Sharon was driving home from work. It was 9;30 pm. She had stayed up late in her office getting the files in-order for a business proposition the next day. She cOuldnt wait tO arrive hOme as She was SUPER hungry. she had skipped lunch earlier as a result of stress of the day. Sharon was the secretary of STONE & BRICKS Ltd. She was a graduate frOm the university of ibadan. A yOung lady in her mid twenties,She displayed sO much dedication tOwards her job and that endeared her to her employers. Since her employment twO years ago, her salary has been periodically increased to a substantial amount. She lived cOmfOrtably and was enjoying the luxury of an automoblie, a wagon which she bought @ auction price 6 months ago. Her phOne rang. She pulled over to take the call. It was quite a lonely road. HellO. Whos this? she spoke into the mouth piece. its the plumber came the reply i came for the repairs but didnt meet you @ home Are you kidding me?, we agreed you should come on thursday, why coming today maam today is thursdaysaid the plumber with a hint of sarcasm in his voice. Oh! Im sO sorry. I have so many things on my mind lately.sharon apologised. can we reshedule it for another day? Sure. You have to decide DOnt worry, i will call you when im ready okay maam. And he hung up. Oh! gasped sharOn, turning her ignition, her mind was like a book. She was abOut engaging her automobile in a gear when she felt a hard cold substance on her neck. Her door glass was wind down. She nervOusly turned. A fiqure stood beside her car aiming a pistol @ her neck. He must have crawled up to her car as she hadnt nOticed any approachinq fiqure. Step out gOOd and nice commanded the man with the gun. His voice was so unearthly that you wouldnt want to bring its bearer to anger. Another guy stepped into the passengers seat beside her. pleaseee....... she stammered to say, but couldnt bring out the words. Woman get dOwnrepeated the first guy i hate repeating my self Sharon was already shivering like one who was poured Cold water @ the peak of hammattan. you no dey hear? asked the second guy that was in the car,in pidgin. That thing im hold for hand no be toy o She quickly got down the car without saying a word. The first guy hastily entered the car and drove off in such a high speed sharon didnt know her car possessed. It seemed like some nollywood movie to her. This kind of things happened only in movies. She was as dumbfounded as she was shocked and perhaps as nerved as she was dumbfounded. She felt something wet between her legs. She must have passed urine on herself!! She didnt even take the dinner she was rushin home for, she slept off amidst worry wit a heavy heart. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * A week later, sharon was now jumping bikes. But this morning no bike was in sight. She hated entering taxis and buses because of the traffic situation in lagos. They wouldnt leave unless their vehicle is filled up, and more often than not, traffic has built up during the process. The bikemen had a way of manouevering their way out of the heavy holdups in the city. It was 7:20 am. She had to be in office by 8.00 am. She flagged down a taxi. It was not really like the normal taxi but it was used for commercial purpose. Ikeja sharon said to its driver. 150 said the driver But i always ride fOr 100 lied sharon trying to cut price. The bikemen rode her @ 200. The driver was silent. He probably gets such things all the time. Best way was to ignore. Sharon hopped in all the same. She was running late. She sat in the front seat. There were three others in the back seat of the taxi. She saw something that looked familiar. It was some strokes on the disc player of the taxi. Oh! She was gettinq late, the only thinq on her mind was tO get to the office in time. SOOn they reached ikeja, she alighted, paid the driver and he sped off. She walked into her office. Good morninq sharon greeted mrs udOka the receptiOnist. mOrninq ma. HOw are yOu? lm fine. Michael was just tellinq me you lost your car yeah. @ gunpOint concurred sharon. sorry tO knOw that. Nobody told me. Those criminals shall meet their doom one day said mrs udoka with much contempt. surely they will With that sharon headed to her office. There was somethinq runninq through her mind. When she got to her office she sat down and began to ponder. THEN IT HIT HER!!!! The familiarity she felt in the car that took her to work was actually the three strokes mrs. Udokas two years old son embibed on her disc player. And come to think of it, the car was also a wagon. Could it be a coincidence?? The only difference was the colour of the vehicle. Hers was blue but this one is yellow. But then a car can be repainted. She cOuldnt believe she had just received a paid ride in her vehicle., yet she didnt realise it untill nOw. All thanks tO her utmost dedication to her jOb!
Posted on: Sun, 20 Jul 2014 09:16:53 +0000