Face Me I Face you

Chapter five

You could not believe it when the bank you sought a job from called you to come for an interview. To you, it was a miracle given that before one gets a job in Najia you must know somebody that know somebody.
When you called and inform Mama about your good news she finished your shikili hundred naira airtime showering you with prayers.

Despite the fact you switched tariff plans for a longer call time, the tariff name was called shikili Moni tok plenti they promised you hundred Naira airtime for one thousand Naira bonus.
The call credit could not last for as long as you initial predicted, by the time Mama finished her Praise service and is about to enter worship and full-blown prayers The annoying woman who announces the death of airtime came thorough saying; "Your credit has been exhausted please recharge to continue your call or simply dial *303# to borrow airtime."

Jara snorted probably happy at the way Mama was cut, "She dey pray as if you don get the job, if you pass the interview, and collect the job na when me Jara go pray for you too."

You eyed her upandan, "Daddy (pastor) dey always say 'wives support your husband' me I think seh you be the witch wey dey for my life, they call me for interview, is that not a development?"

"Abeg free pesin jo, your mates don blow, and u nko? wetin be dah English... ehen you are lagging behind. See Emeka, na businessman, my friend say if you see the kain money dis man dey touch eh, you, how much you want get, we go pray sef make them dey pay you minimum wage."

Again you wondered why you got married to this greedy woman, with thick black lips that sprew out contents that can ruin anybody mood and finish a man's ego, you would have preferred the timid village girl Mama displayed to you like the products in the Town market with the trader limiting the information about the product to only the advantages.
Their lips, you thought are made of honey considering how sweet they talked, but still, you went ahead and marry the Jara your heart beats for, ignoring Mama who continues to believe Jara tied you down with Juju.

"Na why you dey let Emeka touch your body anyhow, you don't know you are a married woman. You think say I no see you."

She wanted to give you a reply, but that has to hold on as a loud knock came through, anoda harsh one landed on the door again.

You wanted to inquire who that was, but the person would rather introduce himself.

"Na Baba Landlord oo," Jara passed a familiar frightened look,

You whispered to her, to excuse you, in other words, "Abeg tell am say I no dey."

The man was impatient as he landed another knock, "Eh! Baba I dey come make I just change cloth."

"You no be man, how dis mata concern me."Jara whispered.

"You know say I be man dah be the reason why e no go pity me, I no get Moni, if they pursue us commot for dis house , we go go Mama place."

That alone caused a frown a Jara's face, "God forbid."

She tied her lappa properly, knotting it by the side, you slid under the bed, and Jara opened the door, the landlord rushed inside like a policeman looking for a hardened criminal, his native wear and the tippy hat betraying any iota of such profession.
"Oga landlord My husband no dey house," Jara said frowning as his intrusion into the house, he narrowed his eyes at her. You were sure he suspected your presence, but you were smarter.

"You know dat your rent has finish." He announced too loudly for your liking, everybody knew how they package themselves in this Compound.

"Baba, my husband no dey house na, you go wait small for money to show. Even food we no see chop, pesin go eat before he pay for house rent na."

"Eh, that one is not in my house oo. You gather your money and pay me, see if you do anyhow I would rent this house to another person."
He threatened his Yoruba accent more prominent than his words. He adjusted his clothes, his upper lips frowning, after a few unsettled shifts on his feet, he left.

Jara came into the house her arms crossed around her chest, You sneaked out of the bed, dusting your body off the old debris and junk that laid beside you.

Jara gave you the look. You knew the look," I go quick get money, no worry."