Sunday, 4 December 2016

Grace to Grass

GRACE TO GRASS

     “Hello…” Lilian exclaimed as she picked her phone call.

     It was an unknown number.

     “Good morning, dear.” An unfamiliar masculine voice greeted immediately.

     “Good morning, Sir…” she responded. “Please, who’s this?”

It was about some minutes past ten on October 8, 2008.

     “Please, is this Okoro Lilian?” The unknown voice enquired amidst the suspense.

     “Yes,” she replied in a very low tone. “Please, who is this?” She queried anxiously.

“Eh-eh-m,” the caller quickly cleared his throat. “Okay, this is Adewale Martins.”

     The name was relatively unknown to her.

     “The Human Resources Manager of Arise Group of Companies, Abuja.” He clarified.

     “Oh,” Lilian exclaimed. “Good morning, Sir.” She reiterated excitedly and apprehensively.

     Arise Group of Companies Limited was one of the notable firms in Nigeria whose headquarters was situated in the country’s Capital Territory, Abuja; it majored mainly in production of foods such as garri, baking flour and condiments, wheat and corn flour. Lilian successfully passed through both the oral and written job interviews of the company few days back alongside other several applicants.

     Lilian, a 29-year old lady, was a graduate of Marketing from the Ambrose Alli University, Ekpoma, Edo State, Nigeria; she graduated five years back, precisely 2003, after which she participated in the Nigeria’s compulsory one-year National Youth Service programme.

     Mr Martins who happened to be the leader of the 5-man interview crew set up by the company got her phone number from the Curriculum Vitae (CV) she tendered to the company.

     “Morning, my dear,” He responded to the greeting. “Where do you reside?” He added.

    “Kubwa Sir.” She answered.

    Kubwa, which was one of the major suburban districts in Abuja, was slightly near to the location of the company.

     “Okay, you’re a resident of Abuja?”

     “Yes Sir.”

     “Can you make it to our office first thing tomorrow morning?”

     Of course, that was one of the most vital questions she longed to hear considering how long she had spent in the labour market.

     “Like what time, Sir?”

     “By 9am.”

     “Yes Sir,” she gladly concurred. “I can.”

     “Okay, till then,” he said. “Ask of me when you come.”

     “Okay Sir.” Replied Lilian, smiling.

      He cut the call instantly.

      The following day being October 9, 2008, Lilian who couldn’t wait to embrace the moment arrived at the company as scheduled at exactly thirty-one minutes past eight in the morning (8.31 am) far earlier to the agreed time. When she got to the place, she was told that the HRM – Mr Martins was yet to be on seat, so she had to wait till about some minutes past nine when he eventually arrived.

      “Good morning, Sir.” Lilian greeted, head bent as she walked into Mr Martins’ office having closed the door.

     Lilian clad in black suit coupled with black plain trousers, black plain shoes and a white shirt recollected the face she was seeing having come across Martins on a few occasions.

     “Hello pretty,” Martins seated on his office chair in his white suit exclaimed, smiling. “How long have you been here?”

     “Almost an hour, Sir.” She said. Stood still.

     “Please sit down.” He urged.

     “Thank you, Sir.” Said Lilian. Majestically sat on one of the chairs positioned opposite the host.

    “You are welcome.”

    There was a few seconds silence.

     “Actually… I invited you for a crucial interaction,” he said. “That would be helpful to you.”

    “Okay Sir.” She said, nodding. Smiled heavily.

     Her arms, which held each other, were placed on the table.

    “You see,” He rode on. “I like helping young girls like you.”

     “Thank you, Sir.” She appreciated, lowering her head which was beautified with gorgeously plaited black hairs.

     “Especially pretty ones like you.” He added.

      She smiled.

      Lilian who was naturally endowed, was obviously a dark pretty damsel that any man would wished to behold; she was plump and average in height. Mr Martins who was in his early fifties picked interest in her during the interview exercise.

    “Before I proceed,” he said. “I would like to ask you a question.”

    “What is it, Sir?”

    “Do you truly want to get this job?”

Amazed. “Sir,” she said. “This is what I’ve been looking for, for over four years now.”

     “Meaning,” said the HRM. “You can’t wait to have the job, right?”

     “Yes Sir.” She replied passionately.

     He smiled. “So,” he said. “Are you willing to do what is expected of you?” He finally hinted.

     “Like what, Sir?”

     “It’s a pity you’re not familiar with the tradition.”

     The unsuspecting applicant remained curious.

      Since the interview segment Mr Martins picked interest in her, he had been preoccupied with series of fantasies regarding his foreseen relationship with her. Mr Martins was a randy man to the core in spite of the fact that he was happily married with four children; he was very good in playing games.

     “Meet me at New Haven Hotel tomorrow by 10am,” Martins urged. “By then, the picture would be clearer to you.”

     “Hotel…?” Lilian shouted naively. Deeply surprised.

     “Stop acting like a kid,” Martins enjoined. “This is what your mates do to get what they want.”

