a broad female voice call him from behind..
He knew the voice well, was sure it was mrs
bimbo. Johnny hissed and rolled his eyes as
he turned round to face the woman as she
walked briskly towards him.
“What does this witch want from me again?”
Johnny muttered to himself facing down to
hide the contempt on his face. mrs Bimbo a
fat chubby woman with fair skin obviously
from much bleaching creams; yellow here,
ebony there, white here, she could easily pass
for a human version of ripe roasted plantain.
her face was chubby with a lot of skins
hanging on both sides that passed for cheeks,
a nose that looked like that of a day old with
mouth that always gives out the letter O when
on default. johnny look on as she approached
him extending her hand for a handshake. he
could smell the pleasant odour oozing out
from her body and he smiled inside wishing
he knew the name of that perfume. two broad
golden ear-rings hung loosely on each ear, an
overly exaggerated lash and pink cheeks with
red lip stick on her lips, her necklace he could
swear was gold with diamond stones perfectly
fitted where it is needed. her flowing buba
shorn in the sun due to little sparkling
materials used on it. she was an epitome of
wealth and power in a woman, her wealth
gave her a huge aura which went before her.
“How are you mr williams?” she asked.
“Am fine ma’am” Johnny replied extending his
hands to meet hers in a handshake.
“Please call me bimbo” she corrected drawing
him gently on his perfectly fitted italian
designers suit by Andres pregini.
“Alright Bimbo” johnny intoned with a smile.
“See mr williams, you know you actually stole
your last contract from my company, i was
the one who was called for that contract
before i knew whats up, you already double
crossed me and took the contract” Bimbo
addressed johnny with seriousness and
authority written all over her face.
“Mrs bimbo, … sorry Bimbo, am sorry if you
feel that way but this is the world of business
and you are not new to it, i stole nothing from
you, i brought my quotations and was
awarded the contract.. anyway am sorry once
again” Johnny replied back applying his
deceptive smile and calmness.
Bimbo gave a loud sinister chuckle like a
nollywood witch. “Mr Williams, **clears
throat** i run this FCT, am sure you know
that. the president is my boy quote me on it”
she gave a mild chuckle and continued “Just
consider this contract you got as a kind
gesture from me or as a token of my grace. i
like you and ready to help you get where you
need to be”…
Johnny kept wondering the type of guts and
impetus this woman spoke with, He had heard
about her and most of his business associates
have advised him to always avoid her like a
plague. some have even said she was the
queen mother of a secret cult that had many
top politicians and pastors among its
members even the president. he have always
dismissed it as fallacy, he was not a
superstitious man and such things sounded
like super story to his ears. but hearing this
woman call the president her boy brought
something back, but it still doesn’t hold water.
“See mr williams, i like you or should i say i
am interested in you..**her hands were
slightly touching his ears** i want you to be
my sugar boy, just be mine and make me
happy in bed and otherwise and all will be
yours, you will sail high in the ship of the
business world”
To say Johnny was bewildered would be an
understatement. What exactly is this frog
yapping about? Johnny queried his mind. this
woman is lusting after me. what nonsense.!!!
“Bimbo, thank you for your interest, am very
much honored but i cannot oblige you what
you asked for” Johnny said calmly still trying
to smile.
Bimbo gave a mild chuckle “Mr williams,
nobody rejects me, what i want i always get, i
will give you time to think about it.
“Good day bimbo” Johnny said said as he
turned and walk out on her, obviously fuming
with anger and disgust.
“you dare walk out on me boy, anyways just
think about what i told you, consider carefully,
you wouldn’t wanna mess with me” she called
after johnny as he walked back to his car.
Who dah hell does she think she is, what
insolence! johnny cursed as he walked briskly
to his car; a black sleek range rover sport. he
yanked the door open and sat down
s######g back the door as if the door was
his problem. . . “mtcheeew stupid woman, go
f##k your son not me, can go to hell for all
for all i care” journey kept on ranting as he
drove off… not knowing this was the
BEGINNING OF THE BEGINNING of his
problems!!!
To be continue
