The kettle started to whistle which meant that the water in it had reached its boiling point of 100°c, the kettle was atop of a burner with its mouth facing the door of the kitchen. Phoebe turned off the gas and picked up a mug from the kitchen table at the centre of the kitchen, she poured some of the water from the kettle into her mug and picked up a spoon from the spoon rack. The kitchen was small but housed all the necessary equipment needed in a kitchen and her mom had insisted the kitchen was given a touch of blue as blue was her favorite colour, so the kitchen was eventually painted with sky blue and splashes of white.
Phoebe strolled into the sitting room with the mug in her hands, fairly furnished and divided into a sitting room with three sofas and a two seater, walls clothed in yellow and brown, interiors spat coffee brown and gold, a 24 inches plasma TV hung at the right side of the wall from the kitchen. And the other division was the dining table which anyone coming out of the kitchen would burst right into, it had six dining chairs surrounded with beverages and a loaf of sliced bread carefully arranged on the table. She sat on one of the dining chairs and reached for the pack of powdered milk, she shook its content and sighed
“Oh no! not again. I bought this pack of milk two weeks ago, now it’s almost finished”
My name is Phoebe, I’m 24 years old and I’m a second class upper graduate of Business Administration at the University of Benin, I live with my mother alone in a two bedroom apartment while my father is late ‘God bless his soul’. Well, I’m what you call an introverted extrovert I love the luxury of life like partying but at the same time I love to have my space alone to reflect. I love my mother but I don’t like it when she calls me by my native name, I prefer to be called Phoebe and not..
“Good morning mom” She turned to greet her mom as she approached the dining table from the room opposite which served as her room, next to it was another room which obviously was hers
“How was your night my dear?”
“Fine ma, how was yours too?”
“We thank God. You’re already dressed for work, I thought you were supposed to resume work by 8 o’clock, this is just 6:34am” her mom glanced at the round clock facing west of the sitting room.
“I don’t want to take chances. It’s my first day at work, I need to be punctual plus I have to beat the traffic” She responded as she took a bite of sliced bread in her hand
“That’s true my dear”
Her mother adjusted her wrapper which was tied beneath her cream night gown and her hair was packed into a hair net, she was chubby, middle aged and dark in complexion unlike Phoebe who was fair in complexion and slim.
“You remind me so much about your father, you resemble him with so many things that you even eat like him”
“Mom please don’t start again, I’ll be late for work” she pushed back her chair as she carried her empty mug to the kitchen
Her mother chuckled “Don’t worry, when you come back, I have gist for you” Phoebe rolled her eyes.
My mother and gist sha, she can close her shop at the market just to go and meet her gist partner, mama Efe for tori. Anytime that one comes over, I know better than to give them their time alone for their discussions which can span for over four hours. This used to be the major cause of misunderstandings between my Parents before my father died two years ago, he hated her talk talk attitude and always warned me against taking after her.
Phoebe re-entered with a black D&G handbag in her hand to complement her orange shiffon top and black fitted straight skirt and black flat shoes.
“I’m set to go, mom”
“You look dazzling my dear, as always” her mother smiled brightly.
“Thanks mom” she pecked her mother “Bye”
“Bye dear and good luck on your first day at work”
“Thank you ma” she replied as she sauntered out of the sitting room in calculated steps
Like my mother said, I look dazzling as always, you can bet I know just how to look good anytime and anywhere. Any fashion inclined person who sees me in my outfit especially with my D&G bag would know I’m no amateur when it comes to fashion. The D&G black handbag was actually a gift on my birthday from one of my toasters who happened to be a yahoo boy back in my undergraduate days, you should trust I sucked the bobo dry without even saying yes to him..lol..Benin girls no dey dull too.
Phoebe walked briskly to the bus park which had people scattered all over it, loaded buses and other vehicles were moving at high speed past the bus park, empty and half filled buses going to different destinations clustered around with people in different queues lined up in front of the bus heading to their destination as they entered one after the other. Some hawkers were already at their jobs, as they walked around displaying their wares for sale, few shops were open while majority still locked waiting for their owners to realize they have business to attend to. Phoebe looked around for the bus that was going her direction, her search was brought to an end as she heard an elderly driver bellowing ‘Airport road’, she immediately found her way amidst the queue and in no time, the bus was filled and ready to leave as soon as he had collected each passenger’s fare. Phoebe sat in between a woman with a baby clutched at her back and a suited young man who seemed to be on his way to work as well, the ride to her new place of work was quiet and almost without any traffic jam. She alighted in front of Jeremy Oghosa Consulting Firm which was situated along the busy Airport road.
Here comes the new Business Consultant of Jeremy Oghosa Consulting Firm, this feels sooo good😀, please wish me luck!!
Phoebe glanced at her wrist watch, the time was 7:48am. She took a sharp breath and opened the gate to the firm.
(to be continued…)