That Was A Mistake

K tightened his fist wrapped around a phone. If the phone was malleable, then it would have taken a different shape by now. He felt like smashing the phone but he still needs it. He puts it in his pocket even though it didn’t fit perfectly inside. He turned and walked in through the door and entered inside the house. He was at home with his mother. Since he didn’t go to see her anymore at the airport when she arrived, he had decided to come visit her today. He had to, to avoid his mother nagging him.

“Why did you walk out like that when I was still talking? Or don’t you like the girl I was showing you?” Olasile asked her son. K shut his eyes tightly.

“She’s not fine. I don’t like her. I didn’t even get to see how she looks like cause she’s not worth it”. K said to his mother. Olasile had shown K a picture of a young lady who is the daughter of her an acquaintance she met in Spain where she had gone to stay for a while. They had only interacted for two days and Olasile was already match making her son with the woman’s daughter.

The woman, Mrs. Alexander Omawumi is a Yoruba woman who got married to a Spanish man. She lives with her husband in Spain a very successful business tycoon who owns his own company. Surely money attracts money, so the two women met in a social club where only the wife’s of the affluent and the women who commands wealth themselves gather together. Olasile didn’t waste time in engaging Mrs. Alexander when she learnt about the woman’s status. And she didn’t waste time in projecting her proposal of marriage before the woman when she learnt that she had a daughter, Adella. A name Olasile could barely pronounce.

“What are you saying Kehinde? I’m preparing a bright future for you and you want to use your hand to scatter it. Your father has built his own life o! Today he is the Governor. Tomorrow he may become more. You should use this opportunity and set your life my son”. Olasile said.

“Mom what are you even saying? I have a business that is doing perfectly well. Aside from the house you guys got for me here in Lagos, I have my own house in Abuja. I have my own money. I am capable of making things work for me. I do not need any other form of intervention, especially not marriage”. K said.

Olasile told him she was not going to let him allow this opportunity slip off his hand. K asked her if she did a great job setting him up with Ify.

“That was a mistake. It was because I trusted Mrs. Okafor. If not for the type of woman I thought Mrs. Okafor was, I would not dare to let my son marry an Igbo woman”. Olasile said. K clapped his palm against his head.