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Niwdog:
Giving nma her change fast fast

EPISODE 22

'Let's go back, Richard,' Vanessa said. 'The girl has obviously gone.'

'Let's check at the Akasson's too as the guy said.'

'She probably would have used any of the bigger names.'

'Oh well, we wouldn't know for sure, would we?' Richard's eyes didn't leave the road.

They passed a small crowd of noisy people and Richard slowed the car.

'Now what?'

'What's going on there?'

Vanessa rolled her eyes. 'How would I know?'

Richard stopped the car and pulled the shifter to R. The car started to reverse.

'Now what?'

'Let me check out what's happening there.'

Vanessa let out a small groan of impatience.

Richard parked and stepped down.

Vanessa reluctantly joined him.

A large fair lady held a younger lady in a long flowing dress by the neck.
Most of the people gathered round were asking what the matter was, some pleading to the woman to leave the girl or at least tell them what the problem was.

Finally the woman released the young girl. Her forehead was reddened in fury, beads of sweat steadily condensing on the surface.
'That's how you people come here to eat free food everyday because una don hear say Father Christmas dey sell food for bus park.'

'Madam, I having money before, I swearing with my life. I not knowing what--'

'You are mad. So you no check your bag before you begin order like person wey dey work for Central Bank. You think say I no know you?'

'Hey, Madam, I not knowing you o. I never coming here before, in fact--'

The woman made to slap her and she dodged. 'Thief, today na ur last. Just don't pay me my money and you'll see what I --'

'Madam, how much is the money?'

Mma screamed and threw her arms around Richard.

Richard hugged her back.

Vanessa stood at the back glaring.

'Madam, how much does she owe?'

'Two-hundred naira,' the woman threw out.

Richard brought out his wallet and gave her two clean N1000 naira notes.

The woman's features straightened out suddenly as she collected the notes. Her smile of glee hadn't fully formed when Mma reached and jerked the notes from her hand.

She gave her one of the notes. 'Giving me change fast fast.'

The woman stared at Mma, all her cavities open.

Richard was smiling.

Vanessa entered the car and slammed the car door shut.

I apologize for the delay in updating.

McJANNY:
I've been a silent reader from the very begining but right now i think i just have to come out of my shell to say a big WELLDONE to the writer...the story is just effortlessly amazing and at the same time simple and easy to comprehend..nice storyline, wonderful characters, believeable setting, amazing story!!!Kudos

Thanks, McJanny.

I'll update today, guys.

Thanks you'll.

Your hilarious comments made my day.

EPISODE 21

Blinding rays of early morning sun hit her face and she opened her eyes.

She rose and folded her Ghana-Must-Go which she had used as pillow to her belly.

She put one palm to her mouth and yawned. Her head ached badly. It could have been hunger.

She finally rose and picked her wrapper.

She must hurry to be sure she did not miss her bus again.

The only transport line she knew and trusted was 'The Young' and because it'd taken quite a time for her to get the direction to the park yesterday, she'd missed the last bus.

She was informed the last bus just loaded and left only some minutes ago.

All attempts made by the desperate bus-loaders to get her to enter another bus went futile.

Mma would not listen. She had come with 'The Young', the same bus will take her back.

She finally spread her wrapper beside a silent vehicle when it was night and slept. When she gets to the village, she would tell any ear that cared to listen all about the city that never sleeps.

On her way to the The Young's station, she saw a food seller by the corner of the road. She was very hungry so she stopped.

About four coolers, each of various size and color, were on the table. The ones with stew or soup had oil stains on them.
Behind, two benches lay facing each other. They were occupied by loud hungry customers.

The food seller, a fair, fat lady in an oil- stained dark-blue apron was spooning rice, beans, spaghetti, kpomo into plates, as the customers directed.

Often, a customer dropped an empty plate, picked a sachet of cold water or toothpick and then paid the woman before walking away.
Another would take the space.

The food seller handed the newest customer a plate of rice, beans and stew.

'Madam, I said kpomo twenty-naira.'

'Twenty-naira kpomo don finish.'

'So? Who go come pay for this one?'

The woman jerked the plate from him and transfered the kpomo into a plate.

Mma greeted her.

'Morning.'

'I wanting to buy rice.'

'How much rice?'

'Putting one plate for me.'

'One plate, how much?'

Mma was confused.

'Madam Fuji, give me seventy-naira rice, thirty-naira spaghetti and fifty-naira beans with one strong kpomo,' a new customer that has just sat said.

When Madam Fuji finished with him, Mma quickly said, 'Ok, putting seventy-naira rice and fifty-naira beans for me.'

The woman scooped some beans onto the rice. 'What else?'

'Putting meat for me.'

'Kpomo or beef?'

'No, I not wanting canda. Putting meat.'

'Anything else?'

'Everything how much now?'

'One-seventy.'

'Ok. Putting plantain thirty-naira to completing it two-hundred.'

