Chapter 13- The Visit.

"What will I do now? I don't even know how to cook. Even if I could, I don't know how many people are coming." I place my head on the table. My phone rings. Immediately, I reach for my phone and I pick the call. I didn't even bother checking who it was. My anxiety got the best of me. 

"Hello." I say in a low tone. 

"Dear Timmy, Timmy. How are you?" The deep base voice sounds over the phone. My heart begins to race as I get up from my sit. 

"Please. Who is this?" My voice begins to shake. 

"I am anonymous. I am who you would call your worst nightmare." The voice gets deeper. 

"I am, I am, I am." The caller pauses. My heart beat increases exceedingly. What if he is a hired assassin or a kidnapper or a-

"It's Harrison." 

"And Bolaji." Bolaji's tenor voice comes out in the background. They burst into laughter, with Bolaji's loud mocking laughter overshadowing Harrison's. 

"Oh God." I let out a sigh of relief. 

"How could you-" They burst into another round of laughter.

"Timmy, you are really something. I used my phone number to call you and you still asked who it was? What were you thinking?" 

"Don't mind him. He is so very stupid." Bolaji's voice surfaces. 

"You know what? Forget this. The VP told me you are all coming to see me today." 

"Oh yes. Wait. What do you mean by we are all coming? Do you think the whole class will come to see you?"

"leave him. He thinks he runs the class." Bolaji' s voice hovers. 

"You are very stupid, Bolaji. If you know you are a man-"

"Just shut up, you chicken." Bolaji interrupts. His voice way clearer and audible now. Harrison chuckles. 

"I don't have your time. Harrison, how many people are coming today?" 

"The whole class." He replies sarcastically. I can hear Bolaji's loud mocking laughter. Oh God! If I have my way, I'd force a grinder down his lungs. Let's see how he would torment me after that! 

"Come on, Harrison. Please, I need to know." I plead. 

"What? I can't hear you." He hits his phone. 

"The network reception is gone." He blows air into the mouth piece of his phone, faking the alleged network failure. 

"Please, I need to know. Come on na. Harrison, Harrison, Harrison!" He hangs up. 

"Can't believe the mad man hung the call on me." I redial his number. He busies my call. Sweet lord! What kind of friends do I have? Mad Men. I shake my head. 

A message from Harrison pops up and it reads, 

"I heard you calling my name like a hungry beggar. I am sure you checked this message with anxiety. I just want to tell you, we are all coming and you are wasting your time if you think I will tell you how many of us are coming. Peace out, bro." 

I chuckle as I reply his text, 

"You are sick in the head. I am actually going out. So, there is no need to come." I send. He will surely call back after receiving this text. I smile. The phone rings. I pick up the call immediately. 

"Harrison, you are very, very gullible -" 

"Hello? Who is Harrison?" Bimbo's light tenor voice sounds over the phone. My anxiety got the best of me again. What's wrong with me today? 

"Bimbo? Is that you?" 

"Yeah. I have told you, my name is Rose. Enough with the Bimb-o." She pronounces it the same way she did last time. 

"Oh. Sorry. You just have to cope with it, dear. I actually love the name, Bimbo." I say, putting pressure on the last two letters. It sounded more like bimbor this time. She giggles. 

"Well, since you won't stop calling me Bimbo, I will start calling you by your native name." She pauses. 

"What's your native name again?" 

"So, you expect me to tell you, in order for you to spoil the hell out of my name with that your Ijebu accent." She bursts into laughter. 

I remember when Mama interrogated Bimbo for the first time. We were all watching TV in the sitting room. Dad, Mama, Dave, Cindy and I. 

"What's your name, little girl," asked Mama. Bimbo stood at attention like a trained soldier. She didn't understand English, so dad helped with the translation. 

"Oruko mi ni, Afolabo, Omo Adelaide, my name is Afolabo, child of Adelaide." Said Bimbo in that village Ijebu girl accent. Dave and I burst into laughter. We were so cruel back then. Mama chuckled. She didn't want Dad noticing,so she covered her mouth. 

"She said..." Dad translated. Apparently, Dave and I were still laughing. 

"It sounds like French mixed with Spanish," Dave said, already on the floor, laughing his head off. 

It wasn't so funny. Dave just loved humiliating young, vulnerable girls. 

"Alright boys. It's okay." Dad ordered. Immediately, Dave and I stopped laughing. We really respected Dad back then. 

"What? Afolabo? What kind of name is that?" Mama continued her interrogation. 

"I was given the name by my grandmother. She told me the name has so many meanings." Dad translated. 

"So, you don't know the meaning of the name. Is that what you are trying to say." 

Dad translated. 

"Be ni, ma, yes ma." 

"Okay. I guess you've met my husband, Mr. David Chigozie." 

Dad translated. 

"Yes. He is a very good man. I was surprised when he came to my dad and offered to train me. I was having second thoughts at first, but my father said he is a good man and he is repaying an old time promise he made to my father." Bimbo said. Dave and I looked at her, totally confused as to what she said. We were used to her short replies. Dave was right after all, her accent totally sounded like French mixed with Spanish. Dad took a deep breath as he translated. 

"Oh. So, that's what she said." Dave chuckled.

"Where did she say she is from?" Mama asked Dad.

"From Ijebu." Dad replied. 

"Oh and how did you meet her father?" 

"We were class mates in Secondary school."

"And what is this debt she spoke about?"

"Kids. Can you go inside?" Dad ordered all of us in. Dave carried Little Cindy. His eyes,all over Bimbo as he walked out. 

"Abimbola. You can go. I will call for you." 

"Sah?" Bimbo asked. Dad spoke English to her unknowingly. 

"Go inside. I will call you." Dad said, stressing each word in order for her to understand him. 

"Okay Sah. Bye, bye ma." