Blast from the Past - WIP

Kevwe grinned as he ruminated on discussing the new idea bubbling in his head with Sunday. It was a design that would speed up their production process. He sat down at his chair, moved the computer mouse and the machine on his desk came to life with the usual tone. He stretched out on the flexible swivel back, rolled his neck from side to side and arched his back to release some tension. After the next batch of deliveries, he would go up to Abuja to visit Ofure and unwind. Kevwe sat back up and his phone beeped at the same time. It wasn’t too much of a surprise that it was his brother on the line.

“I was just thinking of you.” Kevwe put the BlackBerry on speaker and looked at his twin’s picture on the screen.

“Hmm. Are your guys closer to deadline now? Do you think you can make all the machines and get them delivered in the expected time?”

“I hope so, I’m riding them hard.”

“That’s good to hear. You promised to take time off once that is done, right? When should I expect you? In two weeks…next month?”

“Soon.” Kevwe wished his brother would quit bugging him about working too hard.

“You know what they say, all work and no play…so no, I won’t stop bugging you.” Ofure replied with a laugh.

Kevwe rolled his eyes. “I guess I asked for that,” he laughed. “Anyway, what’s up with you?” Kevwe stretched and lolled back on his chair. He picked his phone and swiveled to face the desk.

“I just got back from some errands and what did I just see? Ugome sent me a mail on Facebook and has a status message to boot.” Ofure’s voice dripped sarcasm. “She has finally decided to leave me and sent some choice words to that effect.”

“I thought it had been almost a year since you both decided to go your own ways?” Kevwe stretched out again.

“Just the effect of distance, I would rather say. We’ve been each other’s back up since that official break up.”

Kevwe chuckled, “Really? What do they call it, friends with benefits? And now she’s no more game.” He sat back up and placed his arms on the top of the table. “Didn’t I read somewhere that mail messages are the latest way to break off relationships that one is tired of?”

“I told you that. I saw it online and now I’ve experienced it. Nigeria is fully in the internet age. I know some cavemen who’re holding back though, staying in the Stone Age. He knows himself who won’t join Facebook or Twitter.”

Kevwe laughed and replied without heat. “I now have a website, an mp3 player and a BlackBerry, don’t I?”

“Well,” Ofure laughed, “see where my time on Facebook’s got me. I’m sure some of ugome’s friends know she’s referring to me in that status message. My goose is cooked I tell you, I won’t be able to get another girl…”

Kevwe took the opportunity to tease him back. “What about Nike? I say you gave Ugome a reason to become jaded and bitter.”

“We weren’t exclusive and I thought Ugome understood how it was. Man, unlike you, I’m not made of wood o. At a point, that mad lady was closer to me than the hairs in my nostrils. Even after I moved to Abuja, she kept throwing herself at me. Why turn her down?”

“Can you even turn any woman down?” Kevwe asked, “I knew it wouldn’t last unless she had the patience of Job. Does the choice use of words mean she’d expected something more from you than what you guys had going on?”

“Don’t mind her. Never let go, never say die, that’s our Ugome.”

“Well thank God that she’s off. Who’s the lucky guy?”

They both laughed. “How did you know she wouldn’t cut me off unless there was someone else in the picture? She has an event on Facebook where she’ll be getting married to one Alhaji in Benin.”

“Good for her,” Kevwe laughed. “I never had anything against her. Ugome is a nice enough person, just not the girl for me or even you.”

She’d been introduced to him soon after he’d recovered from the worst of the injuries of his accident. He was still bedridden when Ugome started on him with her proprietary ways. She ran errands with his twin and came to visit him in the hospital at regular intervals. For one full year, she’d paraded around Benin as his girlfriend with their father’s full support and approval. Ofure had gone back to America after he was stable and their mum had been on his case to get married. However, at the time he’d not been interested in Ugome or any other girl for that matter.

Kevwe had left the country to Germany for some more treatment afterwards, but when he returned he made his intentions clear to Ugome. She’d stuck around but he’d ignored her and focused all his attention on his burgeoning business which had lapsed after his accident. Luckily she had soon been transferred by her employers to Abuja, and then he had cut all ties to her. It had come as a big surprise to see her on his twin’s arm during a visit soon after. It was the same year Ofure had returned to Nigeria and started his hospital project. After the opening of the new clinic about a year ago, he’d officially broken up with Ugome.

This reminded him of that strange feeling down in the factory earlier.

“Did you have an incident with a female patient earlier today?” Kevwe asked. “I was thinking you called to tell me all about her.”

Ofure didn’t answer at once. Kevwe knew he was thinking of the incident.

“It wasn’t a patient.” Ofure replied and then paused. “I thought the surname sounded familiar, but it’s been a long time,”

“It was Efe wasn’t it?” For the first time, Kevwe cursed the ability to be able to read his twin so easily. A headache started at his nape and his heart began to pound. His shoulders felt tense and he rolled them slowly as the wetness formed under his arms.

“Yes.” He could not tell if Ofure’s voice was in his head or through the phone. “Yes it was Efe Sagay.”

The name slammed into him like a fist. Efe Sagay. He didn’t think he would hear that name again. He never wanted to hear it. Ofure would have to understand. Kevwe hung up the phone.