Feign- Consent- Gain

He-She

Sunset on the beautiful terrain, as I begins my journey home from work. This isn't meant to be an unusual day, only if it will have more flavors I guess. Busses moves swiftly here, even faster than on the high way, commuting is almost an herculean task. Seconds turn minutes, minutes into hours, until then I realized I had been standing right there for 2hours, unable to catch up with a bus. Thoughts began running through my mind, earlier in the day Samuel has just offered to give me a ride home, but I trashed the gesture. I'll never agree to coquette with any guy in the office, let alone a junior colleague. My self-pride isn't of a trivial weight. Although respectful I still sleeps with her two eyes open with regards to advance from the male counterparts. I always praised myself never giving in to cajole or seduction, even buying myself more photo frame as a reward.
'But Samuel,' I thought within my soul, 'Samuel doesn't seems to be same as whom other guys are, although he works as a junior colleague, he seems mature and responsible since his arrival in the company. He seldom jokes, but when he does, it's always more than a wisecrack. Although I tried give a pretence, I definitely can't deny giving a smile to each of those.
But now isn't the best time to reminisce thought of that, it's time to focus on how to get home, if I ever would.
My name is Joanne Thomas, senior director of projects at BridgSam Ltd.
This is my struggle home from work daily. But this isn't  just about my  work, maybe there's more to it. Alas, this rickety bus is  willing to make a little delay for me to opt in. Never would I have consented to go with such a digit trunk, if I had a choice. Now it's time for an endurance ride.
I had struggled to get past the aroma from the littered gutter where I had been loitering, but now, I had to endure even worse. The passenger next to my sit is an Hisaly trader, even if I never wanted, I had to know, since I would need to perceive the sweet-and-sour aroma of pepper and onion until either of us decides to alight from the vehicle.
While she thought I was at the peak of endurance the bus stopped again, she came in with her basket of tomatoes. She was a Yeviti trader too, and it just seems to me that I must have to bathe with the aroma of tomatoes, not one in the bus is excluded in the endurance this time. As soon as the  vehicle collide with a pot hole, the usual reaction is either I'm leaned on by the Hisaly man or the other one. I almost throw up but finally I didn't.
The bus stopped as I rushed out like a cat caged for days without a meal. I sighed and took in fresh air for long minutes. 'I'm near home', I thought, 'and also free'. I took a few step forward and stopped a motorcycle. This time I was sure to make a wise decision, I only selected the best of the riders that comes my way. I never wanted to experience a second hell.
I felt no drop of strength on my feet, as I collapsed on the sofa I just managed to move closer to. I had only struggled to journey home and the only remnant thought on my mind was sleep. Incidentally, sleep refused to be her partner all through the next 3 hours, maybe she could in anyway use the period to her advantage. But i do needs to reexamine my schedule and accomplishment for the day. I had made it an obligation to always set out a well organized schedule for each day of the week, even before the week started. I would try to keep it handy, and strictly adhere to it all through each day of the week. On each weekend I re-examine the success of the week and the flaws, I also marks out the goals achieved and those yet to accomplish. Well this day isn't an exception, I had designed the week to be very busy, now I needs a recheck if I hadn't squandered my time.
I careful brought out my P. A., as I usually call my schedule book. Scanning through, 'Monday- it seems I scheduled less work, that's why there was excessive time wastage during the lunch, otherwise that idiot wouldn't have played that prank with me,' I soliloquize. 'That idiot' evidently was referring to Mr Charles, a senior colleague of hers, who has been throwing some advances at me, but I definitely cut him curtly most times and even embarrassingly on other occasions. He never relents although, still keep trying until last Monday, when he made an hassling utterance, which stimulated my anger. I then sternly warns him not to ever return to me, well hoping he heed this warning. 'Tuesday went well,' I continued, 'Wednesday and Thursday seems to be to choked, but that's fine also. Oh my Friday, though it started well, didn't close on a fine note. Well it seems to me like the sheet is pretty clean, so no carry-overs, no worries.
It's been seems about three hours now, and night crow, seems to be making it crow. I couldn't even get myself move an inch. I just went off on the sofa.

Somewhere else on Hilda's Island, merry is theme of the evening. I did join a couple of friends at the Mellow ride bar, to have a nice weekend. It's not just a cool evening, but one every secular worker pray for. Coincidentally, this Friday feature different thoughts on my gentle mind, one I could not but just contemplate.
My name is Samuel Johnson, assistant accountant at BridgSam Ltd. Well if I may say, that is my cover identity. Who really I am, maybe later you get to know, but something seems more important now. Since my first day at work, I had been seeing this beautiful, industrious young lady, but I just needed to be immersed in the company, gain more followers before I could strike the strings.
Now is the time for actions, but she seems to be putting up a foxship. 'No reason to be in a rush, it's definitely a nailed wood,' I reminisce within. 'But is it,' I seem to be in a doubt again, 'why would she just pass by my office without even a courtesy call, or a good night wave. She definitely wants me to make the move, after all I am the man, and it's the custom around here. But could she really be egotistic, and turn down my offer solely for the fact that I am a junior colleague of hers.' This thought filled my mind that I almost didn't notice when my friends return to there sits after having a dance. True friends they say, is worth more than gold or even diamond, for they can ease your pain even without a word, because they know you well to know how to comfort you. This was true in my case, as my friends return to there sits, they could not but notice that I am lost in thought, and that I needed help.
Frances was the first to speak. He is an extrovert, and even sometimes speaks before thinking. That results in we tagging him, John 1:1,  A part of the Bible that says 'In the beginning was the Word.' He asked but this time reasonably, 'What is wrong Samuel, why are you moody. Is there a problem, why not share?' 'At least we are friends,' Azeez interjected, 'and a problem shared, that say, is half solved. Relate to us what the matter is. They both paused, 'Abi omoge yen ti set ni', they both echoed.
'Stop, stop, you guys should just stop,' I interjected with my face sending some message of indifference. 'No and yes,' I stuttered then make a pause, 'It's her but it's still not set,' I added, 'can you imagine that lady wants to make me pass through a tough time before getting her, Me,  a whole me, Prince of ladies kingdom, go through hell before getting her.' I conclude, bending my head low like in a sober reflection.
'Well, maybe it's just woman for her to act that way,' Azeez said in a low pitch, then he suddenly raise his voice again, maybe you shouldn't give up.'
'Or maybe you should give it a different approach' Charles motion with his hands, 'what if you try another method, my method?'
'What do you mean? shed more light, please,' I asked with curiosity writing all over my face.
Charles again motion with his hands, but this time signaling to move closer to him, then he muttered some words indistinctly for many seconds. 'What do you think?' He then asked.
'Charles you be bad nigga,' I exclaimed in pidgin. I never knew you could be this thoughtful, your advice isn't man made, I'll give it a try.'
Charles laughed, and others joined, 'let's drink' I raises a cup for a toast, the party went deep into your the night.