“Who big man epp?”
“Abegi, Mama don die.”
I laughed. My older sister and only sibling never ceased to amuse me. “Client dey come. I go call you.” She made a comment about the rich man offering to improve her hairdressing business in exchange for an affair. “E don baff? Abegi!” We both laughed. “Make I call you back.”
I hung up. Salome was the only family I had and the most important person to me. I kept my phone aside and sat straight as a tall, hunky man pushed the door open, and strode in. His face rang an immediate bell.
It had been eight years, but I could never forget that face. Aaron Ezekiel. I swallowed hard. He’d barely changed, his bearded face still groomed, angular and handsome. He wore a nice-looking fitted striped shirt over skinny chino trousers.
He stopped short and arched an eyebrow. “Shirley?”
If I wasn’t an administrative officer in a Shipping Logistics Firm, I’d be an actress, or an undercover agent.
I shook my head slowly. “I’m sorry.”
His eyes widened. “You’re not Shirley?”
“Not at all, sir.”
He smirked. “Wow. God indeed created us in twos. Forgive me, huh, you look exactly like a lady I knew.”
I shrugged. “Good afternoon, sir. How may I help you?”
He shuddered, obviously still unable to believe I was not me. “You’re new here?”
Sinmisola Ogúnyinka is a pastor’s wife, mother, writer and movie producer. She has a university degree in Economics, and is a Craftsman of Christian Writers’ Guild. She lives with her family in Pretoria, South Africa.
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