Bukky - S01 E10

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Bukky - S01 E10

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 10

Chike Nwosu joined the queue under the wooden shed. He

looked around him and saw some people seated on long

wooden benches eating a combination of bean cake and pap

or with bread. He caught a glimpse of Bukky. She was seated

on a stool, bent before a large basin of blended beans. She

turned the mixture with one hand and scooped the paste

into the hot oil with another hand. Beads of sweat gathered

on her forehead, dripped down her neckline and soaked her

red short-sleeve blouse. Her plaited hair in ‘police-cap’ style

made her look like an African beauty. When he went home

for the holidays, he missed her tasty akara. If he was truthful

to himself, he might have to admit that he missed her too.

They were not even close, just acquaintances and he was

already missing her. He cleared his thoughts and tried to

think of his courses at school.

“Happy New Year,” she looked up at him and grinned.

“Same to you,” he smiled back at her. It was almost his turn.

The person in front of him paid for his purchase and walked

away.

“When did you arrive?”

“Three days ago.”

“What did you bring for me?”

He scratched a spot on his head.

“Don’t tell me you went to Owerri for the holidays and you

returned empty handed?”

He started to laugh.

She turned to her neighbour’s daughter, who was helping her

to attend to the customers, “Please, whatever he buys, no

jara.”

The girl nodded with understanding and smiled.

“Bukky, don’t be a fair weather friend,” he teased her.

“Abeg, let me hear word,” she hissed and eyed him, “What

sort of friend travels and returns empty handed.”

He laughed louder and held his waist.

“You can laugh all you want, no jara for you today.”

“Eh… I don die ooo.”

“How much?” the girl looked up at him.

“Please give me two hundred naira own.”

The girl used a long fork to pick the bean cake and gather it

in a large paper. She wrapped it and placed it in a small black

polythene bag.

“I have packaged your Christmas and New Year gift,” he

turned to his friend.

She eyed him, “Where is it?”

“At home,” he grinned.

“You are not serious,” she hissed.

Chike collected the polythene bag from the girl and paid for

the bean cake, “Don’t worry, I will bring it when I return from

school today.”

“Not until I set my two eyes on your so called gift.”

He laughed and shook his head at her, “Oh ye of little faith.”

“Whatever.”

“See you later,” he waved at her and walked away.

She watched him leave and smiled.

xxxxxx

A nagging headache made her leave the market and return

home earlier than usual. She met her niece seated by the

doorway sieving corn pap.

“Good afternoon Aunt Kike,” she was surprised to see her at

home at that time.

Kike mumbled inaudibly and went in. Bukky returned her

attention to the blended corn in the basin in front of her. She

hoped it would be enough for that week. Several people

come to buy the corn pap from her, even if the bean cake

was exhausted. At times, they come to knock on her door as

late as nine in the night.

“Workaholic.”

She raised her head and saw Chike walking towards her. Her

heart missed a beat when she noticed the two heavy

polythene bags he was carrying.

“Don’t you rest at all,” he placed the bags beside the basin

and placed his hands on his hips.

“What is this?” she pointed at the bags.

He grinned, “Your Christmas slash New Year gift.”

Her pretty dark eyes widened in surprise. She opened the

bags one after the other and found tubers of yam, sweet

potatoes, onions, a bottle of palm oil, yellow garri, dried fish

and rice.

She looked up at him with gratitude, “These are for me?”

“What are friends for? I am expecting my gift tomorrow

morning seven sharp.”

She started to laugh.

“Inclusive the jara you deprived me of this morning.”

“No wahala. I am ready for you.”

“Good.”

Their gazes locked.

“Thank you. I am, am… blown away.”

His smile broadened, “I am glad.”

She washed her hands and got to her feet. She adjusted the

red and black coloured wrapper around her waist and

looked up at him.

“When is your lecture starting at the Adult education centre?”

he started off towards the exit.

“At the end of the month,” she walked beside him.

“I am here for you if you need any help,” he glanced at her.

“Okay, thanks,” she sighed with relief.

They strode out of the building and headed down the street.

“How long have you been living with your aunt?”

“A couple of months.”

“Really?”

“Yes.

“Nice, I am not the only one that is new in the area.”

She started to laugh.

He turned a corner and pointed at a green painted house, “I

live there.”

She followed his direction and saw the bungalow. It was one

of the nice houses in the area. She believed it had about

seven or eight self-contain apartments.

“Do you want to come in?” he glanced at her.

She gave a shake of head, “Maybe another day. I have to

finish sieving that pap before night fall. I don’t trust NEPA.”

“Okay. My flat is the third on your right. Brown door.”

“Okay,” she looked up at him, “Thanks for the foodstuff.”

“You are welcome.”

“See you later.”

“Yeah…”

She waved, turned around and walked back home.

Chike stood at the road side and watched her. How old was

she? Facially, she looked younger than twenty. Physically, she

had the body of a twenty-one year old. He couldn’t place her

real age. He needed to come up with a genuine excuse and

ask her.