"Bolanle! Bolanle!" shouted my mom. I heard her voice right through my sleep.
Oh my goodness, what's it now, I taught to myself.
"Yes, mom," I replied boringly.
"Breakfast is ready and you need to come down before it gets cold!" she yelled on top of her voice like I was stone deaf.
"Alright, mom," I replied with the same tone then I looked at my phone to see it was 7 o'clock. I had set a 7:15 alarm for my interview at 8.
I ambled to open my windows and at the same pace I went to the bathroom for a quick shower. After I got dressed then headed downstairs for my breakfast.
"Don't you remember that you have an interview today?" she asks, with her mouth filled, taking in my appearance as I appeared downstairs. I was wearing a black dress that I paired with my black loafers and I had on a black handbag.
"Ah...yh," I shrugged.
"So why are you moving so slouchy?" she questioned, knitting her eyebrows.
"Maybe because I'm tired," I sighed.
"Yes, Lanle, I understand, but cheer up. Your dream of wanting to become an architect is a few minutes away if you're accepted by this firm."
My mom-Suzette Blake, was a warm-hearted and sage lady. She always gives me advice and has taught me a lot about the prejudice in our country of Nisean. Nisean was a very colourist and classiest society.
After our small talk she excused herself and I had my breakfast.
After that I headed for the door to catch a cab to Hanks Architect Ltd.
As I reached my destination, I paid the driver and exited the car slamming the door shut. He immediately drove off while I stood outside admiring the beauty of the building. It was a three storey building designed expensively with walls of windows and glass doors. This made the inside impossible to be kept secret. From my view I could only see the 1st floor- the reception area. It was just as beautiful as outside with a mix of antique and modern furniture decorating the area and to finish it off marble tiles were on the floor.
After my admiration, I entered the building and went to the receptionist. I told her of my scheduled interview and she told me to head to the 2nd floor and go to the human resource department.
As the clock ticked 8, the human resource manager came and led me to his office. He conducted a smooth interview with me and told me he'll call me if I'm accepted.
YOU ARE READING
Bolanle
Krótkie OpowiadaniaThe story of a girl who grows up in a classist and colourist society. In her society the rich light-skins see themselves as superior to the poor black-skins. What will happen when she falls for her opposite and he falls for her?
