Should’ve been bliss!

It had been months since Modupe started his little service, he was making a killing in sales and almost didn’t care abut his salary. He had started contributing financially at home and was looking towards getting his own place, somewhere out of the slums where he could start living the good life. After all, he was making an extra N60–100k monthly.

His friend Tunde started noticing how quickly Modupe’s lifestyle changed, new watches, new shoes and a new phone every other week but he was happy for his new friend and encouraged his business.

On the thirteenth month of his employment at the Microfinance bank, Modupe decided that he needed a vacation, to take a break from the hustle and bustle of the office and take a huge load off, so he planned a two week retreat in Ghana from which he came back fully refreshed, so refreshed in fact that he reported straight to the office after spending his return night in a nice hotel without getting home.

That Monday afternoon, a few hours to lunch time and he was about to do the rounds to take orders when a young lady walked into the bank with a notepad and a pen and started taking orders from his coworkers quite openly. Many of them tried to avoid Modupe’s eyes as he glared at them wondering what was going on.

Tunde noticed his confusion and called him aside;

“Oga Modupe, two days into your vacation the woman from the canteen sent the girl here to ask why you weren’t sending for food from her again. The girl got here and asked about you, we told her you were on vacation and she asked if nobody wants food again, we told her to help us get it and she told us its N300 per plate. Everyone jumped on it and she has been coming ever since, we thought you had made plans to continue supplying food for us when you said you were going on vacation, a lot of us were quite disappointed, especially since we couldn’t reach you on your cell phone.”

The room started to spin, Modupe was going through a slew of emotions ranging from shock to anger. He was shocked because he didn’t believe that after serving his coworkers lunch for over a year they migrated in just two days, he was angry because he had indeed made plans to continue serving them with his immediate younger brother in charge as he felt he was the only one he could trust with the cash for two weeks.

Modupe was livid, he had told his brother everything was set up, the brother was to send the boy to the bank, gather the orders and the cash, report to him and he would give the boy the money for the food plus their agreed allowance before keeping the profit.

Modupe could hardly wait for the day to close, he had no idea how he could correct this situation without it dealing a deadly blow to his cash cow, all he knew for now was that he had to get answers from his brother on how this happened, and God help him if he didn’t land an uppercut or two.

On getting home, his brother took one look at him and said “Ah Brother Dupe welcome, I tried to call you in Ghana, the boy fell sick immediately after you left, he just got out of the hospital on Saturday”

Modupe was speechless, the world was truly against him.

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