Sade looked at the lady standing at the door, the face looked familiar, she seemed to know the younger version of the stranger standing before her but not this elderly woman.
The woman understood her confusion and so smiled dryly , then she said "Laiwowe" meaning the extremely intelligent one. Sade was thrown into more confusion when the stranger called her by her nickname, she realized that the woman must have known her from her childhood days because that nickname started from her primary school days.
After a while, the stranger introduced herself to Sade, she is Tito, her best friend in secondary school. Sade couldn't believe her eyes as the Tito she knew cannot be compared to this woman looking terrible, all grey and haggard, standing by her door on a drizzling morning.
By the time Tito finished narrating her story, Sade couldn't hold back tears, she had to empathize with her darling friend. The terminal disease which she was miraculously healed of, the neglect by her husband at her lowest moment, the ruin of her business by her cousin and the death of her mother as a result of her sickness made Sade's heart bled. No wonder, her friend became a shadow of herself.
Sade comforted her friend, prayed with her and two days later, Tito accepted the love of the Father through Christ Jesus into her life. Three years later, Tito had become the Head of Brand & Marketing Strategy of a finance firm and guess who came visiting at her office on a bright sunny morning, Sola Oloye, her former husband.
He wanted reconciliation at all cost and for the first time, Tito saw her former husband shed tears, this was the man who sold the house they built together, divorced her seven years ago and relocated to Spain.
What on earth was he doing in the country when he had said he never wanted their paths to cross again? Tito wondered.
Tito offered Sola tissue to wipe his tears, he became more sober afterwards and with trembling hands brought out his cheque book and phone. He knelt on his right knee and with shaky voice requested to pay back all Tito’s contribution towards the house he had sold off.
“Please rise, this is an office, anybody could walk in here” Tito said, he later sat when she insisted. “Tito, I was foolish to have sold our house and your car, the plot of land was even paid for by you. You took the opportunity offered by your former employer and you paid instalmentally for it and you even contributed up to thirty percent to the building of the house. Please forgive me, I am ready to pay you back” Sola said. “I have been plagued and have paid a lot for the wickedness I did to you, the pain is too much, please allow me to correct my wrong, so that this burden can be off my neck” he added.
Tito opened her mouth in shock, she never envisaged that Sola would ever come to apologize to her. Sola continued, “Titobiloluwa, I served a jail term for three years in Spain as a result of an illegal business I was introduced to, all the money I took to Spain went down the drain, I was also defrauded by Kunle, my closest friend in Spain. When I left the prison, I took up different menial jobs and I saved enough money to start my life back in Nigeria”.
At the mention of prison, Tito froze on her seat, the same prison Sola had threatened her with seven years ago after selling off their house. His words came back to her as if it was just spoken the previous day “ if you dare raise any issue, I will jail you and you will spend the rest of your miserable life in prison”. Tito looked at Sola and she didn’t know when she said “Sola, but why ? What exactly did I do wrong?”
Just then, Tito’s desk phone rang, it was the Managing Director’s secretary calling her, the boss wanted her in his office for a discussion.