“…beautiful.”
Her cheeks flushed. The smirk did not appear. Instead, she looked down at her sandals, then back up at me, and smiled — a small, uncertain smile.
“Thank you, Oga.”
“Stop calling me Oga,” I said.
She blinked.
“Then what should I call you?”
“Emmanuel. Just Emmanuel. For today, you are not my house help. You are just Inemesit. And I am just Emmanuel. Two people going out to enjoy themselves.”
She nodded slowly, as if she was trying to memorize the idea.
“Okay… Emmanuel.”
The name sounded different in her mouth. Softer. More personal.
“Let’s go,” I said.
We took my car — a black Toyota Camry that my wife had chosen because it looked “professional.” I opened the passenger door for Inemesit, and she hesitated for a moment, as if she was not sure she was allowed to sit there.
“Get in,” I said gently.
She climbed in, and I closed the door behind her.
As I walked around to the driver’s side, I caught my reflection in the window. I was smiling. Genuinely smiling. Not the tight, desperate smile of a man who was trying to convince himself he was happy. A real one.
First stop: the Palms Shopping Mall in Lekki.
🔥💖OGA I WAN KNACK💖 – EPISODE TEN – A DIFFERENT KIND OF FIRE 💖🔥