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Episode 2
Maureen and Mr. Michael’s friendship grew like a small plant nobody was watering, yet it kept getting stronger every day.
Every time the ash-coloured Camry rolled into the station, Maureen’s heart would give a little jump, even though she told herself it was just normal greeting.
“Mr. Michael, welcome o.”
“Maureen, how body?”
They would talk for five, ten, sometimes fifteen minutes while the fuel pumped.
He started bringing small things.
One day, cold Lucozade and meat pie “because the sun too hot today.”
Another day, a small phone pouch “so your phone no go fall inside fuel.”
Another day, one thousand naira airtime “so we fit talk when I no come.”
Maureen would collect with two hands and plenty thanks.
At night, their chats became longer.
He would call after 9 p.m. when the house was quiet.
“How was work today?”
“Fine sir, just tired small.”
“Rest well. Tomorrow go better.”
Sometimes he would ask about her dreams.
“I wan go back school, sir. HND for Business Admin.”
“That is good. I go support you. Just dey serious.”
Maureen started opening up too.
She told him how her father died when she was in SS2.
How she dey hawk groundnut for market before she get this fuel work.
How she dey send money home every month for her younger ones.
Mr. Michael would listen quiet quiet.
Then he would say:
“You be strong woman. God go lift you.”
One night, the call was different.
His voice was heavy.
“Maureen, I just wan talk to somebody.”
“Sir, wetin happen?”
Silence for long.
“My wife… she don change totally.”
Maureen sat up on her bed.
“Change how, sir?”
“She no dey touch me again. For almost one year now. Anytime I try, she go say she get headache, or she dey tired, or she no dey mood. If I push small, she go vex, sleep for parlour.”
Maureen no know wetin to say.
“I just dey manage. I love my children. I no wan break home. But I dey lonely for my own house.”
Maureen’s heart pain am.
“Sir, sorry o. Maybe she get something worrying her.”
“Maybe.”
Then one night, he called very late, voice shaking.
“Maureen, I see something today. My wife dey with one man for car near school. Dem dey kiss. I follow them from house. I see everything.”
Maureen cover mouth.
“Sir… you sure?”
“I stand there like mumu. I no fit talk. I just turn back go house.”
From that day, Mr. Michael changed small.
He started calling Maureen every night.
He would talk about his wife’s coldness.
How she dey shout for small thing.
How she dey hide phone.
How she dey travel “to see her sister” but come back with new clothes and perfume.
Maureen would listen for hours.
She would pray for him.
She would tell him “God go fight for you.”
She would say “You be good man, sir. Everything go better.”
Mr. Michael started saying:
“Maureen, you be the only person wey dey make me smile these days.”
“You be my peace.”
“You understand me pass my own wife.”
Maureen would feel sweet inside, but she go warn herself:
This man get wife.
No cross line.
Just be good friend.
But every night, the calls became longer.
The messages became sweeter.
The money became bigger.
50k “for your school fees.”
100k “for your mama medicine.”
200k “just because you make me happy.”
Maureen started saving serious.
She started dreaming of school again.
She started looking forward to his voice every night.
One night, he called at 1 a.m.
His voice was broken.
“Maureen, I can’t sleep. My wife no come house. She say she dey her friend place. I know she dey lie. I dey alone for this big house.”
Maureen’s heart pain am.
“Sir, sorry. God dey your side.”
“Maureen, if I no get you to talk to, I no know wetin I for do.”
That night, they talked till 4 a.m.
The next day, he came to the station with red eyes.
He bought fuel, then called her to the car.
He held her hand small.
“Maureen, you be my everything now.”
Maureen pull hand small, but her heart dey race.
“Sir, we be friends na.”
He looked her in the eye.
“Friend wey dey save my life every day.”
From that day, Mr. Michael started relying on Maureen like oxygen.
Every problem for house, he go call her.
Every night his wife deny him, he go call her.
Every time him wife travel with the new man, he go call her.
Maureen became his secret comforter.
His peace.
His only light in the dark marriage.
And Maureen?
She started feeling things she no suppose feel.
Because every time he said “You be my everything,” her body dey answer before her mouth.
She started dreaming about him.
She started saving his voice notes.
She started checking her phone every minute.
She told herself: na only friendship.
But deep inside, she knew the fire don start small small.
And fire wey start small…
Dey end big.
