I woke up with a start! Took me like 5 seconds to reorient myself. I reached for my phone on my bed side shelf and checked the time. DANG! – Its just 6:48am. He said 7am.
Then I remembered the carpenter my brother called to come and remove the curtains and fixtures. I said my morning prayer and added a little, “I hope am not messing up God”.
I forgot to keep you guys up to date.
Gbenga from 6th sense came to my crib to check it out….a little too late.
I met another guy called LA and his own specialty was painting, and going through his stuffs, I had to put a small bowl under my lips, because I was drooling. His works look like something outta this world. If this guy could do this, then he was definitely handling my walls; 6th sense can take the rest. LA is a guy into interior design AND decoration and his works simply speak for themselves.
He even gave me a complementary c.d; I felt sort of important at the idea of two companies working for me.
”yea right, and they’re going to suck you dry too” my pessimistic side commented.
I kind of agreed; but I was not deterred.
“A step at a time” my optimistic side retorted. I held onto that.
LA kept in touch constantly and I honestly had no choice but to have it in mind. He sent me a quotation 3days later.
It’s the end of the month bozo!, what else do you expect, your pay packs coming in so the first to take a bite takes the best’ it was that short black guy again. I just ignored him. But he’s been a good friend a couple of times.
LA was a little on the high side. But luckily for me and him, I had a business deal that came through in time. So I just ear marked the money for it. Sharp, sharp! I called up my brother to get the rest. We’re in this together naa…abi?
So a day before the painting will commence, we came around so we can compare results, I and my brother picked a few designs we liked so he’s going to incorporate that with what ever he has in mind. I mean, am giving him a free hand to do me something …breath taking.
So I paid him the first installment as agreed. No going back now.
The little black guy in the pointed shoes didn’t make any remarks… So far; oh well.
‘NO GOING BACK NOW DUDE” I didn’t know if it was the pessimistic guy in the funny shoes or my optimistic saintly part speaking. Both seem to agree right now, which is very seldom.
A quick peep into my brothers room to check up on him (I always do that, morning and night, don’t know why, I just do).
He was scattered all over his bed as usual; with the room looking chaotic, like a tsunami passed through. But to my brother, everything is just where he wanted them.
His friend, (I call him inspector gadget) who is just like my brother was also on his bed in front of his laptop again; which to him is very normal.
I went to the kitchen lazily rubbing my belly. Checked my gas top to see if it was in the off position, I always do that. A quick peep into my sink to check how clustered it was…. good... very! Not that I am going to do anything about it, which is also normal. They’ll sort it out when they wake, like they always do. I just have this thing about clustered sinks. I run away because I can’t stand it. I once threw out the plates when I came back after 3 days away on a business trip and found decayed food in the plates in the sink. I couldn’t imagine me washing them talk less of using them again.
I came out of the kitchen and…..ohhhhhh, I popped back into the kitchen and opened the fridge. Who knows, something edible could be there. Which rarely is. Even when you leave something in the fridge, it just………..disappears before morning. I still don’t believe Don Capon can open fridges yet. I shuddered at the thought.
There was noting edible, except for an orange. Naaaaaaaaaa.
I went back to bed and snoozed. Suddenly I heard a knocking sound. Someone was using an hammer to remove something.
Haaa…. The carpenter seems to be here. I checked my time 7:15am. I jumped up and came out. Saw my brother sitting at the dinning table monitoring the guy.
‘How far?’ I asked
‘I dey’ he replied followed by a quick high five. That was our good morning. I went back into my room to snooze some more. i took a some pictures of my crib as it was before renovations start.
7.48 am
My brother popped his head into my room to tell me the LA guy was around. I quickly dressed up and came out.
8:00am
We started with removing the furniture’s (not much anyway. I love space). The TV set which LA carried like it was just a little baby off into the room we were packing the stuffs. Jeez!, I remembered panting just moving it from the floor unto the TV stand alone. I forgot to mention. LA is a 6ft plus hefty guy. I made a mental note never to cross anyone that size part…ever!
We moved everything and left only the dinning table.
8:20am
‘How many do you need’ I asked with arm folded.
‘As many as you can afford’ LA replied.
I gave him my James bond smile, went into the room we packed my book shelf and removed a small part of my newspaper stack. It was enough to cover the entire floor; and they still returned a few. DANG! Oh well, I thought and returned the rest to the stack. I could feel the newspapers sigh while the rest where asking, ‘what’s happening?’
I stood in the middle of my floor trying to imagine how it was going to look like…DANG!. All I could see was my cream pain with dirty stain marks and a water smear mark near the roof.
I felt the newspapers underfoot. ‘Don’t worry guys, consider yourselves the instruments of beautifying my crib’ I telepathed to the newspapers underfoot. No response.
9.00am
The job is under way, the painter first painted all around the edges of my crib, LA explained that its because most Nigerian houses don’t have a perfect symmetry, so that kind of makes the ceiling seem to melt into the walls creating his own platform for a perfect shape for his paints. We talked for a while and I kept throwing questions at him.
My brother had left for church so that leaves inspector gadget and I with the painters and LA.
I made some pasta (boiled actually). Thank God that didn’t burn.
I decided to make rice for lunch with some fried soup and garnished meat.
I looked in the cupboard, DANG! The sack had finished….finally. lol. It took us a year and five months, I think.
I decided to go and buy more….and maybe get a bottle of red label or something. Itas Sunday I know…but what the heck!.
(to be contd)……..
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