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|The Small Print - Abimbola Dare. by tspbook: 5:18pm On Jan 23, 2012|
Good afternoon all,
I would like to share with you the opening chapter of Abimbola Dare's book - The small print. This book was released late last year on amazon.com, amazon.co.uk, smashwords.com as an e-book. Paperback copies will soon be available in good stores around Nigeria, and by mail. Please enjoy and do let me know if you are interested in purchasing the full e-copy. I can be reached on Thesmallprintebook@gmail.com for further details of the book. Yemi.
The small print
The Small Print is a work of fiction. Names, images, characters, places and incidents are either the
product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales,
organizations, or persons living or dead is entirely coincidental and beyond the intent of either the author
or publisher. Trust in the LORD with all your heart,
And lean not on your own understanding;
In all your ways acknowledge Him,
And He shall direct your paths.
~ Proverbs 3: 5-6 NKJV
The moment he stepped into room 101 and saw Jennifer Lennox sitting behind the polished
mahogany table, Wale Ademola knew he was a dead man. He shut the glass panelled door behind him
with a click and glared. It had to be an illusion. He checked again. Nope. This was for real. She was
here. What on earth was his ex-wife doing in his office?
“Good morning Wale.” The woman sitting next to Jennifer spoke first. Her name was Coleen
something from HR. She’d interviewed him only last year, at the start of his job as a temp
administrator. She peered at him. “Is something wrong?
He started to come forward, stumbled and bumped into a stationery cupboard. “Sorry. I… I
must have the wrong room. I am here for a promotion interview for the trainee project manager
position.” It had to be the wrong room.
Coleen waved a piece of paper at him. “You didn’t get the confirmation email?”
He nodded. His mind swirled with questions and he tried his best to look relaxed. Had Jennifer
traced him to London? Or was this a nightmare?
Coleen gave a reassuring smile. “It will be over before you know it.”
My life will be over before you know it. “Uh-huh.”
Jennifer gave nothing away with her expression, and when she glanced at him it was like she
was looking right through him. As though he wasn’t even there. She shifted in her seat and the aqueous
floral scent of her perfume smacked his nostrils. He coughed, spluttered. He’d given her the fragrance
for her twenty- eighth birthday last year, a day before he – should he say left her? He dropped his
gaze to the table.
“You look a tad bit uncomfortable,” Coleen said, concern brimming on the edge of her voice.
“Take a seat.” She gestured at the only vacant chair in the room.
In front of Jennifer? God forbid bad thing. He sagged into the chair like an invalid. “Thank
Beads of perspiration beneath his armpits prickled. Trouble had landed in his backyard. Jealous
enemies from his village in Nigeria had chosen the best time to strike their juju, African black magic.
Wale mentally sent a curse in return. Thunder fire them all. Including Jennifer Lennox.
Jennifer tossed a stray lock of curled blond hair away from her face and held out her
hand. Obviously, his curse did not work. “Mister Ademola,” she said. “An absolute pleasure to meet
Mister? Her performance deserved a standing ovation. He sat up straight with a tight grin,
convinced his expression must look like one on a mug shot. “Same here.” His hands remained on the
table, numb. If Jennifer noticed, she didn’t react. She turned to Coleen. “Ready when you are.”
“We almost cancelled the interview when Maryann called in sick.” Coleen gave Jennifer a
grateful nod. “Thank your stars that Andrea came in on a short notice. She will lead the interview.”
Andrea? A chill spread across his body. Jennifer changed her name? He swallowed. “T-that’s
Jennifer pointed to the jug on the table. “Water?”
Her nails were perfectly manicured, as always, metallic blue with silver sparkles.
Rat poison would be perfect. “No. No thanks.”
She sipped water from her glass. “I will allow you a few minutes to get yourself together.”
|Re: The Small Print - Abimbola Dare. by tspbook: 10:19am On Jan 24, 2012|
Wale squinted at the window. Determined rays from the sun streamed into the room even
though it was barely ten. Somewhere down below, a car tire scrunched against the asphalt. The engine
of a bus shuddered to a stop and the doors hissed open. Stall owners’ voices were faint in the distance
as they paraded sun hats and ice-lollies. A perfect summer day. Why hadn’t he called in sick?
