"Congratulations. You've gotten yourself a job."

These words rolled like balls of foofoo slick with okro soup from the tobacco stained lips of the madam.
She smiled, showing yellow teeth.
"This will be rewarding for both of us. I'm sure."

That was three days ago.
Now Temiloluwa, or Temi as what's left of the friends she once had would call her, is ready for her third day at the job.

It's quite easy. Waitressing. You meet the customers. You take their orders. You relay it to the kitchen. You collect the meals on a tray and serve.
Wash. Rinse. Repeat.
Its a big restaurant, gigantic even, this place called Madam K's. There's a signboard outside that claims the restaurant would cater to one's every hunger. Its a very odd phrase...

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