Everyone in the office is
smiling, except me.  Their jubilation is expected,
being the end of the month and salaries have been paid. I always had dreams of
working in Big Law, in one of the top law firms on the Island. But I am not so
sure anymore,  getting home from work at
10.30pm to leave at 6am the next morning; coupled with my insufficient salary
of N90,000 per month, minus penalty
fees at the office, I can’t even afford a social life. 

My creditors will also be
expecting me to visit this weekend. Iya Basira and Aboki will be looking
forward to me clearing my October bill for collected provisions and noodles
with fried egg respectively. Not to mention Godwin, whom I borrowed N15,000 from to give to Linda, one girl I met
on Tinder, who had come to see me all the way from Akoka. 

My colleague receives a
text message alert and smiles. “Aww, Bae just sent me 50k, he is so sweet” she
says, before rushing away to call Bae. I don’t blame her; it’s not her fault; I
am sure Bae just received his salary to and like me, is doing the needful. She
walks up to sit on my table, still all smiles from her bank alert. “Bae is so
nice and caring, it’s hard a get a good guy now adays”, she goes on as I oblige
her with a smile. We have always been buddies and she feels comfortable telling
me stuff, like the day Oga asked her to sit on his laps, or when she and Oga
visited the client whose election petition our firm had lost a few months ago
and the client had berated Oga in not so nice words.
I don’t blame the client
either, a few hundreds of millions had crossed hands and we were feeling very
confident with our chances. On the day judgment was delivered, Oga had arranged
for champagne to be iced at the office for celebration. Imagine his countenance
after our petition was dismissed. No one dared touch the drinks when we
returned to the office, well except my good self of course. Godwin and I had
shared the bottle of Moet after watching our favourite club, Real Madrid, win
the UEFA Champions league, last season.  Man
cannot come and die. 
My colleague suddenly
jerks up and gives me her conspiracy smile. “I have big gist for you”, she
says. ‘Would you believe the life of female Lagos lawyer is not easy, work
hours never allow you to have a social life, let alone keep your man satisfied
when you finally find one”. That’s by the side anyway, what I really wanted to
say is, my sponsor asked me to follow him to Ghana for the weekend”. And what
did you say? 
She was about to respond
when my phone rang, it was Godwin. “Dlaw, please come quickly o, Landlord has
come with some thugs and they want to throw our things out”. How can Landlord
do that, he has not served us a Quit Notice, I responded, just before I run out
the door. 
My colleague however is undisturbed
as she sinks in my chair and begins to reminisce about her life as a female
lawyer in Lagos. It all started when …………..
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