LUNCH TIME

Hi KEBies, how are you and yours? I had a near-perfect day and my body is doing me lovey lovey mushy mushy.

Today, the darlingnest of all my sisters in adoption, the very elegant Ebele Monye graced KEB. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did.

I sat for a while looking at the vehicles. The truth is, I imagined the vehicles as I really couldn't see any vehicles because they were behind the thick white walls of my Oga's office.
'Give me a few minutes', the 'co-worker' said.
I shrugged. I hadn't decided how I wanted to spend my break yet. I didn't want to have this impression, to be the girl that has lunch with the 'co-worker'. My sister had said 'be friendly with caution or you won't have any friends here'.  Maybe I am being too cautious.

'Ebele, give me small time abeg, I need to tidy up something'.
In reply, I mumbled.
I was quite skeptical. This was deifinitely being caught between the devil and the deep blue sea. I had heard of men who went for lunch with 'unassuming girls' and the girls were bathed with acid by their disgruntled wives. I didn't want that, I didn't want to be the unassuming girl...

... we were at the other side of the road now. At that mama put, the worst I've seen in my life. Two days ago, my first day here, I had eaten worms and salted tinned tomatoes in the name of rice and stew. The large pieces of meat stood like towers in the middle of the salted tinned tomatoes. I took a bite and held back vomit. I gulped down water and called the waiter... I should have known, N200 was being offered for 'paradise'... I sit watching, as he eats his planitain porridge. I can't stand the sight, I try not to have a distorted face. He keeps talking, I have muted his voice with my mind's power. The other workers on the other tables smirk. I know they think am the unassuming girl, but I am the girl who might not have lunch again hecause I don't want to be 'unassuming'.
 
We make our way to the office, small talks about the School on a hill (UNN). I teach him to not run across the road. 'You might trip and get hit by a trailer' I say. A sentence (which makes him laugh) to him, a sentence that is almost a wish to me. We get to the office and I settle down to have my meal of fruit salad, coke and two packets of cabin biscuit. I make the sign of the cross and heave, a sigh of relieve for being saved from prying eyes. Two more biscuits to go and she charges at me. 'So you are the new girl my husband spends lunchtime with' she says to me.