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Episode 2
Maureen and Mr. Michael’s friendship grew like a small plant nobody was watering, yet it kept getting stronger every day.
Every time the ash-coloured Camry rolled into the station, Maureen’s heart would give a little jump, even though she told herself it was just normal greeting.
“Mr. Michael, welcome o.”
“Maureen, how body?”
They would talk for five, ten, sometimes fifteen minutes while the fuel pumped.
He started bringing small things.
One day, cold Lucozade and meat pie “because the sun too hot today.”
Another day, a small phone pouch “so your phone no go fall inside fuel.”
Another day, one thousand naira airtime “so we fit talk when I no come.”
Maureen would collect with two hands and plenty thanks.
At night, their chats became longer.
He would call after 9 p.m. when the house was quiet.
“How was work today?”
“Fine sir, just tired small.”
“Rest well. Tomorrow go better.”
Sometimes he would ask about her dreams.
“I wan go back school, sir. HND for Business Admin.”
“That is good. I go support you. Just dey serious.”
Maureen started opening up too.
She told him how her father died when she was in SS2.
How she dey hawk groundnut for market before she get this fuel work.
How she dey send money home every month for her younger ones.
Mr. Michael would listen quiet quiet.
Then he would say:
“You be strong woman. God go lift you.”
One night, the call was different.
His voice was heavy.
“Maureen, I just wan talk to somebody.”
“Sir, wetin happen?”
Silence for long.
“My wife… she don change totally.”
Maureen sat up on her bed.
“Change how, sir?”
“She no dey touch me again. For almost one year now. Anytime I try, she go say she get headache, or she dey tired, or she no dey mood. If I push small, she go vex, sleep for parlour.”
Maureen no know wetin to say.
“I just dey manage. I love my children. I no wan break home. But I dey lonely for my own house.”
Maureen’s heart pain am.
“Sir, sorry o. Maybe she get something worrying her.”
“Maybe.”
Then one night, he called very late, voice shaking.
“Maureen, I see something today. My wife dey with one man for car near school. Dem dey kiss. I follow them from house. I see everything.”
Maureen cover mouth.
“Sir… you sure?”
“I stand there like mumu. I no fit talk. I just turn back go house.”
From that day, Mr. Michael changed small.
He started calling Maureen every night.
He would talk about his wife’s coldness.
How she dey shout for small thing.
How she dey hide phone.
How she dey travel “to see her sister” but come back with new clothes and perfume.
Maureen would listen for hours.
She would pray for him.
She would tell him “God go fight for you.”
She would say “You be good man, sir. Everything go better.”
Mr. Michael started saying:
“Maureen, you be the only person wey dey make me smile these days.”
“You be my peace.”
“You understand me pass my own wife.”
Maureen would feel sweet inside, but she go warn herself:
This man get wife.
No cross line.
Just be good friend.
But every night, the calls became longer.
The messages became sweeter.
The money became bigger.
50k “for your school fees.”
100k “for your mama medicine.”
200k “just because you make me happy.”
Maureen started saving serious.
She started dreaming of school again.
She started looking forward to his voice every night.
One night, he called at 1 a.m.
His voice was broken.
“Maureen, I can’t sleep. My wife no come house. She say she dey her friend place. I know she dey lie. I dey alone for this big house.”
Maureen’s heart pain am.
“Sir, sorry. God dey your side.”
“Maureen, if I no get you to talk to, I no know wetin I for do.”
That night, they talked till 4 a.m.
The next day, he came to the station with red eyes.
He bought fuel, then called her to the car.
He held her hand small.
“Maureen, you be my everything now.”
Maureen pull hand small, but her heart dey race.
“Sir, we be friends na.”
He looked her in the eye.
“Friend wey dey save my life every day.”
From that day, Mr. Michael started relying on Maureen like oxygen.
Every problem for house, he go call her.
Every night his wife deny him, he go call her.
Every time him wife travel with the new man, he go call her.
Maureen became his secret comforter.
His peace.
His only light in the dark marriage.
And Maureen?
She started feeling things she no suppose feel.
Because every time he said “You be my everything,” her body dey answer before her mouth.
She started dreaming about him.
She started saving his voice notes.
She started checking her phone every minute.
She told herself: na only friendship.
But deep inside, she knew the fire don start small small.
And fire wey start small…
Dey end big.
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To be continued…
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