Anjola - Episode 5

 

It was a rainy afternoon in Ijon town. Anjola watched from the restaurant window as a car drove by splashing a guy with muddy water, the guy issued all sort of profanities on the nonchalant driver who drove past without any apologies. Sympathetic passerby helped the guy to a shop, cleaning up his clothes and giving him water to wipe his face and hands.

Anjola wished things were that easy for her. she was going through a lot at work, it was obvious the Head teacher wanted her to get tired and quit, she was beginning to make her stay in that school unbearable . She wondered what it would have felt like if her father were to be alive, she would probably be living her dream as an Artiste, opening a big art gallery and doing what she loved doing best, drawing. 

She was disheartened,and the weather wasn't helping any. 

Anjola knew until she got a better job, resigning wasn't an option, she would keep forbearing Miss Anike's insults and maltreatments.. Just then her phone rang, playing the game of thrones theme song. Anjola swiped up her phone, 

"Ahem, Busola what's up, called your line earlier but...

The scream on the other end caught Anjola off guards

"Guess what!!! Babe, draw a breath o, it's huge!!"

Anjola raised her brow, "This one you're this excited, did you win the lottery? Or...wait o, what could make you this excited, hmmm..wait o lemme think, erm... Bosun asked you out right? that must be it."

Busola sighed, "No joo, i wish.

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. Abeg don't douse my spirit jere. Anyways i think i got you a job today.. and wait, before you scream, i want you to know it's the real deal, if i didn't already have a job i loved, i'd definitely jump at it!! You'd be a fool not to."

Anjola tried to hide her enthusiasm, "For real? where at? Are they paying well, when do... 

"Madam hold on o, one question at a time, they're paying well it's thrice your current salary, its a Personal Assistant post at AANU HOLDINGS." Busola concluded happily

Anjola sat up straight almost knocking off her barely touched fruit juice,

"You have got to be kidding me!! how were you able to pull it off? I thought one has to be able to pull strings through the higher up's before one can be employed in such organizations." Anjola queried

"True, but then I've also got links with the higher up's!! It happens that the current PA was my school head girl, we reunited recently and she told me of how she was getting married and relocating to PH with her hubby, she asked me if i was interested in the job, assuring if i said yes, the job was mine. As you well know that i don't joke with my job, i told her i wasn't interested, but that i could recommend someone to her, i gave her your contact and email, but you are to go there tomorrow morning and meet with the Managing Director of the Company."

Anjola swiped at the tears that had begun to fall, "I don't even know what to say, Busola thank you, you've done so much for me, how can i ever repay you." 

"Now you're gonna make me cry too, what are friends for? Wipe your tears girl, you can repay me by giving that uptight head teacher of yours the taste of her own medicine. Dinner at seven?" Busola inquired 

"Sure thing, it's the least i can do!!" Anjola said smiling for the first time that Day "oh Busola have i ever told you how much you mean to me, you're the.... 

Busola smiled at the other end, feeling so happy that she could help Anjola in her own little way, "I know baby....

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. I know... See you at seven."

 The line disconnected 

Anjola was walking on sunshine, and those around could feel it. She sent a quick text to Mumcy, giving her the details of the new job. She dropped her phone on her desk, leaving her office for the Head teacher's office,

"Anjola what's up?" Miss Anike's Assistant inquired

"I'm fine. Is she on seat? i need to speak with her." Anjola asked  

"Yes she is, let me call her. Hello Ma, Miss Anjy is here to see you, oh...okay ma, yes ma, alright Ma."

"May I go in?"

"Eh, i don't understand o, she says she doesn't want to see you, she also said its best you think about what you both discussed the last time."

Egbami, this woman has no shame o, no work ethics, nothing!!! Anjola thought

Only God knew how she'd survived all this while bearing trash from this woman, well everything must come to an end, and without announcing her entry she entered the Head teacher's office.

"Good day ma'am, i am here in respect of the last discussion we had, i've had it up to here, being trashed by you! My God! you aren't even the owner of the school yet you brag and push everyone around like you're the god of this school, you can rest easy and bring in your candidate Ma'am, because as of this moment I Resign!" Anjola dropped her letter of resignation much to the triumph of the Head Teacher.

"Bi**h." Anjola muttered under her breath as she left the office.

Another challenge was saying goodbye to her students. They had been her solace when she had started having issues with the Head Teacher, she loved them like she would a younger one, and even though they were handful teenagers, Anjy knew she was definitely going to miss them. It was hard to stop the tears as it trickled down her cheeks.

"Miss Anjy, when are you coming back?"

"We promise to be good, please don't go." They all pleaded, each dragging her bag.   Anjola could not take it anymore, so she picked up her bag to leave. 

"Are you ever gonna come back?" Asked a quite looking Teen, he was seated on his desk, and refused to look her in the face... Anjola was surprised, this boy was the toughest amongst her students, he didn't get attached, and anytime she taught he was always looking outside the window, he looked like he had too many burdens as a child, and she wondered what it must have cost him to ask her such question. She looked down at her hands and moved closer to him,patting his back, "I'd be back on a visit," and on second thoughts, she scribbled her number on a sheet of paper folding it into his shirt pocket."Call me if you need someone to talk to..i am a good listener." The boy looked up finally, and Anjy could swear that as she left the classroom she heard him say "you're such a worrywart."

She smiled.