This was the life Martins saw himself revel in through his endless dreams during his final days as an undergraduate. This was the life he imagined immediately after his NYSC servitude, because a prophet once told him that he would be celebrated before he turned thirty. He knew he was destined for greatness all along but he just didn’t understand why life had been such a hater of late.
“How on earth did I survive staying in a “face me, I slap you” building for almost a year?”Martins thought aloud.
He was just too refined to be subjected to such life that could bring disrepute, it was for crude and rugged humans like Deji. If the Police were to be hunting for a criminal in the neighbourhood he was sure the tenement building where he resides will be the first port of call because it is believed that it is a haven for low-lifes’.
Nonetheless he was where he had always wanted to be and he wasn’t even thirty yet; though his 30th birthday was barely three days away.
With the three bedroom apartment he just rented in a choice location, now he needed no soothsayer to tell him that opulence mingled with his red blood cells and flowed freely in his veins.
This was the life!
Now his Landlord can cry blue murder for all he cares, he was ready to stand in the witness box to defend himself. He now had enough money to call his bluffs.
He owed Aisha several…that babe had been the brain behind his sudden rise to stardom. She had introduced him to the Politician who had become the biggest client Realty Point had ever had. With his prowess and upbeat inter-personal skills that had come out of the blues and perched on his inexperience, Martins sealed what would turn out to be the biggest business deal of his life. A deal that had finally brought out that element of greatness God had placed in him some thirty years back.
After all said and done this was the end of his brouhaha!
Martins woke up with a start!
A beautiful nighmare?
“How long had he been sleeping” he drowsily wondered
The mechanical clock on the mango-wood bedside table in the ornately decorated room suggested he was late for work yet again!
“10’ o clock?”
Or is the clock in the room for New-yorkers?
Martins had maintained a conversation with himself for more than thirty seconds before it finally dawned on him that it was a Saturday.
Moments ago his dream had callously taken him on yet another deceptive roller coaster ride into his world of undiluted fantasy; still his mind had the aplomb to play tricks on his helpless being.
Once again his dreams fooled him. When will these dreams of his come to fruition? Will they even ever come to pass?
Is he really destined for greatness as the prophet once revealed?
When would he stop daydreaming on strawberry swings?
The world was indeed a wicked place for his likes or why would a Deji who is a lazy- ass and feeds on Stella acquire such property when Martins who hustled like there was no end in sight was homeless?
That equation can never be balanced.
Deji had still not told him how he got that apartment. He had dodged the question all through yesterday and had rather taken to spoiling Martins with niceties all evening. First it was to see a movie Martins had longingly craved to watch at the galleria, at least that took his mind off Deji’s property and the barrage of questions that had engaged his mind in foreplay since his feet strayed consciously into what didn’t look like a house that would belong to his friend – someone he had been accommodating in his one room apartment all along.
After having dinner at ‘KFC’ where they discussed everything but Deji’s new apartment, it was time to retire for the night as they wearily made their entry into the living room of the new apartment.
With parted lips and dilated eyes occurring momentarily, Martins stood in awe for the umpteenth time that evening while taking another critical look at the magnificent apartment Deji had equivocally claimed ownership of.
He made a final attempt at unraveling what had become a puzzle to him all evening:
“Deji! For Pete’s sake, how on earth did you come about this?”
Again, he popped the question and all the answer he got was:
“Martins, you should know I’m famished right now and I would really like to hit the bed before sleep slaps me across the face. I will advise you do likewise too. I promise to answer your question first thing tomorrow,” Deji muttered.
Well, asides the worries that creased his eyebrows intermittently during the course of their outing and even while he lay tiredly on the divan bed in one of the expansive rooms in Deji’s apartment, he could admit without bias that it was a wonderful Friday. One of the best Fridays Martins had had in a long while.
Again for the first time in this new phase of his life, Martins could confidently and excitedly say “TGIF!”
Martins quietly got up from the bed as he observed the room with renewed interest for the first time that morning.
The bed he had laid on was upholstered, the brown rug that covered the bed area of an already tiled floor had a furry softness underfoot while the mango-wood bedside table had a rough-hewned feel. The bedroom was a sight to behold; a relaxation station of unbroken dreams. If there was any justice in the world, this should be beyond the reach of Deji at least not with his present status albeit Justice was a luxury the world couldn’t afford
Now that a new day had come, it was time to discover what Deji had been up to; time to hear what he had to say about this sudden new lease of life that looked too good to be true.
The door to his room flung open as a half-dressed pretty young lady stood at the entrance holding a tray.
“Good Morning! Breakfast is ready.”
The BROUHAHA continues…
TEASER: What could Deji be hiding from Martins? Should Martins agree to stay in Deji’s apartment?
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