A customer shifted for her and she sat.

She had finished her food and drank some water before she opened the zipper of her bag to bring out money to pay.

She saw nothing.

Thanks for commenting, Y'all.

Update coming shortly.

EPISODE 20

Stella opened the door for her.

'Good morning, Ma.'

'Where is your master?'

'Oga is in his room.'

Richard came out wearing his long sleeping robe which
Cynthia often teased him that he looked like a magician from Middle Earth in it. He finally stopped wearing the garment but he did not allow Cynthia to throw it away like she did any of his wearables she asked him to stop wearing.

'Oh my god, Richard you look so stressed out.'

'How are you, Vanessa?' Richard said. He tried to smile but failed. His entire face was without life, like when one had drank poison and just waiting for death.

He sat down and Vanessa quickly joined him in the couch.

'Richard, you look awful really.' Her hand was on his thigh.

Richard tried again to smile. It was more productive this time, at least. 'I'm ok.'

'Oh no, you are not. I mean look at you.' She reached to straighten the collar of his garment.

Richard nodded, projecting a near moronic face.

'Don't worry, we'll get you back in no time. It's just a minor complication. Things will be okay.'

Richard so wanted to ask her what in god's name she was saying or even what she had really come to do, but he dithered.

'Here, Ma.'

Vanessa turned to collect the wine glass from Stella. Her face twisted. 'And you, you are the maid, are you not?'

'Yes.'

'Why did you tell your Madam that your master slept in Mma's room. Is that part of your job, gbo?'

Stella went still like rock.

Richard's brows rose at her. 'Stella, did you say anything to your Madam?'

Stella was shivering and stammering.

After Richard barked at her to go inside and pack her things and she entered the room, Vanessa rubbed Richard's chest and told him to calm down and not to get himself all worked up again.

'So do you know where the girl is now?' she asked after Richard had settled back in his seat.

'I don't know.'

'She doesn't have a mobile, does she?'

Richard shook his head.

Vanessa sighed. 'This is serious. I must say my friend has acted a bit too irrational. The poor girl was pregnant for god's sake.' Her voice went quieter. 'But then who would blame her?'
She turned to pick her wine glass.

Richard stared at her with expressionless eyes. She was short, yet not small. In fact,one would think twice before calling her short. Maybe on days she wasn't on a high heeled shoe, which was never.
She had clean dark skin like Mma's but then, no one could actually tell because like her friend, make-up was her close relative.

She sipped from her glass. 'I think it's best we go looking for her.'

Slight interest permeated Richard's face. 'We should?'

Vanessa nodded. 'Yes.'

'But where would we start?'

'We can drive to Jibowu. That's where those eastern people go to board bus to the East.'

Those eastern people. Richard wondered if she wasn't from the East herself.

'She might have gone since yesterday.'

'Maybe.' She sipped her wine and dropped the glass. 'Or maybe not. She could have missed her bus. And no one actually knows if she had enough cash.'

'Ok.'

'Yes. Go change.'

'Ok.' He rose.

Stella appeared out of the hallway with her bag.

Richard counted her salary and gave her.

'Oga, you must forgive me. I did not--'

'Will you disappear from this place! That's how you people go about breaking homes everywhere. Com'on, si ebea
gbafuo osiso!'

She hissed and crossed her legs.

Richard walked quietly into the room.

EPISODE 19

'Richard, did you just slap me? Over some smelling bush girl?' Cynthia looked more disappointed than upset.

She threw her items to the couch and stormed off into their room.

Richard dropped on the couch and sank deep into it. His heart was racing and he felt dizzy. He leaned out of the chair and buried his face in his hands.

Stella crept away.

The sound of rolling plastic wheels on tiled floor jerked Richard alert.

Cynthia's eyes scanned the space. 'Stella!'

'Stella!'

'Ma!'

'Take this downstairs.'

Stella's eyes grew wider. 'Ma?'

'I said take the box downstairs!'

Stella began to roll the tall box away.

Richard stood up. He felt a sharp icy quiver and nearly lost balance.

Cynthia opened her hand bag and started throwing the items she left on the couch inside. Her set of white headphones went in last.

'Baby.' Richard made to hold her.

She pushed his hand away and disappeared through the door.

That night when she called Vanessa from her room in her father's house in GRA Ikeja and told her what had happened, what Stella had told her and how Richard had slapped her 'on top of it', Vanessa did not get mad.

She only asked her to calm down that she would come by and see her tomorrow.

But the most surprising thing was that Vanessa went to see Richard first.

Ciela:
I sorry i not coming on time and seeing Mma sent packing. I wishing i can joining to slapping Cynthia. I no liking the way Mma body soaking. Wanting to eat chinchin nd zobo.

Eya...please if you seeing Mma helping her changing clothes o

Damiewonder:
seriously.....d update are too small

They come in episodes. Some are quite larger than others.

