© Kayode Odusanya
Later that day, after Damilola had left, he decided to take a walk through the estate. After taking a few turns without being conscious, he got lost. There was a telecommunication mast close to his place he usually used in locating his place, but he couldn’t see it anywhere. The street he was on was quiet and it wasn’t until he got to the end he realized it was a dead end street.
Jack turned around and was walking out of the cul-de-sac when he heard a woman talking in a loud voice; she spoke rapidly like she was angry. When he turned around he saw a black and yellow saloon metro taxi approaching him, with a man and a woman arguing at the back seat. The car stopped a few inches away from him, and the driver turned around to ask the occupants to settle their differences. The lady, who appeared to be a call girl, was saying something about not being paid her complete money.
“I am not going to any ATM. Transfer the 50k to my account right now.” She spoke in a harsh tone.
“Keep your voice down.” The man said in a calm manner.
“Just give me my money.”
“I will give you at the ATM.”
“Why can’t you just make the transfer?”
“I can’t do that.”
“Why?” The girl said irritable. She was a really pretty lady, with class, and Jack was surprised she was unashamed of asking for money for sex in the open like this. The man kept petting her, and she later succumbed. Jack had been walking slowly as he was interested in hearing the full story. When the car started moving again and slowly drove past him, he stole a quick look at the occupants of the car. He couldn’t believe his eyes. The man at the back seat of the metro cab was none other than Pastor Peters; his neighbor. He heard the man curse under his breath as the car drove away.
After wondering around for several minutes, he found his way back home. He hadn’t even settled in when he heard a knock at the door. He knew immediately who it was.
“Hello my good neighbor.” The man said with a big smile on his face. “I haven’t thanked you for what you did for Sarah the other day.”
“Good day sir. It is no big deal sir.” Jack said.
“I would like to talk to you for a few minutes.” He said in a low voice, and Jack moved out of the way for him to walk in. He shot the door behind him, offered the man a seat, and sat opposite him. “Umm. I know you know why I am here.” He said and Jack nodded. He sighed before continuing with, “I’m really ashamed of myself.” The man added, and Jack didn’t say anything. He felt so awkward. “It’s an internal battle I have been fighting for a while now.” He said with a sober look on his face. After a prolonged silence, he looked up at John and said, “I hope you can keep this between us?”
“Of course sir.”
He looked at Jack for a while, as if trying to read his mind, and then got off the couch all of a sudden. “Yeah. I have to go now.” He said with an outstretched hand. Jack shook it, and was surprised that, for a slim and short man, the pastor had such a firm grip. “Thanks for your time.”
“No problem sir.”
After church the next day, he was ironing his clothes for the work week when he heard a knock at the door, followed by a female voice calling out his name. He sighed and went off to let her in. She was wearing a white Fendi t shirt, with blue jeans shorts. “Hi.” She said as she walked in, looking strangely at the ironing board. “You don’t use the drycleaners?” She asked.
“I do sometimes. But ironing is sort of therapeutic for me.”
“Okay. What are you doing afterwards?”
“I don’t know. I would probably watch a movie before I fall asleep.”
“I need you to come with me to a party tonight.”
“Damilola I have work tomorrow.” He said as he picked up the white and blue iron and continued what he was doing before he heard her knock at the door.
“Please. The guy I told you about is going to be there.” She said, standing in front of him with her hands clasped together.
“And what do you need me for?” He said without looking up at her.
“I might get weak around him. But if you are with me, he would be restricted.”
“And who would you tell him I am?”
He laughed lightly before saying, “You’re kidding, right?”
“No I’m not.” She said and went to sit on the couch in front of the ironing board.
“And this guy doesn’t know you don’t have a brother?”
“He knows my dad has many wives.”
“Why are you always coming to me with these ridiculous requests?”
“If you had agreed to my previous request, I wouldn’t be asking you for this.” He kept ironing and didn’t respond. After a while, she stood up, walked over and slowly pulled the iron out of his hand. He stepped back and watched her start ironing his favorite shirt.
“Don’t ruin my shirt.”
“Will you go with me or not?”
“Okay. Okay. I will go to your party.”
“Thanks.” She said and placed the iron in a standing position on the ironing board. “I’ll be right back. I need to secure the ride.” She added as she ran out of his apartment.
As they backed out of the driveway in the gray wrangler jeep, he waved at Mrs. Salami. She was sitting at her regular spot. Even though she waved back at him with a smile, he could see some sort of resentment in her eyes. He couldn’t believe that just a week ago, she had tried to seduce him, and now he was best friends with her friend turned stepdaughter. He shook his head at how twisted the whole thing was.
He turned to the side to the excited looking Damilola behind the wheel, wondering how he got himself roped up in her crazy little shenanigan. “Thanks for doing this.” She said as if she had read his mind. “Don’t worry, you’ll have fun.” She added before switching gears and zooming down their street.
To be continued