The Client

Three weeks ago I was in this popular eatery (everyone knows that eatery but I ain’t saying…) I knew they’d have light cos yeah NEPA just did damage and I couldn’t spend another minute sitting over the house doing nothing. So I picked up my bag and my lil mobile office (laptop) and I zoomed off.

I got there and it was a bit rowdy upstairs, a couple of guys like myself who had stuff hanging around their necks like bounties were also there before me, well of course I found myself a spot and ordered the drink, it was Chapman for sure… Oh I love that drink.

So I kicked off, my studio design needed to get done soonest and while on that table, this man in his late 40s walked up to me and asked if he could join me. Why not I answered tis a public place after all, so he sat and since he wasn’t one to shush for 2 minutes he kept throwing the questions, finally he said “this world is a small place” he grabbed my clutch pencil and began to sketch horribly just after I told him what I studied in the university.

In my mind I was thinking oh no not now you don’t want me to design your house Sir? But then again I need the pay cos it sure would fill up some loopholes I already have in my wallet. Whatever mehn i’mma hustler I again told myself. In as much as time isn’t my friend right now, I guess I’m about to make him one. He gave me his brief and said I’d see you in… two weeks I sealed his big mouth with. OK then he said.
Two weeks came faster than a bullet and before I said jack! Tomorrow was our meeting and I had studio submission just a day before, of course I couldn’t touch his design and neither did I finish my studio. And on Saturday I found myself trying to burst a plan to show this client who buzzed my phone for close to 10 times within those two weeks. He called me up at 5pm and asked to meet in 30 mins, no p man, I’d be ready.
I was pleased with self and was optimistic he was gonna like what I had for him, I wasn’t wrong either. He came with his beautiful wife and yeah jury went on just fine…lol. We meet up in two weeks again young man.

Its two weeks and here I am trapped in this cab a hundred and thirty kilometres away from Jos and the worst part, I ain’t ready!!! How’d this happen? Last night I just couldn’t do anything, was it fatigue I really don’t know but mehn my brain was too weak for any fresh ideas as I lay on the rug in my room with a mouse in my hand while listening to Cold Play… I listened until I slept off, forced myself back up, still couldn’t do a thing and went back to Venus; Mars? Wherever I can’t remember…

My bulgy eyes flipped open and it was 5:42 am, I gotta be in church by 6:30 after which I’d begin my trip to go meet Mr. Magnus. In my head everything was gonna be fine, I’d leave Lafia by 9:30 tops, I reach Jos at say uhmmm 2 in case of traffic and in 4 hours I should be ready for my Client.
Church went well and we came out just in time, I strolled to the ATM and my darn money refused me vision claiming to be in my pocket already, but how what!!!! I yelled no way!!! That’s my…. Shit!!!
Now everyone I know was in church and now I can’t get on that bus without cash, now I’m stranded and will have to wait 2-3 hours before I could reach someone. I called but no one’s picking, they’re in church mehn just like I insinuated. A few minutes before 2pm my phone rang, it was my man to the rescue. I left for the park asap and it’s been an hour thirty minutes since we commenced the short trip. Just half way down, and it’ll be almost 6pm before we hit town. I might reach early enough for me to meet my client but the question is, can I show him something or simply put, is that 3D presentable??? It would have been if only i had the house painted just like he suggested the last time. And yes the road just got blurry… the rains are here…Darn!!!

One Day We’d All Turn Dust, But Before Then…

Its no news again to hear the death of a friend or family member, hasn’t been a cease fire for some time now and the list just keeps going… Endless. This year’s just half way down and it has the highest number of people i know now dead. I lost a couple of childhood friends, and this year i lost another.

Andy was ma hommie, we hung and played together in the sun and in the rain, riding on bikes and tires rolling into the fields and back home with black engine oil all over our black skin, don’t even know where we got the oil from. But there was this thing about Andy, while we were kids you couldn’t tell if he was crying or laughing cos they sound just the same and after a few tears, we’d start making fun of him…

He left Jos for Lagos on a hustle trying to find a better life, just like me Andy also had dreams of being a rapper, I remember him at my house spitting a few rhymes he’d just written or recorded, thusly, the trip to Lagos was in line with that. Don’t know if that dream still stuck before he passed but last time we spoke it seems so and while scrolling down my phone i saw his name and i was like yo, haven’t heard from this dude in a while so i dialed his number and we spoke and he talked about the music thing still. But that was the last time i heard from Andy…. Andy died my age, he couldn’t see thirty three just a few months away – September. He slipped in the bathroom and cracked his skull, and his life was cut short.

In all of these, I realise how short our lives could be and how quick we could vanish and be forgotten, i ain’t perfect just like the popular cliche but still i live, but again its by God’s grace, the priest said the other day in Mass, if you wake up every morning, open your eyes and find yourself alive, know that God isn’t done with you yet.

I guess he’s not finished with me yet cos today, this morning I opened my eyes and yet again I live, but again by grace…