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    *When you play with fire, no one needs to tell you
    that you will get burnt.*
    7:10 am, 2nd May 2016.
    Monday Morning,
    Lagos, Nigeria.
    I was shivering as I stood outside in the pouring
    rain, waiting for a bus to arrive so I could get to
    work. I’d been in the same spot for close to an
    hour. This situation could have easily been
    avoided but did I listen to the weather forecasts
    yesterday? No. Instead, I thought I could beat the
    elements. I never really believed in predictions
    I took a few shaky steps to the nearest shelter I
    could find. The bus stop provided me with no
    cover from the rain at all. Trying as much as
    possible to shield my phone, I dialled the one
    person I felt could help me out. Of course I
    expected an ‘I told you so’ but in this case, I
    would gladly take that over looking like a drowned
    “Hey Daniel, it’s me.” I said as soon as he picked
    “Dami, where are you?”
    “Stranded in the rain.”
    “Let me guess, you didn’t listen to the forecast and
    now you need a favour.” He sighed.
    “What is it this time? Shall I tell Mr Hassan you’ve
    come down with a cold like the last time you
    didn’t have a cold?”
    “That wasn’t entirely a lie, okay? Besides, the way
    things were going, I really might catch a cold this
    “Can you please pick me up?”
    I was silent as I counted down mentally. 3…2…1
    “Okay, tell me where exactly you are. I’ll come
    I couldn’t help but smile. Despite his sour attitude,
    I knew he would come through for me. After
    describing the area, I tucked my phone away in my
    pocket and waited.
    The street was free from activity, only a few cars
    drove by occasionally but no one else was out in
    this rain. I felt the shivers grow more intense as a
    strange tingling sensation drifted down my neck
    and I started to worry, the weather wasn’t that cold
    to make me feel this way. What on earth is wrong
    with me?
    The roar of a familiar engine reached my ears
    about 10 minutes later and I stepped out of my
    little shelter. The rider took off his helmet and
    gestured for me to hurry up.
    “You know you owe me, right?” Daniel grumbled as
    I climbed on his bike.
    If you’re thinking it’s a power bike… then you’re
    absolutely wrong. It’s a Suzuki that he saved up
    for a really long time to buy. Even if we pooled
    resources together, neither of us would be able to
    afford a power bike, let alone a car. That was how
    broke we were.
    “Your favours are always expensive.” I complained.
    “That’s why they aren’t free.” He stated.
    I rolled my eyes as I collected the spare helmet
    from him and braced myself as he started the bike.
    “Better don’t fall off.” He yelled over the noise of
    the engine.
    “I know it would make your day if I did.”
    He probably didn’t hear my reply because we were
    already moving. Good thing too, unless he might
    have dumped me back by the side of the road.
    When we got to Exquisite, a popular hotel and
    restaurant where we worked, I made sure to sneak
    into my work station quietly. There were only 15
    minutes till we officially opened for the day and I
    still needed to get changed and sign in.
    “Well, if it isn’t Beauty and the Beast.”
    Guess I wasn’t discreet enough.
    I sighed and looked up at Kayla, a co-worker. She
    wasn’t even the one who came up with the
    nickname for us, that was Kevin who I personally
    consider to be an irritant, but the name stuck and
    everyone started using it. What’s even worse is…
    I’m not Beauty.
    I saw Daniel hide a smirk as he walked past me
    and I eyed him swiftly before focusing on signing
    in for the day. I grabbed my work uniform which
