grinning
“Oh, Sophia. How’s she by the way?”
“She’s fine and happily married now. She resides in SA with her husband now”
All these rich people once money enter their hand like this ehn, they will just run away to other Countries. What is wrong with Nigeria now.. I wonder. Now what’s the difference between Nigeria and South Africa.
“Oh that’s great”
“Phoebe meet my boyfriend Brown, and his, no.. our friend Kelvin.” She turned to the guys “Baby, Kelvin, meet Phoebe, my friend from school in Nigeria” Natasha introduced breathlessly. Brown was cool and friendly, he welcomed her warmly in his British accent and smiled often while the other friend, she could sense had a bit of pride.
“You may have your seat Phoebe”
“So I’ll get us something to drink. Since I’m home alone, we’ll be having crazy fun today.. Wait for it guys” Natasha blurted out in excitement and darted into the kitchen, she reappeared again.
“Our drinks will be brought in a jiffy”
“Sweetheart, don’t you think we should go out on a date instead.The four of us together, Kelvin could pair with Phoebe, isn’t that better?”
“Yeah baby, that’s..”
“I should pair with a stranger? are you guys crazy?” Kelvin retorted instantly
“Kelvin,? what do you mean by that? Phoebe is my friend for goodness sake”
“I don’t know her, that’s the point Natasha”
“Have you lost the plot man? that’s wonky, you don’t refer to a Lady that way man” Brown scolded his friend in his British accent.
From the first time I set my eyes on him, I didn’t like this Kelvin guy. He’s just too proud and arrogant, now look at what he’s saying. Can you imagine.. I don’t blame him. I won’t say a word just because of Natasha and her boyfriend. See as he be like spoilt mango. Mtttchewww
“I’m really sorry Phy, don’t mind Kelvin. He’s just a spoilt brat” Natasha apologized on his behalf.
“Why the fuck are you apologizing? I only told ya my mind one off. You up for..”
“Now you will shut up and admit your wrong and stop proving to be right!” Phoebe couldn’t believe she just spoke back at Kelvin, not just that but she did it rudely
“Are you talking to me?” Kelvin’s face turned red and Phoebe’s eyes widened as her mouth went dry.
(to be continued..)