After they had mocked me to their satisfaction..t
hey left strict instructions with the security to make sure I was metres away from the house..l felt like crying but I wouldn’t let the tears drop..I had trek back everyday from my bridge home to the fashion house..it was really very far but I wasn’t giving up because my dear reader..life doesn’t give you what you deserve but what you demand..it was a week now.. I had arrived there again to try my luck when I noticed a kid running out of the house..I couldn’t tell if the young lad was playing or crying but I could tell he was about to lose his precious life..a speeding car approached as he made an attempt to cross over..then I saw a woman rush out of the House shouting after the boy..there was no time to think if I would lose my life in the process..I rushed and drew the kid back..well it was rather too late for me..it was just a brush but the force knocked me off balance..that was the last I remembered..the next moment I opened my eyes I felt eyes all over me..men in white..
“God am I dead?”
I questioned aloud in fear..you won’t blame me nah..my vision was still blur a little..and I was seeing people on white..
“Na die be that nah” I thought in fear
“No dear relax..you are not”
My vision became clear now..mtcheeeww..other were just doctors.
Thank God..minutes later a woman walked in with her husband as I noticed..I remembered she was the woman running after the little boy..
“Please my dear..name anything you want..is it money? Anything.. You saved my only son”
She was becoming remorseful..well I didn’t mean to be too ambitious but I believe you know what was on my mind
“Madam..please just get me into the fashion house..I want to work there”
She wiped her tears and starred at my desperate eyes.. She looked back at her husband who offered a go ahead smile..
“Is that all you need?”
‘Hmm..na you ask me o..’
I thought.. I didn’t Want to look too ambitious but she left me no choice..
“And if you could secure a place for me to sleep in the fashion house I would be most grateful”
She smiled..I know she would be happy I didn’t request to stay In her house.. You know how women like to protect their husband..
“OK..Clara is a good friend of mine..I can pull a few strings..what’s your qualification?”
She was a bit disappointed when I told her I had nothing but my application letter.. She did ask if I would Like to be a cleaner since I didn’t have a result to submit..I agreed.
I agreed..every journey has a start right..and so I started work..as a cleaner in my dream world..when I was a kid..my vision was to be the star..although I didn’t envision myself starting as a cleaner
“What is this girl doing here?”
Vodka the devil questioned with disgust and shock..
“She is the new cleaner..please treat her nice..now prepare for the show”
Madam Clara entered from behind to reply her..the house was exquisite..probably the most beautiful place I had encounter at that age..I could see my reflection On the walls..crystal clear..and the lights shone bright, of different colours..the split air conditioner was standby..the soft classic music..twas heaven on earth..I felt the rhyme..the atmosphere blended with me..I could feel it..this is where am supposed to be..
“My friend would you Clean and stop starring like a lost brat!”
Vodka screamed at me..there was other models in the make up room where I was cleaning..I wonder what her problem was..well it was none of my business
“Na she know Wetin she carry for head”..I thought
I watched with my cornered eyes as they applied make up to her face..mtcheeeww..I was even more pretty..
“Bukky..madam clara request your presence in her office”
My fellow cleaner called out..she was nice but I was just too wise to get too attached this time..judging from what I passed thru at the plaza..
I rushed to the office as directed..God the office was exquisite..I felt I should just remain there..but madam Clara eyes on me was really uncomfortable..
“How old are you?”
Abeg let me just tell everything instead of answering all her questions one after the other…she was quiet for a while before she asked
“Do you have any drive for fashion?”
God the question I wanted to hear
“Yes ma! Yes ma..its my dream..”
“Next year there is a platform where models are given opportunity to created their dress style for recommendation..if you are interested create your own style..draw it out..and sew it..”
I smiled..but secretly..this woman is underestimating me..I was born with the talent..I do draw out dress patterns..gowns of any type back then at school that my mum had to stop me because I wasn’t reading anymore
“Madam if you would just let me draw something for you”
She gave me that rookie look and later nodded to the idea..she handed me a piece of paper and a pen..I went to work..and designed a mini gown..indicating the colour to use below..
She collected it from me to see.
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