    was a fitted white shirt along with a red waistcoat
    and matching skirt. I never understood why our
    uniforms had to be so tight; we were serving food
    for crying out loud.
    “By the way, you’re on serving duty in Section A,
    tables 1-5.” She announced before walking away.
    I groaned silently. That was the section where the
    most impatient customers were. It was also the
    closest one to the main entrance and the section
    everyone tried to avoid.
    Around 10am, customers started trickling in. The
    rush hour wasn’t until about 12noon till 2pm when
    most people were on their lunch break so it was
    relatively calm-
    “Can I get some service over here or what?” A
    customer yelled.
    As you can see, not always.
    “Hello, are you ready to order?” I smiled.
    “What do you think I called you over here for, to
    chat?” He snapped.
    “I’m sorry, sir.” I said.
    It took all the self-will I had to keep that smile
    from melting off.
    He handed me his menu which was a slate that
    displayed all the dishes and drinks we served.
    There were blank boxes next to each item and
    customers simply ticked what they wanted with the
    erasable pen the restaurant provided.
    Minutes later, the food was arranged on my
    serving tray and I headed over to deliver it to the
    table. Suddenly, that strange tingling sensation
    from earlier crept up the back of my neck again,
    distracting me and almost turning my body numb.
    I couldn’t even feel my limbs.
    “Look out!”
    I wasn’t sure who yelled the warning but the next
    thing I knew, the serving tray was airborne and
    food went flying in different directions. As I stood
    there in the midst of the mess, with several eyes
    locked on me, all I could think was…
    Oh God, I am so fired.
    The man’s eyes were blazing. I now had first-hand
    understanding of the saying, ‘If looks could kill.’
    A throat cleared to my left and I turned to find
    another pair of accusing eyes. His eyes weren’t the
    only thing that stood out though, what really
    caught my attention was the large oil stain that
    now adorned the front of his white shirt. This guy
    must hate me by now. Everyone knows how tough
    it is to get oil stains out of white fabric.
    He raised a single questioning eyebrow, waiting for
    me to finish. He seemed calm, almost too calm.
    Acting on impulse, I grabbed a napkin from a
    nearby table and started dabbing frantically at his
    “I’m so sorry sir. I’m really so-”
    He held up a palm and I stopped. He gingerly took
    my hand off the front of his shirt, like it was
    contaminated or something and took the napkin
    out of my grip, setting it back on the table. It was
    only then I realised I was helping to spread the
    stain instead. He didn’t say a word as he walked
    past me and out of the restaurant, stained shirt and
    I fumbled with gathering the scattered dishes,
    trying to clean up the mess but my hands were
    failing me. I’d never felt this clumsy in my life. A
    gentle nudge pushed me to the side as Daniel
    picked up the dishes. Kayla showed up seconds
    later trying to appease the irritated customer. She
    tossed me a look to make myself scarce so I
    immediately apologised and headed towards the
    employees’ room at the back.
    Once I shut the door behind me, I collapsed into a
    seat and rubbed my palms together. Some sense
    of feeling was coming back into them now. What
    happened back there, I had no idea. The door
    swung open but I didn’t look up, expecting it to be
    Daniel or Kayla.
    “That was a very graceful display back there.”
    My heart sank. It was Kevin.
    “News travels fast.” I said.
    “No one had to report that Dami, the whole
    restaurant probably saw it.”

