VOICE FOR THE POOR… SEASON THREE
EPISODE 1
Thanks a million Abr@m, God bless you both. I responded happily.
I was employed in Abr@m’s shop the following week, and started giving my all.
Days pas-sed into weeks, weeks into months, and the number of customers kept increasing.
People refused to buy from the shop when they met my abs£nce.
There was this gentleman who frequently c@m£ to buy goods from the shop. He liked me so much for a reason best known to himself.
We exchanged contacts one day, and began talking as friends anytime I close from work.
Brenda, do you know why I frequently buy from your shop? He asked me on one faithful day.
No Kobby, plea-se tell me. I responded.
It’s because of you. I admire your ha-rd work and determination. You are beautiful from inside. He complimented.
Thanks so much, I never knew. I responded shyly.
Our friendsh!pgrew, and he began visiting me at home.
One day, Abr@m called me into the sitting room for a sisterly talk.
Brenda, you know how much I love you as my sister. There is something I’ve realised, and I want us to dive into it. He said.
I’m all ears Abr@m, talk to me. I responded.
Brenda, I’ve been seeing my customer Kobby Williams in this house, and I believe he has more than friendsh!pin mind.
The only thing I want you to know is that, he is a good person, so make up your mind in case he proposes to you. Abr@m advised.
I giggled and responded.
Abr@m, there is no description for a good person unless the person proves himself worth it.
I like Kobby, and there is no doubt about that, but one thing I know is that, I am not in any way re-ady to be in a relationsh!p.
Relationsh!pentails a lot. It entails the ability to support each one another when the nee-d arises.
As far as I’m concerned, I am not financially stable enough to support my p@rtner in case I enter into any relationsh!p.
I am currently poor. Poor in peace of mind, poor in decision ma-king and poor in achievements.
Abr@m, I am not that type of woman who wants to be a liability on a man.
Relationsh!pis not a charity organization where a man takes care of a woman like a disabled person.
Women are supposed to be the helpers and not the burden. I explained.
Awww Brenda, you are so witty. I can’t just believe you are this intelligent.
If all women were like you on this earth, God wouldn’t have bothered to waste fuel and energy to s£nd us to heaven, because heaven would have been right here on earth. Abr@m pla-yfully responded.
We both laughed over it.
Minutes later, Nhyira walked in, but refused to greet any of us.
Nhyira, come back here. What is wrong with you? Didn’t you see us here? Abr@m asked.
I’m not in the mood for any trouble Abr@m, as you can see, I am very tired and I nee-d to rest. She responded and walked out on us.
Abr@m, be a man and handle her, I believe something is eating her up. I stated and walked into my room.
I could hear the both of them arguing loudly in the room, something I’ve never heard them do before.
Abr@m walked out and drove out of the house on t©p speed.
What is happening? What has come over Nhyira? I thought worriedly.
An hour later, I heard a knock on my door.
I checked on the person and it was Kobby.
Hey Kobby, welcome. How have you been? Didn’t you go to church today? I asked.
I am in church Brenda. A church is the place where two people have met in the name of God. As usual, I know you are going to preach the sermon to me as I am here. He tea-singly responded.
Come on Kobby, you don’t have to tease me this way. I responded pla-yfully.
Before I could add more words, I heard a ban-g on my door.
Come out here Brenda! It was Nhyira.
I quic-kly run out to meet her.
To be continued…
VOICE FOR THE POOR… SEASON THREE
EPISODE 2
I quic-kly run out to meet her.
Nhyira I’m here, plea-se I hope there isn’t any problem? I asked.
Brenda, no one is your maid in this house, if you care to know, I have had enough of you. She yelled angrily.
I’m sorry for my unknown actions that has provoked you to this extent, but plea-se tell me, what I have done wrong. I inquired calmly.
Cut the pretence! What have you done this morning since you woke up?
Have you filled the barrel with water? Have you mopped the sitting room? Have you prepared breakfast? In fact, have you done the laundry? She screamed on t©p of her voice.
Nhyira, I woke up at exactly 4am, by then, you were still slee-ping.
I washed, mopped, filled the barrel, prepared breakfast, and even ironed the dress you will wear for church as an extra work.
May I plea-se know what is left that I didn’t do? I asked.
She stood shamefully without knowing what to say.
Well, since there is nothing more to talk about, I will like to attend to my visitor. I stated and walked back into my room.
Brenda, is everything alright? Why is Nhyira roaring like a lion? What did you do? Kobby worriedly asked.
Don’t worry Kobby, it is a mere women diarrhoea and I have the antidote to that. I responded.
I hope so Brenda, plea-se stay safe for me. He responded.
Minutes later, I again heard a knock on my door.
It was Nhyira again, looking sober this time around.
Brenda, I’m here to apologise for my actions, plea-se forgive me. I didn’t know you had done all the chores. She said.
I hold no grudges against you Nhyira, it is sometimes normal to exercise your vocal cords to know your limit of voice production.
Now that you know your voice is too tiny to scream in a stadium for it to be heard, I think you will have to re-strategise how best you can make people hear your voice without being harsh or angry. I sarcastically responded.
Eeeeiii Brenda, is this your response to a simple apology? She asked.
An apology must be simple, but the response mustn’t. It must include a cute scolding and an advice. I responded pla-yfully.
We all laughed over it, stayed in my room together to chat until Kobby left.
Days later, Nhyira c@m£ into my room for a conversation.
Brenda, there is something I want to tell you. She stated worriedly.
Talk to me Nhyira, what is it? I asked.
Brenda, the guy who has been coming here is seriously attached. She said.
Alright Nhyira, but the truth is, I don’t have any problem with his attachment. He is my friend and I have nothing against his personal life. I responded.
Brenda are you sure? Are you sure he has not been slee-ping with you anytime he comes here? She asked.
Nhyira, I am very sorry you see a pr©st!tût£in me, but unfortunately, I can’t blame your guilty eyes. The only thing I can tell you is that, we are friends and we will continue to be friends until his fiancee warn us to st©p. I responded unhappily.
Well Brenda, I know you are not happy with what we are discussing, but plea-se, I am like a sister to you, and I won’t like anything bad to happen to you. She said.
Anyway, when are you starting school? It’s been a year now, and I guess you’ve gathered enough money to cater for yourself. She inquired.
You are right Nhyira, I’ve made up my mind to buy the next re-adily available forms. I believe that will be in two months. I responded.
I’ve heard you Brenda, all the best then. She responded and walked out of my room.
Kobby invited me to his house one sunday for lunch.
I dressed up and just when I was stepping out, Nhyira called me from behind.
Brenda, where are you going to?
My husband has gone out and you are also going out, I hope it isn’t what I’m thinking. She asked suspiciously.
Nhyira, I don’t know the kind of emotional ailment you are battling, but whichever one it is, I wish you a speedy recovery. Get well soon. I responded and walked out on her.
I got to Kobby’s house, and he was more than happy to see me.
To be continued..