Cancelled the interview?
“Did you bring your identification documents?” Coleen asked.
He snapped his head up. “Documents?”
“Yes. I included the list of acceptable documentation in the email.” She looked a bit irritated.
Crap. He’d been hoping she’d forget. “Do you have to see it now?”
Coleen’s apologetic smile had a life span of about a nanosecond. “Immigration rules.”
“Uh, of course.” Wale shoved a reluctant hand into his bosom pocket. He fished out a passport
that had once been vibrantly green and shook it lightly. The frayed edges coughed out a small cloud of
thick, black powder.
He forced a smile. “I dropped it in a pile of soot on my way here.” Yeah right. More like good
luck charm from Nigeria to distract immigration officers at Heathrow from staring too hard at the
passport. They were usually wary of visitors like him coming into the UK: Immigrants with no
prospects of ever returning to their country of origin. The charm had worked. Despite the filth, they
hadn’t asked a question when he’d presented it. He placed the document into Coleen’s open hand.
“Here you go.”
“You are a Nigerian citizen?” Coleen asked. She blew away some more of the black powder
and flipped to the middle page. She studied the page for a long moment. Wale kept his focus on the
space behind her head. To the right was an old Xerox photocopier churning out documents with an
industrious hum. He stared at the papers as they floated unto the receiving tray, counting in sync with
slow eye movements.
“Your UK residence permit is a temporary one? Expires in eight months?” Coleen’s eyebrows
rose in a probing arc. “This is a permanent position.”
Wale swallowed, wiped his palms on his thigh. “I will be entitled to a permanent residency real
Jennifer suddenly perked up, fluffed the ruffles of the stripped orange shirt underneath her suit.
“You certainly will. Won’t you?” Her Irish accent was more pronounced than usual. As it often was
when she wanted to be sarcastic.
He stared pointedly at Coleen. “Syms & Syms offers work permits to foreign workers right? I
was thinking of-”
“We don’t.” Coleen cut in with a frown. “Not anymore. We exceeded our quota for work
permits last week. Are you expecting to get a work permit from us?”
Last week? Talk about bad luck. “No I am not. I was just asking for information purposes. My,
uh, wife is a British citizen.” silly answer.
“If you are sure, I guess we can proceed.” Coleen looked at him as though she did not entirely
“Hundred percent.” Wale nodded vigorously. “You have nothing to worry about.”
Jennifer’s cold, cerulean eyes pierced Coleen with a look. “The applicant is an illegal
immigrant, and the interview will continue?” She gave half a chuckle. “Is that how Syms & Syms
Her words stabbed his gut. Illegal Immigrant.
Coleen’s eyes flicked between them as if to question Jennifer’s sudden coldness. “Andrea, until
Wale’s visa runs out, he cannot be considered an illegal immigrant and will be treated fairly. Trust me,
when his visa expires, we will know. And we will deal with it then.” She slid the passport across the
table. Wale failed to catch it and the document smacked against the ceramic floor and landed by his
Coleen continued. “Let’s get on with the interview?”
Jennifer spread her arms out as if to say “whatever.”
The veins in Wale’s head throbbed. Why didn’t he hit the delete key when the cursed job advert
landed in his inbox? Because he was an over ambitious with a bank account the size of a dried
pimple, that’s why.
Coleen looked at him, an expectant expression on her face. “Well?”
He sighed with weariness, feeling as though he was about to be strapped to an electric chair for
a crime he did not commit. Finally he nodded. “I am ready.”