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    “Get out Kevin.”
    He shrugged and made to leave before turning
    back sharply.
    “Oh, and the manager wants to see you.” He said
    before shutting the door.
    He just had to have the last word. Now I felt myself
    turning cold, dreading what was to come.
    A few minutes later, I knocked on Mr Hassan’s
    door and waited for his reply before walking in. He
    was a stern man who had built his business up
    from scratch to what it is today. The famous story
    is that the great restaurant, Exquisite , started out
    with only N10,000 and a lot of determination.
    “What happened out there? I heard the commotion
    all the way from my office.” His piercing eyes
    stared at me, waiting for an answer.
    “I had a small accident while serving a customer.”
    “I trust you’ve cleared that up and apologised
    “Yes sir.”
    “Good. This should never repeat itself, do you
    understand me?”
    I nodded and waited for him to dismiss me.
    “Which section did you serve today?” He asked
    “Section A.”
    He was silent for a moment and his eyes seemed
    to flicker.
    “Starting from next week, you will serve in the
    Reserved Area. There’s been a shortage of staff
    ever since Bukky resigned. Besides, excluding
    today’s mishap, you’ve been one of my loyal
    workers so far. Talk to Kayla after work today,
    she’ll tell you what to do. Now, you can leave.”
    As I walked out of his office, I was beyond
    confused. The Reserved Area wasn’t just for
    anybody. The customers who went there weren’t
    your average Lagosian. They were secluded in a
    private wing of the restaurant and they even had a
    different menu altogether. Getting moved to a
    higher section was considered a promotion
    amongst the staff but what really amazed me was
    that Mr Hassan promoted me after I had clearly
    just made a blunder. Talk about irony.
    “How did it go?” Daniel asked when I came out.
    “Don’t tell me everyone knows I was called into
    the manager’s office.”
    “News travels fast around here Dami.”
    He was practically repeating the words I’d said to
    Kevin earlier.
    “I realise that. Anyway,” I smiled. “I’m going to be
    working in the Reserved Area from next week.”
    “No way. VIP?”
    “Why would I lie about that?”
    “Wow, that’s huge. Good luck.” He nodded with an
    impressed look.
    “Thanks, I almost can’t believe it myself.”
    “Make sure you tell me what goes on in there, you
    can be my informant.”
    I laughed as we went back to our workstation. Not
    up to 5 minutes later, another impatient customer
    yelled for service. I glanced at Daniel and he
    gestured for me to stay put. Neither of us wanted a
    repeat of the scenario earlier. I set about arranging
    the cutlery instead.
    Thank God I’ll be out of here soon.
    But little did I know that my unexpected promotion
    came with its side effects.
    When I got to my dorm room after work, I juggled
    the task of finding my room keys along with
    holding my phone tucked between my shoulder
    and ear. I was on the phone with Toyin, my elder
    sister who could talk a mile per minute when she
    was excited and she had every right to be. After
    all, she’ll be getting married in a couple of
    ”Ah Dami, I’m finished!”
    I nearly dropped my phone in shock. Quickly, I
    pushed the door open and dropped my keys on the
    reading table.
    “What happened? Are you alright?”
    “Can you imagine? The caterer just called a few
    minutes ago to tell me that instead of the Red
    Velvet cake with Chocolate Mousse filling and
    Vanilla Buttercream frosting I ordered, he made a
    plain Vanilla cake! Who the heck wants plain
    Vanilla on their wedding day? Is he deaf or he’s
    trying to jinx my wedding?”
    I removed the phone from my ear, stared at it in
    disbelief and held it up again.
    “Pardon?” I asked.
    “Oh, abi you too you’re deaf?”
    “I thought you had a crisis.” I said.
    “Of course this is a crisis. It’s my wedding we’re
    talking about here.”
    “Toyin, the wedding is just one day. What about
    the actual marriage?”
    “The journey of a thousand miles begins with one
    step. The wedding day is the first step Dami, and it
    has to start out on the right foot.”
    I sighed. She had me there.
    “Anyway, what do you plan on doing about this?”
    “I simply said I won’t pay a dime until it’s fixed.
    It’s Red Velvet cake or nothing.”
    “We both know you won’t bypass a wedding cake,
    “Exactly, so my cake has to be ready.”
    After that, I managed to divert her attention
    towards other issues that didn’t have to do with
    flour and eggs. When we ended the call, I yawned
    and looked around. My roommate obviously hadn’t
    been in the room today. Sometimes, the girl
    disappeared for days at a stretch before suddenly
    showing up again. We didn’t even talk much, how
    could you be friends with someone you rarely even
    see and who ignores you half the time?
    After getting dinner ready, I set about preparing for
    the new semester which was to start in a few days.
    I was one of those students who was always early
    to arrive on campus. Call me overambitious, I
    don’t mind. I’d just finished arranging my clothes
    for each day of the week when I heard a knock on
    the door. I frowned and turned in its direction. I
    rarely have visitors and if it was my roommate
    Chioma, she wouldn’t knock because she has her
    own key.
    I looked through the peephole but didn’t see
    anyone. I’ve never been a paranoid person, but
    something about this seemed odd. Gently, I
    opened the door and searched the hallway. No one
    was outside and all the other dorm rooms were
    locked. I took a step forward and my foot hit an
    object on the floor. I glanced down to find a plain
    package wrapped in brown paper.
    It was like a scene out of a horror movie, except
    there was no creepy music.
    I picked up the package, praying I wouldn’t turn
    into a tuber of yam. After all, these are hard times
    of recession and everyone wants free food. After
    checking to see that all my limbs were still intact, I
    went back into the room and opened the package.
    My brows wrinkled in confusion when a white shirt
    fell out, it was a masculine design. Was this
    someone’s idea of a joke? A secret admirer who
    couldn’t even pick out the right style of clothes?
    That was when I saw it; the huge oil stain on the
    front of the shirt and there was only one place
    where I’d seen a shirt in this exact same style. My
    heart raced in my chest as I hurriedly jerked the
    door open to see if he was still hanging around,
    but the hallway was empty and I stood alone.
    It was then I realised that I had been followed.


    A soiled shirt? I know I would start locking all the
    windows, What would you have done if it were
    you? Tell us in the comment section below.

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    looks like d story is already on this site

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    ya but couldn’t find the thread so I opened another one

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    next episode loading

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