After The I Do's (Complete)

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I looked around my room to be sure I was ready for work. I looked at the time and nearly screamed.

I'm late

I quickly put on my wig, brushing it with a comb, then taking a rubber band, I tied my hair. I am an event planner, and I happen to be the manager. I was lucky that my boss, Mr Chuka employed me straight out of university and automatically made me his manager. Said something about being indebted to my dad and who am I to reject a dream job? Most of the workers were angry, especially Mr Brown but I don't care. And before I forget too, I'm a baker. I usually bake for the clients instead of getting a baker. The jiggling of my front door made me sigh and walk to my parlour. I was happy I locked it from inside

My neighbours were very annoying people. They don't knock. Like they're paying for this house  for me

"Ebby abeg open your door" a voice from outside called

I walked to my door, turning the key in its keyhole, I opened the door. I shivered from the November breeze and I began wishing that the harmattan was over. I began wondering if I should exchange my short-sleeved top for a long sleeve. Nimota stood there, a little frown on her face and hands on her waist.

"Why did you now lock your door?" She asked trying to come inside my room. I glared at her and stood at the door, folding my hand over my chest, not letting her come in. The wind blew again and I began regretting my choice of clothing again.

In my defence, my room was warm.

"Abi to knock is hard for you? I've warned you to be knocking on my door. You did not pay rent for me ooo"

"Free that thing jhoor. Eh hen please ehhh borrow me that your fine black dress that is tight. One Alhaji is taking me out this night. I need to look good" her face lit up with joy and she was thinking about her outing

"I can't give you that dress. I don't share my clothes" I replied

"Abegi. You that gave me that your yellow top the other day?" She asked as she frowned

"Did I take it back? Shey I dash you that one? So abeg, no. I'm not giving" I replied

"I'll come back early and give it to you naaa" she pressed

"Nimota wetin naa? I said I'm not giving naaa. Leave me abeg. And please, don't come to my door again" I walked into my house and banged my door

"Stupid girl. Because I even brought myself here to beg you something. Nimota you have suffered" she screamed

I rolled my eyes and wondered why our landlord still let her live here. She's probably sleeping with him. This girl will not kill me. Jumping from man to man for money, sleeping with married men. Always begging for clothes and still be feeling on top of the world with another person's clothes. All those men don't give her money? Others will be doing runs and people will see that they're getting money from the men they're sleeping with. But Nimota, nothing. All she knows is to be sleeping with married men.

Oh church. There's nothing somebody will not see.

I have always wanted a quiet place. I hated having people in the same house as me. My flat was my personal space and only my friends were allowed there on few occasions.

I love my privacy

I grabbed my phones and handbag quickly, rushing out of my flat. I ran downstairs and I saw the cab I ordered stop outside our gate. I entered, greeting the man then switched on my data. My work phone buzzed with notifications. I sighed knowing I had myself to blame. I purposely switched my data off last night so that I would sleep. I opened a group chat that had my friends in it on my personal phone.