A Story in Progress (2)

Her father had always been proud of her academic achievements however little. She still had the bicycle he bought for her when she topped her class in primary three. It was somewhere in the garage of the Ikoyi house. The house she had lived in with her father, the house her Uncles left for her. Nobody wanted the house just like nobody wanted her. That’s why they allowed her to continue her education abroad so they won’t have to pay her visits or accommodate her during school breaks. She liked it just like that, the feelings were mutual.

            A gentle chill brought her out of her thoughts. One more thing she loved about the beach. It always brought back memories. She had to get inside; she couldn’t afford to catch a cold, not if she wanted to impress her new boss tomorrow.

            She had taken up a job as the new chief surgeon in Tinan city clinic

“Good morning madam” the gate man greeted her cheerfully. A bit too cheerfully she thought or probably he was just always very happy in the morning or just this morning or maybe he liked her or maybe he was expecting something from her, like a gift or something but a gift for what? Perhaps his wife put to bed recently or maybe she was expected to pay toll for passing through the gate. She doubted that was it; the estate landlords should have taken care of that. Sade continued in her thoughts until she was on the mainland bridge. Everywhere as far as she could see was packed full with cars of different sizes and shapes “I guess this what it looks like on a typical Monday morning in Lagos” she  said to herself ** an angry driver from behind jolted her from her reverie “e de sun oko yin iya”