Let me solve it!

Day 2 at work and Modupe is distraught. His plans to ‘borrow’ N200 form his mother’s purse that morning were thwarted by the last born, his ten year old sister Fola who had a reputation for being her mother’s number one field reporter.

All through the journey home on his first day from work and even during dinner after the expected flood of ‘how was your first day?’ questions from his family and some of the well-meaning neighbors, Modupe couldn’t help but muse over his idea over and over, wondering if it would work. If it did, it would guarantee him free lunch almost every day and he would get to save a large portion of his salary.

He planned to observe the environment a little longer before attempting his great scheme. However, the desperation that comes from having only N50 to spend on both lunch and transport prompted him into action. Now all he needed was to find someone willing to listen to the newbie, and he believed he had the perfect idea where to start.

Enter Tunde, the office fanboy. Every office has one of them, the happy-go-lucky friends-with-everyone person that lies on the brink of being annoying but makes every day at the office fun with his/her open attitude and lack of boundaries.

Modupe waited for Tunde to make his usual jesting rounds around the office, mentally calculating it as the perfect time to strike. He smiled when he heard Uche, the pretty cashier, scream “Ooh Tunde! Leave me alone jor!”.

With a vivid mental image of his pretty much empty wallet, he mustered up his courage and walked up to Tunde; “Erm excuse me Mr Tunde, I was about to call the guy that brought food for me yesterday to help me again today and I was wondering if you would like to get food too.”

Tunde, in his usual attitude asked playfully “Abi you wan buy me food? How much you buy am sef?[Are you offering to buy me food? How much does it cost?]”

Crossing his fingers, toes and maybe even his eyelashes, Modupe whispered with all the bravado left in him; “N500 sir”. He was about to recant and reduce the amount when he noticed the surprise with which Tunde looked at him. As far as Modupe was concerned, N500 was the price for a kingly meal from the canteen he frequented and he was afraid Tunde thought the same.

“Only?! I go chop o, call the guy abeg! [Only?! Please call the guy, I’ll eat as well]”

Modupe could hardly believe his ears. Tunde was happy with it, in fact he seemed shocked that it was so cheap.

Modupe quickly made the call to the boy and told him to come and pick money to buy two N200 plates ‘For Modupe’ from the canteen. The boy came back and jogged away happily with his fee of N50 while Modupe settled down with a plate of food and N50 to add to his transport fare.

Modupe could hardly believe his luck. Someone actually paid for his meal and transport just for the sake of convenience. He resolved there and then never to pay for his own lunch again.

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