Episode 6
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Isi kote ebu
He didn’t look back as he left the suburb, for fear something sinister might leap out from the gloomy shadows and cast him back to the abysmal of poverty. He left the city first and then the state, wondering about seeking after fate to show him his breadfruit.
He did every menial job available, any he could find wherever he rested his sojourning limbs.
He cleaned, swept, gardened, maned gates, masoned, hawked wares for four years and could boost of no mense to his name. This was not the life his mother had prophesied about on her death bed.
Greatness she had said but all he had succeeded in doing so far was keep the wolf from the door. He ventured into another state and another seeking endlessly… and then he found something.
He had gone for one of his many demeaning jobs again, this time it was plasterwork. His employer, a huge dark man who could be ten years and no more older than him watched his febrile enthusiasm as he attacked his work. The huge man had picked a liking to him out of the over twenty labourers in his site and had called him back the next day.
He had been excited about this attention from a man who rumors had it was filthy rich and established. On the second week of their acquaintance, the huge man had offered him a job way out of his league, to be his designated driver.
He had never rode a car before but that was not his problem. He could learn, fast as he had learnt every other skills he expertly exhibits. His worry was having no driver’s license. He told only the latter to the huge man.
“That wouldn’t be a problem. It can be arranged.” The huge man said without a pause.
And so he became the man’s personal driver and escort for a year and six months. They became close as the year went by, his ingenuity on most things endearing him to the man. He was very much interested on how the man made his money but the secrecy behind it had proved difficult to unriddled.
“You seem like a trustworthy fellow Idaa.” The huge man said, using the alias he had supplied as his name. “How would you like to make more than you earn?” He asked him on his second year with him. The question came as a shocker but he knew this was it. The huge break he had been seeking.
“I will be honored sir.” He replied heartily, trying as much to contain his excitement.
“Good. I have a preposition for you. I believe you are cut out for this and will do well. If only you be patient and learn.” The huge man said with an infectious smiled.
“I won’t disappoint you sir.” He said smiling back widely.
“Firstly Idaa, cut the sir out. Call me Greg…or preferably Boss.”
“Yes…boss.”
He stayed under the tutelage of Boss Greg, learning the business with other mentorees for three years. He rose fast in the team, his impressionable character on Boss Greg his only weapon. They struck high profile packages, they made money, business boomed.
Then it all came crashing down. Boss Greg had made a costly mistake of cutting out the blue boys. They had a trail on them and the boss and a few of them took the fall.
The others had gone hither and yon, him inclusive. He didn’t know what became of them, he didn’t care either. It was every man for himself and he hadn’t done bad for himself after five years of going solo and running his own.
Boss Greg would be proud, so would his mother.
@Oraka Judith
