Lust For Money Chapter 5

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The impromptu celebration party for Phyna’s new car that day lasted so long.

It was late when the girls retired inside to their apartment after tiredness and drunkenness had gotten hostage to them all.

You really need to see the way they all slumped onto the bed with heavy heads. Before sleep finally came and stole their memories off them.

It was the following morning they got themselves back. Even, they woke up with a heavy hangover. As they had so much alcohol and smoke the previous day amid the party.

Phyna was the first to wake up that morning. As bundles of excitement really cut her sleep short. She made breakfast. A delicious jollof rice.

As a matter of fact, the aroma of the food was what woke the rest of the girls from sleep. In fact, they all woke up hungry because they went to bed with empty stomachs.

When Phyna was done cooking, she served Lizzy in her room. Lizzy was still sleeping when the hot and spicy jollof rice was brought to her. The aroma of the food woke her up. You need to see the bunch of joy in her face when she saw the food. Because she was in battle with hunger while asleep. And no hope because nothing was at home for the immediate quench of the hunger.

The rest of the girls were in the sitting room battling with the pot of rice when Lizzy walked in sweating profusely. When she saw how serious they were with the hot food, she shook her head amid a smile .

‘Come o,’ she said while lowering herself on the couch. ‘Where I pick una self? How did I meet you girls? Look at you girls…Imagine how una take sit down for ground like cripples, eating from the pot. What happened to the plates in this house? What happened to the dining?’, she jokingly said, snapping her fingers. ‘What if a visitor walked in now? ‘, Lizzy added.

‘Aunty Lizzy, watin happen na? I no understand oh! We kîłl person? No be food we dey chop? Abi na sin to sit down for ground chop again?,’ Jenny asked, jokingly.

‘Look, when you go to Rome, behave like Romans. Yes, we have our backgrounds. I mean, we all came from different localities. Look, none of you local reach me oh! But now that we have found ourselves in Rome, we have to behave like Romans. Adaption. Change. These two things are very important in life. They should be an armor you should put on wherever you go..,’ Lizzy was saying but was interrupted.

‘Aunty Lizzy, you too like grammar. You and English na 5 and 6. Abi na English you read for school? Na dis small talk now na him you come dey speak plenty English?..,’ Jenny was asking.

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‘Jenny, talkless and learn,’ Lizzy interrupted her. She was very serious this time around but with a smiling face so as not to look as if she was so mean. ’Look, we all are here for one goal. And that goal is to make money either by hook or by crook,’ she paused. ‘We are here on a mission. And for you to have a successful mission, there are some local lifestyles you have to dump aside. You have to adjust and blush yourself up so as to embrace yourself for the mission. Look, if you keep getting comfortable with those local lifestyles, bet me, you may not know when you will do such in the presence of your client. And it may end up spoiling things for you because not all clients can take that. So in this business, you have to be professional,’ she paused. ‘Look, I am not telling you to throw away your local lifestyles because there will be a need for it at some point in the business. Because you are going to meet different clients with different preferences. So you have to be smart to know what your client wants and how to flow with him. If he is a man who loves it locally, then give it to him local but if he is a man who loves it in English, then give it to him in the English way just to get what you want. And that is his money! Nothing else!..,’ Lizzy was admonishing them.

Lizzy happened to be the head of the house. She was the landlady. The rest of the girls were under her. She personally picked all of them from the street and introduced them into the business. She was housing them, clothing them and feeding them in the hope they would one day become independent.

‘Let me tell you my story,’ Lizzy continued. ‘A story of how I lost a client who would have changed my life forever. He was a big fish. The person I am telling you about was an Americana. He is not a Nigerian. But he came to Nigeria for business before we met. He loved me so much that he was willing and ready to put a ring on my finger and take me to the US but my single mistake ruined the opportunity,’ she paused. Then heaved a heavy sigh before continuing. ‘I was new into this business just like you, Jenny. My mistress picked me up from the street too. Somewhere in Ajegunle here in Lagos.
Ashley, the American, was my first client. A heavy fish from the ocean. But I ruined things myself. Though what I did was nothing but to him it was more like a sacrilege,’ she paused. ‘Ashely loved me to the extent he took me to his mansion in Lagos island. You know, he was actually trying to establish a business here in Nigeria, so he bought a house over there in the heart of the island. Banana island to be precise. That fateful afternoon, I was in the kitchen preparing food for him. Jollof rice. Because Ashley loved Nigerian jollof rice so much. This young man I am telling you about does eat jollof rice everyday as if his life depends on it,’ she sighed. ‘So as I was doing the cooking, I was using the cooking spoon to scoop the rice to eat. You know this local habit of a thing: cooking and eating from the pot while the food is still on fire. I was so good at that. So as I was cooking that day, I was scooping the rice and eating because I was hungry. I only drank tea in the morning. So I was very hungry. You know, as a local girl, I was not used to tea and bread as breakfast. So I tried to feed my hungry stomach because I couldn’t wait for the food to come down from the fire. I did not spare the meat either. Because the meat in that pot was so tempting. I will not lie, I ate meat that day like say tomorrow no dey,’ she paused and released a long hiss. ‘My dear, I never knew he was watching me all these while via his laptop. This man had cameras all over his house including the kitchen. He monitored me to the extent he tiptoed to the kitchen door, stood there and watched me while I did my things. It was when he cleared his throat that I realized that he was watching me. Innocently, I went to hug him. I even took the remaining rice in the spoon that I was eating to him for a taste but this man snubbed me,’ she paused, shaking her head in disbelief. ‘That was it oh! Like play, like play, the old fœl broke up with me Immediately and sent me out of his house. He said I was so irritating to him. I cried home. My heart was broken. My heart was shattered. Infact, It was by the grace of God I survived the heartbreak. That was how I lost him..,’ Lizzy was narrating.

‘Aunty, just like that?,’ Jenny came in again.

‘Yes, just like that,’ Lizzy replied. ‘The reason I am sharing this my story to you all is for you people to pick the lessons so you will not make the same mistake I made. Look, as long as you are into this business, you will definitely meet different kinds of people. You have to be smart to be able to study the person and know what he wants, likes and dislikes. You have to be chameleon so as to change to the color of any environment you find yourself at any given time. Because that thing you think that doesn’t matter, may matter a lot to your client. A word, they say, is enough for the wise,’ Lizzy ended the lecture.

TO Be Continued