How is this possible? I thought to myself. This door was always locked. I kept staring at my boss’ toilet until the surge came again and this time there was no more room for thoughts.I rushed in, closed the door and took off my suit in one action.
As if his brain had suddenly re-booted itself again, with one burst of energy, Segun rushed to the victim of the car accident, who laid helplessly bleeding on the floor, picked her up and put her at the back seat of his spacious G-Wagon. The victim’s sister then climbed the front passenger’s seat as Segun drove to the nearest hospital around, what kept on going on in his mind was “God please don’t let her die, please God”
It wasn’t my fault I was laid off, discarded like a worn, dirty rag if I were speaking the truth, but it seems the truth couldn’t save me from being called a thief by the chairman, who had once told me that I was the future of the company. In his own words, “you young bloods are what this paper needs” And truly, I had the nose for front page news.
This feels like a dream come true!! Felicia looked resplendent in her bright white wedding gown as she walked down the aisle. She paused for a second as she stared at his clean shaven face, the smile on her face widening, as she struggled not to let the tears destroy her beautiful make-up. I can’t…
A man wearing a blue and black head warmer, dressed up in a black vest and a blue jean was screaming at the taxi driver with a gun in his hand, I leaned forward to make out an image of his face, but I jerked bark when the angry looking man’s gun went off. I almost died in the cab. No, I think I died and came back. The only thought on my mind was that my taxi driver had been shot.
When a few benevolent women praised my efforts, my hardened face gave way to a brief superficial smile, mostly so I don’t come across as rude. Gradually, it came to an end. I took out my phone from my pocket and placed it on the sink to play some of my favourite music, just to lighten my mood. More dirty plates were brought in. I washed them, moving my body subtly to the rhythm of the song playing.