Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 9
I smiled and pointed to a red KIA. One. My gaze rested on a Prado. Two. I was still debating between two other cars I liked when a white Toyota Corolla pulled into the parking lot and a small pretty lady got down from the back seat.
I immediately sensed it was Tola’s friend. She brought out her phone and dialed a number, her eyes scanning the park. My phone rang. I waved at her.
‘Hi, are you Tinuke.’ Fluent accent. Was there a place in Lekki where people took lessons to speak like this?
‘Yes, I am. Mercy?’
She nodded and led me to the car. I stared at her mouth all through the ride home. Mercy was a walking dictionary. It wasn’t like she was trying to impress me and her diction wasn’t forced too. Her words flowed seamlessly. I could listen to her the whole day and not get bored. Right there, I looked up two words I had never heard in my life. Acrid and besmeared.
When we got to Tola’s place, she paid the cab guy and we continued talking as we walked into Tola’s flat.
‘Mercy, what do you do for a living?’ I asked. She was serving jollof rice into a flat plate.
‘I teach.’
‘Really? That would never have crossed my mind. I thought you worked in one of these big offices with posh chairs and glass doors.’
Mercy laughed. ‘Can I ever work in that kind of environment?’
‘We are talking about fat salary here.’
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