Forever and always

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All characters in this book have no existence outside the imagination of the author and have no relation whatsoever to anyone bearing the same name or names. They are not even distantly inspired by any individual known or unknown to the author, and all incidents are pure invention.

Adetola Williams

I quickly alighted from the cab and gave the cab driver his fare. He smiled at me with his brownish yellow set of uneven teeth, blared his horn and zoomed off. That was the beginning of his own Monday morning.

I adjusted my suit and checked my simple make up again with my phone's mirror, satisfied with how I looked, I heaved a deep sigh and wished myself good luck.


It was the beginning of my new job, I had submitted my application to Heritage Bank few months ago but only got called few weeks back that I had gotten the job. Banking wasn't really my thing, in fact I had not for a minute thought I would end up in a bank. I studied Food science and Technology at the University of Jos, I had hoped I would work at one of the food production and branding in Lagos but I had given up after four failed attempts. My mom who had been on my neck to apply to a job wouldn't let me be until I found something doing. Well, I just hoped within that this banking Job was it.

I was about walking up to a lady whose face looked more calm serene when my phone vibrated, it was my mom. I hastily took big strides to one corner of the bank a few customers were busy filling slips and picked the call. Pouting my lips, I whispered an Hello!

"Adetola, have you gotten there? Have you met the people there? How are they? Have you been shown around? Talk now" my mom's voice came through.


"Mommy! May I remind you that I am twenty-four years old and not fourteen!" I barked at her as I tightened my fists in anger.