Chapter 3: The Fine Boss and Second Thoughts

Whether e late or not, I don already stand for Mr. Jide office.

To talk true, this Mr. Jide fine no be here. If to say fine dey win award, e for collect am for this Lagos.

Shoulder wide.

Waist slim.

And that him yansh...

Today, I no see am well.

But as I don dey observe before, e go sweet to slap am small.

"Ahem."

That throat-clear bring me back to reality.

"You need something?"

Mr. Jide no even look up, e just dey turn file for hand slow slow.

I try form humble: "Oga, you see that letter wey I drop today..."

"I see am."

Him voice cold as usual.

I begin panic, but I no wan show am too much:

"Even if you see am, no be anything, na just..."

"Just wetin?"

He close the file, adjust him gold-rimmed glasses, wey I no even know when he wear am.

E sharp.

My hand dey shake small, I no sure if I fit talk am face to face. Of course, I wan collect my resignation letter back.

If na sack, I go fit waka with better money.

Shey na your abs I suppose dey eye under your shirt, or the way your yansh dey bounce for chair?

No make sense.

"I talk say I go reason am."

Mr. Jide finally look me for face, him eye get meaning: "You dey rush?"

"Yes." Na so e just comot from my mouth.

I waka go front, close gap between us.

I talk am again, soft: "Oga, I dey rush well well."

Mr. Jide shock small, e ear come red tiny.

"Mm, I hear you."

"I go still reason am more."

I drop my voice:

"Oga, abeg no need to reason again."

As I near am like this, I see the way him Adam apple move sharp.

Kai, e dey hot.

"Wetin dey?"

Him voice make me jump back to sense.

"I don decide to collect am back first."

"I just write am play, na mistake make I send am."

"No be say I mean am."

Na so him face squeeze.

You see? He don dey reason am since, still no gree, even as I come office chase am, e still dey think.

Now wey I talk say I wan withdraw my resignation, I fit finally breathe well.

No be say he wan make I go.

But e get as e be.

Even though the work soft, benefit better, and he fine die—na that one pain me pass.

But,

I no fit continue again.

I don dey burn night candle dey write, my body dey fail me, I no fit again.

Besides, my writing money dey enough for me to survive.

So I just wan resign, go rest for house small.

Na that moment, one mosquito just fly near ear, I slap neck, comot hand quick. Even mosquito dey this office get mind. Life na wa.