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🔥THE MINISTER 🔥

Episode 23

She thought she was dreaming, she hoped she was. It took a while for her to realize that the man had frozen for an entirely different reason. They weren't on the same page at all. He didn't recognize her. His shock was actually a reaction to some love birds who were playing dirty by the road just behind Ire so it seemed as though he was looking at her.

The memories came back fresh like yesterday, how her small hands had clutched to his blue jean trousers. He was much older now yet he was still very agile.

She couldn't believe it. Her father was the Uber driver she had ordered. She just stood there staring at him, her hands shaky, she almost dropped the load in her hands if not for the man that quickly collected it from her. Tears filled her eyes threatening to break through. The old man put the load in the back seat and opened the door for her to enter. He wondered why she stared so much. He was in a hurry to get started with the journey and make money to take home to his family. He assumed Ire was one of those spoilt brats who wanted everything to be done for them and that's why he had done what he did for her. It took a while for Ire to finally move after the man had held the door. She entered the car gently managing to take her eyes off the old man. Her hands were still shaky, she had to clutch them together to stop them from shaking, but they still won't.

"Can we start the ride now ma?" he asked with his deep husky voice. His English was a bit better than she remembered. He must have undergone some training though the heavy Yoruba accent was still heard through his words.

"Yes," she replied curtly.
Her heart thumped loudly in her chest. If she didn't say anything, would she be able to live with herself?
As they drove on, Ire thought of what to do. Should she tell him she was the little girl he had abandoned years ago? How would he take it? What would he do?
Her eyes scanned him from the backseat where she sat thinking, she noticed the ring on his finger.
He had remarried. He had raised a new family. He had moved on with his life completely forgetting about her.

She always thought she missed her father, she thought all she needed was to see him again and everything would be alright. But now, she regretted it. She was hurt, again.
He never loved her, he never wanted her. He just completely forgot about her. He couldn't say he didn't know how to contact his sister. She was there when her aunt had tried calling him several times but it never went through.

This man, her father, was just as cruel as every other person in the world. Every man on the face of the earth never loved her one bit, it was now official. If her own father never for once thought about her, then no one in the whole world ever did. But her mother might have. How was she to find out anyway?

She decided against it. She won't reveal her identity. It wasn't needed. Sadly her meeting with her father wasn't as spectacular as she had presumed. As they approached the road that led to her house, it occurred to her that her father would definitely recognize the house. She instead asked him to stop at a restaurant at the junction of the street. The man had not said anything all through the journey unlike other drivers she had encountered who always disturbed her with their endless remarks and chats.
"This ride was a peaceful one for her," she told him and collected his number so she could call him everytime she needed a ride. They could do more of offline rides, she had said. He had beamed with a smile after she had given him the money and even added some extra change.

She collected her load and headed into the restaurant for a show. She watched the old man reverse the car and hit the road again. At least he had gotten a new car.
As he left, the drop of tear that had been fighting his way finally escaped her eyelids. But it was only that one drop. Every other one was sent back to wherever they came from. She cleaned the tear and decided to rest a while before going home. She picked a table and ordered some snacks. She still had some money from her savings which she could live on till she got another job. Oh yes she planned getting another job. How? She didn't know. But she believed she could. Just like she believed many things. As she scrolled through her phone, her eyes caught something.

To be continued....

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My people o, I get Tory wey I wan tell una

Tory Tory, Tory

Na so I give tailor cloth make e sow simple knee length gown for me. I say make i slay small go d wedding wey I wan go on Saturday o. I give am six yards make e hemme cut am return the remaining o.
Hmmmm, my people, una know say I no too tall laidat o, no b say I even get long leg.

By the time tailor return cloth laidis, na so e remain 1 yard out of six yards.
I dey wonder say shey na long gown he sow ni, but as God will have it, na short gown o.

Na short fitted gown he use 5 yards sow o. And e no even reach my knee sef. I kon dey wonder say, shey na pocket he use the remaining yards sow ni. Beautiful material wey I buy, na so tailor help me waste am. This my tailor na man o, e fine well well I don think say e go sabi work. Omo, e dey pray o, na church I meet am sef. But e no sabi how to manage material at all.

That's how some brothers are o, they are fine, cute, tongue speaking brothers, but they no sabi how to manage wife material. They go just waste material anyhow😏

You dey find wife material, shey you be good tailor?😏

Abi your own na to dey waste cloth anyhow.