Ripples E.2

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My name is Folasade Nnenna Metuh. I'm sure you're wondering; how so? I will explain. 

An Igbo businessman and a beautiful Yoruba lady he met at a conference, fell inlove, got married, had me after two amazing boys and their happily ever after story is still running.

With parents from two major tribes, you can guess that my control of our languages are Excellent. Add English and an impressive French language skill as toppings to that...lol!

Everyone calls me Bam Bam, all thanks to my brothers who won't let go of my teenage sobriquet. Don't even ask me how I got that name because I can't remember. 

Did I mention I love looking pretty? I still turn heads whenever I walk in. I love that part so I don't joke with my figure and wardrobe. As much as I abhor sounding vain, my walk-in wardrobe lined with the best apparels from the most expensive designers money can afford is definitely any woman's dream. My growing collection of cars is beginning to get my mother and yours truly worried. If only I can ignore cute cars. But hey, this beauty's got brains too.

I love my job. The intense responsibility and everyday wins are my daily tonics. Yeah, I love winning and working hard, so to my close friends, I'm a workaholic. Well, I don't blame them for taking that stance. As the CEO of my family's multinational company, which by the way is one of the most renowned and largest exporters of Aluminum and Steel in the country, I am responsible for the daily happiness and welfare of the families of my employees.

Now I'm sure you're preening to hear about my career. 

When my brothers decided to tow their own paths in business, I bravely opted for the reigns of my dad's dead company. With the best and most efficient team handpicked by me, it took me three hard and long years to resuscitate and turn the fortunes of our company and my family around. Today, ALMITE Group is proudly the most sought after Aluminum and Steel Manufacturing Company in the whole of West of Africa and my Father is always eager to share that story with anyone who cares to listen.  

You can call me rich, its okay, but now you know I didn't get it all on a platter of diamond. I had to work for every drop of diamond or gold I am enjoying today. So, YES I deserve the numerous awards lining the walls of a special room in our family mansion and the living room of my home; a cute house which sits on a large plot in the expensive part of town, I hardly sleep in it, though. 

Did I mention that I am thirty three, with a doctorate in International Business, happily single and not eager to walk down that proverbial aisle, to my mom's chagrin? Yes, I admire my parents strong bond, but being tied to a man is not my definition of being successful or accomplished. 

My idea of a happy and successful life? When I can visit any part of the world, dine at five star hotels, add another higher professional degree to my already bulging bag of degrees, mentor the youths, help the less privileged, score a major investment or hit it big at the stock market. 

As much as my mom would love to attach me to the most eligible bachelor in town; Dapo, her best friend's pretty and wealthy son, I have no time for men and relationships. Okay, let me rephrase; I do not have any time in my tight schedule for the wealthy Dapo, who always looks like a model in one of those fashion magazines my girlfriends are crazy about which I never get to look at. His overbearing attitude and cute face that gets almost every girl gushing and fighting dirty just to get their hands on him are a major turn off. Dapo around me always leaves me dead inside, don't tell my mom about that. 

I also have little patience for fools especially when I sense I am probably behind on my schedule. So you can understand my anger when the crazy cave man drove into my car and offered to use a rope on my new baby when I'm already running late for a mentorship program I am supposed to be the guest speaker at;

"I said get down! If I drive off with you nothing will make me come back here or stop for you to get out!"

"Madam I will not get down in this rain. In fact even if you hire all the thugs in this Abuja they will not be able to eject me from this car right now. How can you, my sister be sending me out in this heavy rain? Are you not a Christian? Don't you have elders in your village?" He yelled while folding his arms over his chest.

Sister? Elders? This man must be demented, I thought angrily. How did I get involved in this mess of yelling with a total stranger at a lonely spot in the rain? I could have just called my PA to come get me and the car, contact the insurance company and handle the situation. But I was too angry to think straight. You are too short-tempered; my moms voice rang out in my head. I shut it off and turned to glare at the man who was staring back at me with bloodshot eyes.

What if this guy is a kidnapper or an assassin? My over active brain processed and my heart lurched as I tried to create more space between us by gluing myself to my door. What should I do now?

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