Flakkydagirl:
Great work! I must say.

Thanks, Flakkydagirl.

codedbaby:
Danwrites, u kukuma don't asking of ur fans. its not gooding oooo. no wahala. u c my handing soon.
angry fan

Eya, please forgiving me codedbaby. I not doing it intentioning.

ThaRuthlxx7:
chai i telling you this story sweeting me die... Bikonu i piting my dear Mma. Danwrites u sabing doin a gooding job don't lorry u are trying.. I just land with my private keke napep to join this thread ooo..



*drags PrinceAdepoju ear to my mouth* my niggah that burukutu still remain abeg ma forget my sorrows ABEG

Hahhahh. Welcoming you, bro.

EPISODE 18

Richard knew something was amiss as he drove into the garage.

It couldn't have been the dull look on Okon's face as he opened the gate. Or the unusual sheath of silence that enveloped the whole estate. Or might even be the flock of noisy black birds he saw on the compound wall as he was driving in. Until that day he had never seen them.

He climbed the stairs slowly, not with his usual end-of-work zeal when he sometimes took the steps two at a time.

Something about today was different. He could feel it now like a prick on the skin.

Cynthia did not wait for him to ask.

'I've sent her away,' she responded to his 'Baby, how you doing?' with, turning away ever unceremoniously.

'What?'

'I've sent your village girl away.'

Richard's eyes froze on her for a moment. Then he dropped his black case. 'You must be joking.' He started towards Mma's room.

Cynthia pulled down her cheeks and turned back to her iPad.

In a moment Richard was in the sitting again. 'Where is she?'
His voice was high.

Stella came out then. She stood aside watching them in the silent and mindless way people used to observe their neighbor couples quarreling.

Cynthia picked her novel, Amanda Quick's The Wicked Widow, and her other phone and started towards the room.

Richard drew her back. 'I asked you a question.'

Cynthia appeared surprised, as if unable to believe his voice could get that high.

She scowled at him. 'I already told you I sent her away. If you want to f*ck her again, go back to the same place you picked her from.'

Richard's palm met her cheek with a harsh 'tawam' sound.

It could have been on impulse because even the slapper himself looked more surprised than the person he slapped.

Niwdog:
she would have asked some vita questions before throwing her out.all the same it's well

Abi. That scene was actually inspired by a real-life occurrence.

Niwdog:
As a pharmacist,i'm totally dissappointed in that lady.Nma sorry,but not all pharmacist re dxame

She saw a girl in a long flower dress and a Ghana-Must-Go.

EPISODE 17

Cynthia nearly pushed Mma aside as she flooded into the room. 'Pack all that is here that is yours. Stella will show you the way out of the estate.'

'Madam, you saying?'

'Stella, get my purse.'

'Yes, ma.'

They stayed in silence till Stella returned with the purse.

Cynthia opened it and brought a wad of clean N500 notes. She counted about eight or ten and dropped them on the bed. 'That's for your transport.'

'Madam, what I doing to you? Telling me and I saying sorry to you. You showing me nice before and then you changing sudden.'

'If you are not quick enough, you will miss your bus.'

Cynthia left the room.

Mma was in the sitting room with her bags before Cynthia could sit and turn the TV on. If Cynthia was surprised at how quickly she had packed, she did not show it.

Mma held out the bags containing the new clothes Richard had bought for her. 'Madam, I going with this?'

'Take them.'

Outside, surprise caused Okon's eyes to widen. 'You dey travel?'

'Open the gate, you fool!' Stella barked.

'Ha. It is your mother that is a fool,' Okon said in his native language.

Stella did not show Mma out of the estate. She stopped at the gate and locked it back herself as soon as Mma passed.

Getting out of the estate was not Mma's problem. She knew her way. Her destination was. And probably the weather too.

It was now so cloudy that it looked like dusk.

Soon the sky roared and began to shed its contents.

Mma covered her head with her Ghana-Must-Go but the rain was too aggressive. She ran into a nearby pharmacy and the fair lady in a blue coat asked her to leave, that she can't stand there.

Mma did not understand. 'But I standing already na?'

'Young girl, please leave the premises.'

Mma shrugged in disbelief and picked up her bag again.

She was already wet when an Hausa man in a wood kiosk waved at her to come over and take shelter from the rain.

Bofemsky:
Weldone, I enjoying this story very well, but me I too hungry for more updating pls.

Thanks, Bofemsky. More update coming up soon.

EPISODE 16

PrinceAdepoju:
shey that one no good ni?

It sweeting well. Keeping it up

Hahahhahaha

PrinceAdepoju:
shebi na you and Mma teaching us na


Well done, sir.

Una over learning the thing sef

Essyydiamond:
hahahahaha in d spirit of MMA English sir.

Very funny really!

PrinceAdepoju:
ehn, when you have coming nko?
What I doing?

Ahhahhaha! This got me roaring