My Name is Nemesis

My Name is Nemesis
A short fiction by Ekenyerengozi Michael Chima.

The sun seemed to be fierier this summer.
Sisemen Okinama walked into the banking hall of Ikeja Continental Bank on Broad Street. It was a hot Thursday afternoon in Lagos and Sisemen swore that it was the hottest day so far in June even though it’s the rainy season in Nigeria. Some people turned to look in his direction as they noticed him and smiled. He nodded to acknowledge them, but did want them to get closer for any handshake, because he did not want to be distracted from his purpose of coming to the bank to withdraw the money he needed. Yes, he was a popular writer whose prize winning books made him an international celebrity. But he would prefer to be acknowledged and left alone without any fanfare.
“Good afternoon Mr. Okinama,” said the pretty cashier attending to him with a customer-friendly smile.
“Afternoon Jumoke,” he responded with a polite grin as he handed her his cheque.
“You’ve forgotten…,” she was saying before he interrupted her.
‘No, I have not forgotten, but I have been too busy to bring you a copy of the book. Don’t worry. If I cannot bring it, I will send it to you, “he said.
“All right sir,” she said.
He collected the money withdrawn from his account and dashed out of the bank before anyone could delay him.
He hailed one of the yellow taxi cabs on the busy street that took him to his residence in Ikoyi within thirty minutes of leaving the bank. Getting away from the rowdy hustle and bustle scene of Lagos city is always a relief, he sighed as he stepped into his apartment on the third floor of the seven story block of flats. There was an elevator for the residents.

He showered and went to his kitchen to get some food and drink and then relaxed in his living room to watch a movie whilst enjoying his meal.
Then a sentence flashed across the screen of his mind.
There is a restaurant called Karma where you are served whatever you deserved.
It was Annabel who posted it on her Facebook wall yesterday.
He thought of calling her, but changed his mind. He finished having his meal and was returning the plates and cup to the kitchen when a beautiful young woman came in through the main entrance. She was wearing a short blue gown and black leather shoes with earrings and long necklace made from cowries and beads. She had long flowing black hair with fair skin and well structured body like a runway supermodel with all the airs and graces as she sauntered into the living room with a black sequined handbag in her left hand and a large polythene shopping bag in her right hand. She dropped the handbag on one of the sofas and put the shopping bag on the floor beside the table. Then she hugged him with a French kiss.
“Darling, what have you just eaten?” she asked cheerfully.
“Just had baked beans and vegetable salad with water,” he replied.
“Oh, baby, I will soon cook and serve you your special food, “she said and raised her chest to lift her bosom to his chest.




TO BE CONTINUED LATER.

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