How else do you tell a story but with one? So I went shopping, 4rm various experiences & of course a heavy dose of my already overworked imagination. & now voila: a Series, starring Trinity (a.k.a Tee) as she makes lemonades out of her lemons.
The moment I told Ejike that dad wanted me home ASAP, he took charge. First, we went to the airport, but there wasn’t a direct flight to Owerri for that day or the next day. The earliest airliner going down East was scheduled for 17:35 and it headed to Enugu. Ejike paid for me to be on that flight, so I’d fly to Owerri from Enugu first thing the following morning. Thereafter, he called up a friend of his who lived in Enugu City for help in getting me into a comfortable place to stay for one night. He would foot the hotel bill, he said. I could refund him the airfare if I must. Before I even had time to thank him, he was whisking me into the car and racing back to his home. There was time only to pack my stuff, say goodbyes to Mommy Rose and Ifeatu, and we were off to the airport again.
“Sorry I hurried you,’ Ejike apologised during the drive. “You know, I was only trying to beat the traffic. Because the minute it’s 4 o’clock now, we won’t go there on time. I didn’t want to risk you missing your flight.”
“It’s okay. I understand.” The sooner I was at the airport, the less anxious I’d feel.
“Thanks. So, why do you think your dad is sending for you? That’s pretty unusual, isn’t it?”
“I dunno,” I mumbled, not wanting to put words to my thoughts.
Dad had never interrupted my stay with anyone. Even as a kid when I did sleepovers at Emem’s and Emem’s mom keep me a week longer, dad always let me stay the entire time. All we needed to do, and that was because I was way taller and skinnier than Emem, was to send the driver to bring me new clothes from the house. Dad was the cool parent in that department. The question was what was different this time around?
“Maybe there is one rich dude who has come seeking your hand in marriage,” teased Ejike.
I managed a smile. “Not very likely. But, let’s say that was the case, what would you do?”
“Send grenades!” He laughed, and I chuckled too to humour him. “Ok maybe not. That will be an over-kill; you could get hurt in that process. What I’d do is to challenge the dude to a duel.”
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