Just A Crack (7)

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The room was silent as I thought it would be, I took the opportunity, got up and walked out but not before I dragged Efya with me and warned her never to try that ambush rubbish with me again, I hope she listened, this one was as stubborn as they come.

“Ajifa I want to ask you something.” Oh boy, what’s she got stuck in her head this time, at 16 she already acted like a 25 year old. Life had hardened her at such an early age.

“yes” I reply whilst scrolling through my phone. “what do you really do for a living? I know you don’t work customer service for CBN as you claim, just tell me and I promise not to Judge you no matter what.”

I laugh hysterically, pick my bag and begin to rummage for the ID card I was able to procure thanks to one of my clients. I knew this day would come and I needed my story to be accurate. Funny thing is I don’t even know if there is a customer service department in CBN, I only knew I had to explain the large amounts of money that entered my account on a regular.

I show it to her and she takes it from me and begins to scan through as if looking for a fault. I don’t blame her, I expected the question when I first got them back but she never did ask but now that she has, I assume Jacqueline has something to do with it.

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Just a Crack (5)

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5 years later.

Its official, I had become a graduate of History and International Relations and boy, did it feel good! I threw my cap up in the air with my mates and felt the wave of freedom envelop me. I looked back at the row for Efya and baba (who insists he be called Marvin) they both looked teary eyed. Efya was more so happy knowing where we came from and how this was almost an impossibility.

She was already enrolled at the University of Lagos studying statistics and I was the proudest I could have ever been of her.

I thought of the life I had built for myself and my siblings, it wasn’t too shabby. A beautiful house in Lekki Phase 1, a nice range rover sport, and a mini cooper, Marvin was in one of the best schools in Lagos and Efya was in her own rented and furnished apartment off campus.

We had everything we needed and there was nothing anyone could do to take this away from us. I had worked my back to the bone and I was damn proud of my achievements.