Omoshalewa - Episode 1

Hello wonderful people!!! It seems like ages. I hope you all are good. It's nice being here again!

I dedicate this novel to GOD, the origin of LOVE and to every single guy and lady who are really thirsting after true, pure and undiluted love. I hope this story reaches to your heart...

But then, always remember that God is the author of love and without HIM, there is no love.

To you my wonderful readers, especially those who have always been kind enough to drop their comments, I say thank you in advance...

So let's go!

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I entered the supermarket with an air of confidence. It was around 10:00am in the morning... "What kind of interview will the owner conduct that will be capable of throwing me off balance anyway?" I thought.

"Good afternoon young lady, how may I help you?" Came the voice of the voice of a beautiful young woman probably in her late twenties.

"Urmmmmgh," I cleared my throat. "Please, may I meet the owner of this place?" I asked humbly with no trace of the reason for my request. I was actually hunting for a job. Yes. I was 18years old. I finished my SSCE exam at age 16

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. Two years down the line, I couldn't secure an admission yet into any of the Universities. I tried but all attempts failed. Tired of staying at home, I decided to get a job to keep me busy. The supermarket wasn't far from my home, about seven to ten minutes walk...

The woman offered me a seat and said, "yes, here I am, it's a pleasure meeting you. How may I be of help?"

I was taken aback. I actually thought she was a sales girl or something. I looked at her again. I was really impressed that a woman of her age could own such a big outfit. For some reasons, I seemed to like her immediately. I felt free to tell her about my plight without being scared.

"Please ma, can I work for you? I need a job." I simply responded.

She looked at me again and was about to reply when I spoke again, interrupting her.

"Please, I really need a job, I have always stayed home alone for two good years, I have nowhere to go, I am so bored. My admission is not getting through, yet I really need to get busy with something." I concluded

"How old are you?" She asked.

"Eighteen"

"Eighteen?" She asked, a bit surprised and added, "you seem to be matured than your age."

I wasn't sure if that was a compliment so I simply responded with a smile.

"Well my dear, she continued, somehow, I just like your personality and disposition even though I haven't met you before. Actually, I used to have a sales girl working for me but since her parents relocated to another town, I am yet to get someone suitable enough to fill her position. I haven't been lucky with those who showed up later, they either stole my money or handled my goods carelessly, so I decided to handle the job myself till I get someone I can trust."

"You can count on me ma. Give me a trial, an opportunity to prove myself and I promise you won't regret it." I replied confidently.

"Alright dear. Since you came at the right time, I will give you a chance. Your name is?"

"Omoshalewa." I replied. 

I was so glad I will be getting a job at last and luckily in the same supermarket I had earlier wished for...

"Okay, you can start tomorrow. Resumption time is 9:00am and you will be closing by 6:00pm. No truancy or lateness to work please..." She rolled out the terms and conditions and I listened with rapt attention waiting to hear the remuneration. Finally, she said, 

"Your monthly salary will be #12,000 for a start. If you prove to be diligent, I will raise it to #15,000."

"That's a good one. I am comfortable with the conditions. Thank you ma." I replied.

"You are welcome.

Read " The Honeymoon " by the same author ( Moyosore Teniola )

. See you tomorrow then."

I walked out of the store and felt as if I just gained freedom from captivity. At last, I wouldn't need to stay at home all day long anymore. I sang along the lonely street till I got home. I began earnest preparations for work tomorrow.

LATER IN THE EVENING

"Mom, you wouldn't believe it, I just got a job!" I screamed happily as I set the table for dinner.

"What job Shalewa?" My mom queried. "How many times will we go over this eenh? No child of mine will work for money as a teenager. Get admitted to study at school first. And young lady, am I not comfortable enough to feed and clothe you? Tell me. In what area have I been inadequate for you as a mother?" She scolded.

So, what do you think? Is it wrong for OMOSHALEWA to work as a teenager? 

Let's go through this journey with Omoshalewa together. I hope you will enjoy it. Thanks for reading and please don't forget to drop your beautiful comments as always. I see you all