Jamaica

Chapter 23

The key rattled it's way into the key hole of the front door as  Abisola opened it with a worried look. She had just got back home after a long day at work, and was hoping to spend the weekend in peace. But her boss had agitated her when he  told her to find the source of the Sambo stories.  She knew then that the weekend wasn't going to be a peaceful one. 

She had to get that information at all cost as the words of her boss sounded like an ultimatum to her. Find the source, he had told her. Those words stuck to her mind so well that she found herself repeating them quietly over and over again.

 As she entered the house and closed the door, she reluctantly took her shoes off and dropped her bag and car keys on the little side shelf to the right of the door. She sighed as she looked around the house. Femi, how I wish you were just here with me, it's just too lonely right now. she mumbled quietly. Slowly, she dragged herself to the kitchen to get herself a glass of wine. There was too much on her mind to think of anything else. 

When she got there, she opened the fridge and took out the half empty bottle of wine that Femi had left and stared at it. Femi had opened it and went on to drink it, despite her protesting that she wanted to keep it for a special occasion. Now and with the tension building up around her, she had no choice but to empty the bottle. She took a glass and poured a glass full of the wine, and gulped it down immediately. She then filled the glass a second time, emptying the bottle.

 Slowly she headed towards the sitting room, poised to sit down and think about what to do next. But as she approached it, she stopped when her eyes caught sight of Jamaica.

"There's no need to stop Abisola, come and sit down." Abisola was shocked when she saw Jamaica. She looked around to see if there were any broken windows. She then went to the front door and checked, but there was no sign of a break in.

"Agnes, how did you get into my house?" She asked raising her voice.

"You said you wanted to see me, so I came."
"That is not the question I asked you, Agnes." Agnes got up and sighed.

"You want to know how I opened the door, right?"  Abisola nodded.

"Yes, how did you get in?" Jamaica sighed and folded her arms.

"Well, that is a part of me that you don't know."

. "What are you talking about?" Jamaica pointed her hands at one of the chairs and told Abisola to sit down.

"It's best you sit down if we have to talk." Abisola frowned but obeyed and went to sit down. When both women had finally settled down, Jamaica looked Abisola in the eye and couldn't believe that her best friend had no idea what was going on around her.

"You hate me don't you, Abisola?" Abisola looked at her with disgust and was just hoping that their little meeting would end soon. She raised her glass up and sipped her wine, while staring hatefully at Jamaica.

"What do you think, Agnes?"

"I think you still hold some grudges towards me " Abisola looked intensely at Jamaica and sighed.

"And shouldn't I? after all that happened."

"I'm aware of what happened but do not use that as a pretext to nurse grudges against me. I am still your best friend."

"Then prove it to me, Agnes."

" I have, by doing what I felt was in your best interest."

"Seriously?"

"Yes." Abisola sighed, and looked at Jamaica.

"Then tell me what happened at the restaurant?" .
"is that why you wanted to see me?" Jamaica asked, as she got up.