Simi’s resolve 2

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Yanju Peters
I speed down to the conference meeting I was already forty eight minutes late for, all the while thinking about the girl I splashed. I had seen her previously walking on the bridge and thought who was that? To be honest, it was ridiculous. I wanted to get down and ask her what was wrong; but I thought it wasn’t really my business what anybody wanted to do, besides, I was in a rush; but then I mud sprayed her and I had to get down expecting some fury. What I got was very opposite. I saw a very beautiful broken girl. I just couldn’t apologize and leave. I wanted to help her. Her white wraparound dress was unforgivably sprayed with mud. I looked properly at her as she screamed at me. She didn’t look like a homeless person. In fact, it was the opposite. She looked like someone that came from money but was having a really bad day. My head was telling me to just help her get a taxi to wherever she was going; you know, help her regroup but my heart was saying something different. Heart? Heart? Scratch that. My mind. My mind was telling me something different. But is the mind not the same as the brain? Screw it. Something was telling me something different. I told her I was going to wait till she changed her mind even when I knew I was going to be late for an important meeting on Victoria island. I said a silent prayer hoping she would come around. She did. She passed by me as she hopped into my car. I caught a whiff of her fragrance. It was very pleasant so much so I wanted to grab her and breathe in deeply. What? Focus, Yanju. Focus! I got into the car with her and she rattled off someone’s address to me. It was an area I knew well. Somehow, it came to my mind that I didn’t want the person to be her lover or something. I give her my phone and hear her talking to a Tola. I relaxed as I affirmed that it was a lady’s voice. I glanced at her as she was trying to pacify the Tola. She really was a normal everyday person; even remarkable. I asked for her name trying to strike up a conversation but she obviously wasn’t in the mood. I wanted to give her space but then my curiosity got better of me and I asked her about what made her into what she was a few minutes ago but she blew me off and soiled my car seat deliberately. Honestly, her blowing me off like that stung a bit so I did what I do whenever I was hurt. I grinned at her and slid Jon Bellion’s album in and chose his run wild. I don’t know why but I did. Guess it just felt right. I guess it felt right to her too cause she asked for his name but I give her the same reply she gave me few minutes prior tartly. Obviously, I was still smarting. She gasped wanting to say something but thought better of it. She closed her eyes and relaxed. She is so beautiful, I thought. Very. Her perfume was still wafting in the air condition. It took me thirty minutes to get to the address. I wished it took longer forgetting I had a very important meeting at Radisson blu which was like an hour away. “We are here.” I said when we got to the address. She thanked me. I wanted to say something to her. To ease her pain. Whatever she was going through but all I could manage was being tongue-tied. She alighted and walked to the gate without glancing back. Why do I get the feeling she hates me so much? I never even met her but I feel so much animosity towards me. I couldn’t help but call out to her that it was nice meeting her. Now, I’m in front of Radisson blu on Ozumba mbadiwe avenue and the security is asking me the reason for my visit. He checks my boot and lets me in handing me a car tag. I throw it in the console and find a spot to park. I glance at my wristwatch and deduce I am almost two hours late. I rub my eyes furiously. I walk into the conference room and see directors already seated. I move to the head of the table and take my place. I rub at my eyes again as my employees start to settle down. There are fifteen of them. It was my Vice President that suggested we needed a work related lunch-which was fast becoming dinner. So having the meeting at Radisson blu anchorage was his idea. The reason? I don’t know. All I know is that even though it is costing my law firm some money, it is definitely a choice I would make over and over again. I’m already feeling relaxed.  “I’m sorry I was late. It was unavoidable. Shall we begin?”


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