Must Read: Awkward Ways I Met Girls

7 years ago

Must Read: Awkward Ways I Met Girls

Some have. Some have not. A reality that can not be changed. While we are at liberty to talk about making money and being rich, a few well bred consider it an unnecessary public discussion.

Bragging about money was not exactly Ada’s thing but one look at her told of a wealthy background, no gain-saying. One would expect such a person to be arrogant, rude and obnoxious. Yet, she was polite, friendly and in the least case of not liking the person, she deals with curtsy and ethics. This has earned reputation as an easy going person. But regardless how much easy going one is, someone somewhere will think otherwise . Mercy had thought her otherwise.

And had found solace with a like mind, Mr Sanya.

Mr Sanya was the type of ostentatious colleague who wants you to notice his new expensive wristwatch. When there was a social function to attend, a wedding, naming ceremony of end of year events, he was all in flashy gold jewelry. He talked about the neighborhood he stays, announcing it as being ‘strictly for the rich’.

He had his own clique and seemed to dole out cash leisurely.

Of course, most people who live such lifestyles always seek other ways of making money to maintain their fathom ‘affluence’. While I was friendly with most of the members of staff, Mr Sanya was never really the kind of person I felt very free with.

One thing I have come to realize over time and meeting people is this: Those with wealthy backgrounds do not talk about money outside.

Maybe one might call that ‘proper upbringing’ or ‘home training’ or because they just don’t see anything about the fuss created around having money.

Bad belle is allowed. But there are a set of people who just automatically hates you because you seem to be a bit more than them.

This was Ada’s crime, the unfairness with the world. Some have a rethink and when some have this rethink, it solves the complex whole. As Mercy did.

Enough of that. But there’s a link to this concluding part of the story. As to motives and affiliations. Mercy was taken to Mr Sanya in mutual dislike for Ada. Efe was the free minded guy who mingled freely with everyone, made everyone laugh. Not much is known to me about how Isa fits until I found out.

The next day at the office, the news about Isa spread like wild fire. Some felt pity for him, some did not. He paid the price for putting his hand into devious things. You get paid just for covering the lens of a security camera? How can you not know that something is wrong?
Well, people had their points but RIP to the dead.

I was at my table when absurdities began to turn into weirdness. I felt someone approaching my and looked. I was shocked!

“Good morning stag” Mercy said
“Good morning ma”
“How are you doing?”
“I’m doing okay. And you?”
“If I tell you I’m doing just great, what would my face tell you?”
I couldn’t answer. I just looked on. Mercy’s face looked unattended to, somewhat unkempt.

I wondered if she had been crying because her eyes looked so. She managed a smile and said
“Do you have the time for a word?”
Mercy? Wants a word with me? What’s happening here? What’s all these about?

There’s only one way to find out…

“I could manage to have a minute” clearly telling her I’m not so much as to be wasteful with time, talking. Let alone to her.

Less than a minute later, we were outside. Once we were out..

“I know these past couple of days have been stressful for all of us…”

Is this really Mercy giving me a sermon? Or…

“…and I know you have a direct contact with that police officer in charge…”

“Detective James?”
“Yes, Detective James. Can we go see him?”
Okay, at this point I had to ask
“What’s all these about?”
She wouldn’t say anything. Well, I had to oblige her cos there had better been an explanation to all these.

An hour later, we were in the office of the detective. The first question she asked the officer amazed me. She asked to know how a voluntary witness will be protected if the person willingly comes forward. Or if the witness would need a separate lawyer.

I was taken aback. Has someone come out to Mercy and confessed or is she about to trick us into something…

Then in a rather strong and resolute way, she began with the finality of a speech well thought over and rehearsed…

“I will be a witness in the prosecution of Mr Sanya for all the charges against him.”

Shocked! Shocked!! Shocked was I!!! Was I hearing right? Or I thought I was until I heard her next words…

“And for the death of Isa” she added after a brief pause.

The detective was a shocked as I was.

How rational was this? By this move, she saying she is not guilty but knows something in a case of attempted murder and murder. I was wowed!

Then she turned to me
“For my personal reasons, I came to you first. I could have come to the station by myself. So I’m sure what I’ve said here remains as confidential as it is to the officers in charge. That is, if you really want the perpetrator put behind bar.”
Indeed, absurdities were turning the day into one of the weirdest yet.
She left me with the detective at the station after exchanging direct contacts et al. She always said she has made her confessions on being approached by Mr Sanya…

When I returned to the office, more shocking news greeted me.

Before coming to me in the morning, she had gone to the MD’s office and submitted a letter.

Resignation letter.

Mercy had resigned.