The Corporate Diary of Eniola Fayola

Friday, 13th November 2015.

I walked quickly along the sidewalk. Well, as quickly as I could in the pair of red heels I had specifically purchased for the occasion that night. I cast a wary glance at the slouched, hooded figure of a man who stood a little way off, my heart pounded against my rib cage wit fear. When I caught up to him, I saw he had a questioning look on his face, like I was lost, crazy or something.

But how could I blame him?

After all, I was the one walking home at midnight, dressed in an elaborate evening gown and as I stumbled down the road in ridiculously high heels. It was the third time a person had given me that same look like I had a neon sign flashing over my head that attracted attention. The mascara stains from my tears that evening also didn’t help the situation.

I sighed in relief when I saw the familiar building ahead of me, I was so close to home where I could finally get some sleep and forget all about the horrid night I had. It was a long walk home and my feet ached mercilessly. I got a couple offers for a ride home but there was no way was I wanted to take my chance with these creeps. One can never be too careful these days. Of course, I rejected the first guy who had stopped and asked me if I was available for the night and how much I cost. I just stood there, appalled.

Did I look like a prostitute?

After I gave him a very detailed piece of my mind, he drove away so fast his tires left skid marks on the road. I also rejected the second offer because it was from the very reason for my current state of misery. I stiffened when I heard the familiar engine and tried to walk faster only to slow down again when my ankle twisted on a loose pebble. The vehicle slowed down to a halt beside me.

"Eni, come on, It's late. Let me at least drop you off at home," Akin said as he leaned out the window of his Prado jeep.

I remembered that I once felt so happy when I rode in it, me in the passenger seat with him at the steering wheel. At the time, I thought I was the luckiest girl in the world. I glanced at him once before I hissed loud enough for him to hear. He didn't even have the decency to leave the other woman behind. There she was, beside him in the passenger seat as she watched the whole scenario play out. It was obvious she found it entertaining.

I shook my head. So I had been reduced to free entertainment for her.

"Akin, do us both a favour and leave me alone." I snapped my gaze forward. I planned to simply ignore him, yet I could not even succeed at such a simple task.

"What would your parents say?" He sounded tired.