Jamaica

Chapter 3

 Jamaica knew something was about to happen if the government eventually picked up interest in the Sambo case. She knew a full level investigation would take place and got curious to know if one was in place already.  She needed confirmation of this and went to meet her friend, Abisola, just to get some updates from her. But along the way her friend called her.

"Abisola how are you?" Jamaica asked, surprised by the call.
"Agnes I'm excited o. I am very excited."
"Tell me you've got a promotion?"
"Promotion ke? I have been invited to a press conference and guess what?"
"Tell me you are going to interview the president of the world bank?"

"No."
"Ehm, the market women association?" Abisola laughed.
"Ah Agnes abeg no make me laugh dis morning o. I am going to interview first lady of Lagos State, now."
"Congratulations o."

"Thanks, Agnes. But I am a bit nervous."
"And what can I do for you?"
"Ah Agnes at least a small encouragement now so that I don't mess up in the presence of the governor."
"Wow, that is a big responsibility. But I'm sure you can handle it better than the advice I will give."

"That is the equivalent of saying you don't know how to advice me." Jamaica laughed.

"Okay look tell me where you are heading to so maybe I can meet you there face to face. Maybe seeing me alone will give you the encouragement you need."

"It is at government house, nine thirty. Would you be able to make it?" Agnes looked at her watch it was eight thirty.

"Let me see if I can. However if I come a little late would that be okay for you." Abisola sighed.
"Ha Agnes if you can come you will be doing me a big favor. Then after the press conference ends, make I offer you small treat now?"

"Okay."
"Alright I'm  counting on you to come o." After Abisola hang up Jamaica decided to go to the press conference, except she didn't want to be recognized. She quickly went into a boutique and a few minutes later she was standing in front of a mirror.

"How do I look," She asked as she stared into the mirror after she had worn the dress she was about to buy. She made a 180 degrees turn from left to right as the shop assistant looked on.

"You look good in the dress. I think your boyfriend will love you even more." Jamaica  frowned.

"Is that all you have to say?"
"Well, it's the question most women ask when they come here."

"Ah okay, like 'do you think my guy will like this?'
"Something like that, ma." Jamaica sighed and then nodded her head. She was impressed with her looks and put on her sunglasses. She had tied her afro hair with a headband  just around the forehead. nodding her head once again, she told the shop assistant,

"I'll take it."
"Very well, ma. Shall I wrap it for you?"
"Oh no that won't be necessary." She replied. She took her bag and paid  for the dress and left the boutique and went to government house in time to go in with the rest of the journalists. 

"Excuse me Miss, do you have any idea what is on the agenda?" Abisola looked at the woman who had asked her the question. She didn't know how to answer the question thereby leaving the woman baffled.

"Anyway never mind, I was only asking because my boss in the middle of work told me it was urgent I come here."

"That is what my boss also told me." Replied Abisola, looked curiously at the woman.

"Then it must be an impromptu meeting, I guess?"
"A what?" Asked Abisola, finding every word the woman was telling her strange.

"Oh, I mean, perhaps it wasn't planned. I mean urgent." The woman replied.