     At this point, she needed not a prophet to interpret the circumstance to her; she couldn’t believe herself. When she was invited over the previous day, she was totally of the view that she was coming to pick her employment letter unknowingly to her that the reverse was the case. Lilian was an ardent practising Christian owing to her family background, who couldn’t imagine betraying the faith she had nurtured since childhood let alone doing so with a man who was old enough to be her father.

     “Sir, are you actually asking me to have an affair with you?” She verified.

    “The handwriting is bold and clear,” he said. “Or, isn’t it?”

    “I’m sorry Sir,” she said. “I can’t.”

    “Stop being naive, young lady…” He ranted.

Martins was a no nonsense man who believed he could get anything he wanted on a platter of gold.

     “I’ve painstakingly gone through your CV,” he continued, frowning. “You have been in the labour market for four years now.” He said, looking into her eyes seriously. “And, I’m sure you wouldn’t wish to continue with the unending job hunt.”

Immediately, he appeared to her not unlike a monster. The scene occurred to her like a daydream.

     “Besides, do you think you’re the only lady among the teeming applicants?” He proceeded. “I chose you because I care so much about you.”

    There was absolute silence.

   “I’m sorry Sir,” she said. “I can’t.” She disclosed. Stood up.

   “Are you sure about this?” He enquired. Amazed. Still on his seat.

    He was yet to encounter such manner of rigidity since he commenced his promiscuous lifestyle.

Lilian was speechless while standing. She felt like pouring him acid.

    “Well, I will give you some time to think about it.” He added.

    “There’s nothing to think about.” She ranted. Hurriedly took her handbag which was kept on the table and walked towards the office entrance.

    “Nonsense,” Martins lamented. “Go and remain in the street; apparently that’s where you belong.”

     She hastily stopped on hearing the abuse, angrily turned her head to where he was seated, sighed at him and dashed out.

     “Non…sense!” Martins reiterated disappointedly. Stood up. “Look at someone I wanted to help.” He thought aloud.

             * * * * * *

     “Hello,” Mr Martins said as he answered his phone, which had already rang twice, right in his office. “Who’s this?”

    “Sir, it’s me.”

It was an unknown feminine voice.

     “Who, please?”

     “Lilian,” the voice answered. “Okoro Lilian.”

     Probably he didn’t save her number on his phonebook.

     That was the least of the names Martins expected to hear. It was in the morning on 16th of October 2008, exactly one week the caller furiously left his office.

     Lilian thought it wise to resort to his demand after she got a misleading advice from one of her closest friends, Kemi who was also a job hunter. Having shared the ordeal with her (Kemi), Kemi told her that that was the kind of opportunity she had be awaiting, stating that she wished she was in her (Lilian’s) shoes; hence, warned her not to forfeit the offer. She never minded discussing the issue with her mum as she had always done; thus she decided to keep her parents in the dark.

    “So, what can I do for you?” Martins queried.

    “Please Sir,” she said. “Can I come and see you in the office tomorrow?”

    “For what?”

    “I will explain when I come, Sir.”

    “Young lady, tell me what you’re coming to my office to do,” he urged. “The last time you were here, I was like a monster to you.”

     There was silence.

     “Would you speak?” He reiterated. “Or, should I cut this call?”

     “No Sir,” she feverishly said. Gushed out tears. “I’ve accepted.”  She eventually hinted in a low tone.

     “Accepted what…?” He pretentiously enquired.

     “The offer, Sir.”

     “Which offer?” He loudly asked. Laughed falsely. “You amuse me; do you think we are selling crayfish here?”

     “Please Sir.”

     “I’m sorry,” he said. “Someone who’s more serious has taken the space.”

     “Plea…se Sir,” she pleaded. “I’m very sorry for all the pains I caused you.”

     He smiled; the plea was so fascinating to him. He was wondering if such plea was coming from a woman who acted exactly like a saint few days ago in his office.

     “So, what do you want me to do now?” He said. “Manufacture a space for you?”

    “Sir, I know you can do something.” She thought aloud. “Please, I’m on my knees.”

    “Okay,” he said. “Meet me at same venue at ten o’clock tomorrow morning.”

    “Remind me the name, Sir.”

    “New Haven Hotel,” he responded. “Room 235.”

    “Okay Sir,” she concurred. “I’ll be there by ten.”

    “Good luck then.” Martins dished out. Cut the call even though he wasn’t the caller.

     Afterwards, in two days’ time, Lilian became a staff of the Marketing Department of Arise Group of Companies Limited. Interestingly, she was issued an official car with a driver on commencement based on the ethics of the company.

     Amazingly, Lilian’s romantic affair with Martins continued to the extent that the silly game was being played even in their respective offices. Initially, it remained secret not until one fateful afternoon when they were caught in the act right in Martins’ office. The company’s Management couldn’t believe it; Martins promiscuous behaviour was undoubtedly hidden to them prior to the unthinkable incident.

     Subsequently, both of them were dismissed from the company. The unforeseen moment of grace to grass came at about four months after Lilian secured the employment, February 2009 specifically.

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