I arrived at my cubicle and found Alex sitting on one of the waiting chairs reading a newspaper.
“Good morning sir.” I greeted looking at the floor to prevent any eye contact.
“My office.” He said rather calmly, his tone depicting some concern.
“Sit down and tell me everything.” He ordered as he also took his seat and I followed suit.
This would be the first time since I started working for Alex that I’d be told to sit in his office. Things have really changed and I wasn’t as nervous as I would have been with the old stone cold Alex.
I narrated everything to him and he empathized with me
assuring that it’s just a phase that would soon pass.
I felt relieved that he actually cared like a normal human being and he didn’t pressure me all day even though I was really distracted from work.
Just when I thought things were beginning to work out fine, the devil decides to use Tina and mess me up.
Where on earth do I stay now? What crime did I commit? How many days would my little savings be able to afford a hotel? Where do I get money to afford rent in this Lekki? How do I tell my mom that I’m homeless in Lagos?
Later in the day, Ama and I met up in the ladies room and she consoled me.
She would have loved to have me move in with her but she’s currently living with Promise. That was shocking to find out sha but they both promised to help me with some money before the week runs out and I couldn’t be more delighted.
That day before he went home, Alex gave me twenty thousand naira to check into a hotel for the night. My people, I was shocked to the core. So Alex has a human heart that actually cares about what someone else is going through huh? Wow! Just wow!
With the money Alex gave me, I went back to my former home where I was staying with Tina before she decided to kick me out, packed my bags and thanking the gatemen for being so kind, I boarded a cab, alighted at a cheap hotel in town and checked in for the night.
My prayers all through the night was for God to provide for Ama and Promise so they could give me the money they’d promised so I in turn could add to what I have and get a house even if it meant sharing a room with ten people as long as I have a roof over my head.
I dared not call my mother or my elder brother and tell them that I’m homeless or else, my mom would freak out and start convincing me to come back home.
The next morning, I woke up and reluctantly got ready for work skipping breakfast even though I was somehow hungry, I just didn’t feel like going anywhere to buy food.
Alex on the other hand loaded me with work without giving me any room to breathe which got me so annoyed. I was so hungry, exhausted and upset at the same time.
Before it even got to five, Alex had already left which was rather too early.
By the time I finally dragged myself out of my cubicle, it was almost six so I decided to find somewhere and eat first before returning to the hotel.
As I got down from the taxi on the main road and was making the trip back to the hotel which was located on a dirt road, I spotted a fancy Chevrolet parked by the fence of a school building along the dirt road.
The person resting on the hood of the car was Alex’s part-time driver. I’ve seen him in the office a couple times where he’d come asking to see Alex and introduced himself as his part-time driver.
He was calling my name which made me wonder how on earth he knew my name.
Could it be that Alex sent him or he’s out here chasing girls?
Hesitantly, I walked over to where the car was parked to hear what he had to say.
He introduced himself as Wahab, the part-time driver and like I’d guessed, Alex had sent him here to come and get me. But how did he know exactly where to find me? Has he been tracking me or something?
Now Alex asked him to bring me. Haba! What for? it’s past seven in the evening and all I want is to return to the hotel and rest from all this wahala.
Just as he was speaking, my phone rang and I realized that it was Alex calling. Speak of the devil!
I picked up and he told me that he’d sent Wahab to get me so I got comfortable with following him to wherever he was supposed to take me.
Driving into one fancy area like that which was just like the area I was living with Tina, Wahab pulled up outside the gates of one of the houses and honked for the gateman to open up. This must be where Alex lives.
We drove in slowly into the residence which comprised of several other well lit flats with cars parked in front of each building. Me and Wahab alighted from the car and he went and unlocked the front door of the building his car was parked.
“Oga tell me say make I carry you come this house. Him talk say him don renew rent for you.” Wahab announced as we got inside the living room which was already furnished and had a large TV screen plastered on the wall.
“Shey you dey whine me ni.” I said tiredly.
“No be joke madam. Na wetin oga say make I tell you be that.” Wahab reaffirmed.
This must be one of those houses that come already furnished and cost a fortune to rent.
I couldn’t believe what he just told me as it was too good to be true so I decided to call Alex.
“Do you like your new house?” Those were the first words out of Alex’s mouth as soon as the call connected.
I was just too amazed and couldn’t thank him enough.
Where do I start from? I wanted to jump and scream out loud but since Wahab was here, I kept cool.
The house had three bedrooms, a dining and a nice kitchen. If this is a dream, then please don’t wake me up.
After we were done inspecting the house, Wahab handed me the keys and drove me back to the hotel where I decided to spend the night since I’d already paid upfront for two days and I didn’t want my money to waste.
All night, I kept turning on the bed with a giant grin on my face as my excitement couldn’t let me get any sleep at all.
I only realized that I’d finally dozed off when my alarm roused me the next morning.
For the third day in a row, I skipped breakfast as I packed my bags and checked out of the hotel that morning officially moving to my new crib.
The Uber pulled up outside my flat and helped me carry my bags to the front door which I quickly unlocked, carried my bags into the living room, locked up and reentered the Uber this time heading to work.
I arrived two minutes before Alex came in. I spent almost an hour in his office thanking him and he in turn made me promise not to tell anyone that he was the one who got the house for me.
It was quite understandable why he wanted anonymity in this matter because people will misread a simple kind gesture for something else.
But wait oh, could there be another reason why Alex just dash me house like that? Because I don’t want any conditions that I can’t fulfill at all.
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