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A story written by STANLEY UMEZULIKE (PHONE: +2347060745771)

On Monday, I went back to Fairland and we completed our work in Mtn. By Wednesday, we were on our way back to Lagos. I had already made plans with Samantha; she would be coming down in the weekend. On Thursday morning, my mind was unsettled, I need to get something off my chest and if it means I have to pay another price, so be it.

I went to Eddie’s office.

“Maigida.” he said with a surprised expression on his face.

“Sir, it’s about what happened last week in South Africa. I take full responsibility for my actions. If you want to sack me, get on with it. I have made peace with myself. I am ready to face the music.” I said.

He was stunned.

“Wait, wait!” he said as he motioned with his hands.

“Maigida, what are you thinking? We worked as a team in South Africa and that’s all I wrote in the report. You played me and so what? You got played too. You have already paid enough price. We are even. What happens in South Africa stays in South Africa.”

I kept a straight face but I was so happy. Eddie can be so unpredictable. Today, he is hot, tomorrow, he is cold.

From that day onwards, we became friends. When Samantha arrived on Saturday noon, I took her to the House of Marcy and introduced her to my friend, Amaka. We have been friends since our university days. After graduation, life happened and we followed differed paths and pursued different careers. Now she is a successful fashion designer. She established House of Marcy two years earlier at Ikeja and since then, the fashion house have turned into a big business establishment.

Lagos has always been the centre of fashion in Africa. The city boasts of popular female fashion designers like Folorunsho Alakija – the Nigerian female billionaire and queen of Nigerian fashion industry, Deola Sagoe, Folake Coker among numerous others.

“This is nice,”said Amaka as she finished perusing through Samantha’s portfolio. The whole place was filled with an assortment of Ankara designs.

“Thanks,” said Samantha.

Amaka is an ebony beauty. Her luxury dresses which she designed by herself costs a fortune. Always a woman of few words, she looked at me with her big eyes and said, “She can start her internship with us on Tuesday. She will start with stitching and tailoring and from there, we will proceed to designs.”

“I so much appreciate this dear,” I said as I hugged her tightly.

“You are now in my big debt Chris,” said Amaka as she grinned.

“I will always remember,” I said.

To Be Continued…

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