The Good Life serialization 2
Uba was of medium height and of
similar build complemented by regular exercise, outdoors and indoors.
Thirty-seven years of age, he looked much younger which was one of his best
assets right from time. He was a clearing and forwarding agent with Vintage
International, a reputable company in such matters. His monthly salary wasn’t
that great but he lived very well, well beyond his salary should make him
because of the sharp practices he, and virtually all the C&F boys, engaged
in.
And it was also the only reason
he was able to give Dupe the sort of lifestyle she demanded from him and was
actually her due.
His apartment was furnished
tastefully in a Spartan pattern with not-too-expensive and not-too-cheap
furniture and had relics of his life – photos and plaques – on the walls.
He chose the white towel
monogrammed with his initials from the heat rack and picked his way gingerly
into the bathroom to wash his body. He was out of the tub a quarter of an hour
later, and glancing into the mirror again, he saw his eyes were now okay, normal.
Standing in front of his crowded
wardrobe (the result of a practical clothing allowance from Vintage
International and his own deals), he selected a black pinstripe jacket, a Marks
& Spencer white shirt, a pair of grey slacks and black Loake shoes for the
day. He added a dark shade of sunglasses to his outfit and didn’t forget to
clip his ID card with the port permit on it to his blazer’s inner breast
pocket.
He was handsome dressed the way
he was, he knew. It brought a lot of women’s work his way and the aura of
confidence he exuded also helped a lot.
His Baume & Mercier stainless
steel wristwatch showed him the time was 7.14am. Just enough time left for him
to get to the office before eight o’clock. It also meant he would have to eat
out as usual almost every working day as there was always no time to prepare
his own breakfast and get to the office on time.
*****
The morning sun sailed out fully
as he stepped out of the danfo which had just ground to a stop at Apapa Wharf
Bus Stop.
He had joined the commercial
passenger medium bus after taking a speedboat across the black muddy waters of
Ajegunle to Waterside. The danfo had sped down Marine Road, making several
stops, bypassed Liverpool Road turning, and entered Creek Road which led
straight to Apapa Wharf.
He brushed his clothes to both
clean them of any dirt and smoothen them. He could see a lot of people and cars
entering the port. As was the custom every Monday morning, being the first day
of the working week and the day to really get the work week going in the right
manner, all ten gates of the wharf were in full use.
Note: This is the second page of the Oseyiza Oogbodo book, The Good Life. More excerpts to follow
on this blog. It's available as an eBook on Amazon and many other stores
through the links.
His other available eBooks are Short
Story Galore, The Newell Murder, Dedication To The Ugly, I Wasn’t Paid For My
Bill Clinton Performance, I’m Not A Husband Snatcher, Most Musicians Are Like
Beggars, The Billionaire Entertainers, Nigeria Is Better Than America, Michael
Jackson Didn’t Inspire Me, Ear Rings Are Meant For Slaves, Demons Tremble At My
Sight, The Man Who’s Seen His Own Funeral, If My Daughter Becomes A Prostitute,
Reading Is Dying Because Of Mothers, Jesus Will Return Through Nigeria, DJs
Don’t Support Good Music, and It’s
Nonsense To Beg, Pay For Awards and two stand-alone short stories, The Gamble and The Parcel.
All his books are available digitally on Amazon.
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