“Africa!” Wale’s colleague called out as soon as he returned to the main office floor of Syms &
Syms, the IT project management consulting firm that employed him. Wale groaned as Q stumbled
through scurrying assistants and ringing phones towards the cubicle they shared. Q’s real name was
Quaddam, but everyone called him Q. They had been working in the same department- Admin and
Supplies- since Wale started at the company. Unlike Wale, Q loved the brain- deadening post office
runs, monotonous stationary upkeep and general servitude to the entire company that had been their
duties for a little over a year. The position gave Q an opportunity to be the first to hear office gossip
while it was still sizzling. On the bright side, Q’s enthusiasm usually made Wale’s days slightly shorter
and more bearable. But not today.
“Get lost Q,” Wale muttered. “And stop calling me Africa.”
Q gripped a bunch of manila files under his arm as though his life depended on it. “Not until I
finish my investigation.” He wheeled a spare chair close and slammed his files on top of Wale’s desk,
unsettling the dust around the pen holders.
“What is it?” Wale asked. He reached for a copy of the IT News magazine on his desk, and
hoped that Q would take a hint and get lost.
“Andrea Lennox interviewed you,” Q said, hardly noticing his lack of enthusiasm.
“She left a massive IT firm in Manchester to help shape things up here for a few months.”
“Why travel all the way from Manchester to London? Syms & Syms has never been in the
Times top hundred IT companies to work for.” Q let out a chuckle. “Or top five thousand.”
“Your point is?”
“My point is why?”
Wale returned to the magazine and manipulated it; moving his hands across the images at a snail’s
pace. ”I don’t know. Leave me alone.”
Q nodded but didn’t shift from his position. ”I see the interview didn’t go well?”
“It was a blast.” Wale replied in perfect monotone. “Go away.”
“Feisty.” Q wiggled his index finger. “Don’t worry, Wale. You’ll get the job you have always
wanted. Then you will get promoted and leave me here all by myself.”
Wale placed his palm on his chest and feigned distress. “I’m heartbroken.”
“Okay.” Q sat bolt upright. “One more question and I am gone.”
“Are you and Andrea related in any way, shape or form?” Q’s beady eyes shone with curiosity.
Adrenaline propelled Wale out of his seat. “Me and Jen-Andrea related? Why would you think
“Just answer me.”
“Why do you Africans answer questions with questions?”
“Are you going to talk or not?”
“See what I mean?”
Wale took a deep breath. “This is not the time to muck about.”
Q tapped his chin and stared at the ceiling as though his answer was engrained in the perforated
tiles. Finally, he lowered his head and said, “I just ordered an ID card for the new project manager.”
“In her passport, her surname is hyphenated.”
Wale’s heart thumped. “What has that got to do with the price of fish?”
“Wait till I tell you,” Q said and then paused.
“I am waiting.”
“The first half of her name is the same as yours.”
“Her full name is Andrea Ademola- Lennox.”
The room whirled. Wale closed his eyes. “No. No way.”
“Yep,” Q said. “I saw it myself. Now what was that about the price of fish?”
|Re: The Small Print - Abimbola Dare. by X_factor(f): 8:27pm On Jan 25, 2012|
I really loved this story. Thanks for sharing it. Great writing. It feels real authentic and has me quite curious.
Oh and by the way:
My blog, Fabulosity Reads, has been nominated as a contender for this writing blog award. Would you please vote for me. I'd be so thrilled to get yours!!
|Re: The Small Print - Abimbola Dare. by tspbook: 5:41pm On Jan 31, 2012|
many thanks for the kind words. the e-book is available for sale and the paperback will be out shortly. I shall check out your blog. cheers
|Re: The Small Print - Abimbola Dare. by Peaceworld(m): 6:00pm On Jan 31, 2012|
Check out THE BLACK BOOK's trailer now on Youtube. On sale in Amazon but not yet listed.
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What do y'all think?
|Re: The Small Print - Abimbola Dare. by tspbook: 10:23am On Feb 02, 2012|
Please click on the following links to read reviews and interviews on the small print by abimbola dare. available now !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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to purchase the ebook in Nigeria please contact Yemi on 07081819597
Paperback available shortly !