Diary of a noble self employed naija dame (11)

By Bola Bilesanmi – Beebee

Opening Balance: N42, 500

We self-employed people begin to panic when our opening balance is below N50k but on this occasion, my feathers were not ruffled because I had a card up my sleeve. I leapt out of the bed with a spring to my feet. I was going to ring POW for now, we do not know if we are going to revert to POS.

At 9.00 on the dot, I rang POW, he picked up immediately, an act that has never occurred before, he never picks up my phone. Life moves in cycles. I know for sure now, he would always pick up my phone. He asked why I had not returned his calls, I informed him I had to visit my parents and reception was not at its best.

I asked him nicely why he was ringing and what would he want from me, as if I did not know. He went directly to the point and asked for forgiveness and the contract was mine if I still wanted it. This time it’s the whole 100%.

I offered him 20% ( a swindler would always be a swindler) he agreed to the terms of 20:80 then he must have thought of the last recording. He went on to inform me that it does not matter, 40% would be paid up front and 60% would follow later.

I thanked him nicely and ended the conversation, I forgot to add, he volunteered to ring me back. The cost of the whole conversation was borne by him. The dream of a curve television became vapour in a split second. I am sure it was going to be someone else’s headache, definitely not mine

I had to pinch myself in the flat, history has recorded a new event, that I had come out of this saga the winner, it can only be the wisdom of God.

As I sat in my flat, I looked round the flat, the first thing I would buy is a generator that can pump water, I am fed up of dry cleaning, I will have to pump water when it runs out. I must buy a Christian Louboutin shoe (for those who are not as exposed as we are, it’s the shoes with red soles ,although I hear Aba market has produced some red sole shoes) My mood changed suddenly, I was happy, I began to sing songs, I had to celebrate the victory.

I decided to celebrate the victory with a Chinese meal, I looked at my balance, I could afford ‘Jade Chinese Restaurant, I definitely had moved up the ladder, change had come. I rang for a Uber taxi. I was going to be reckless with money. Picking up my Phone I saw a credit alert POW had stayed true to his words. I transferred my recording from my phone to my laptop.

God forbid POW tries to steal my phone the next time I visit their office, and God forbid that I would use the information to blackmail him. I have come to the conclusion that the recording will become my meal ticket. ‘Cunny man die, na cunny woman go bury am’.

What a marvellous God we serve.

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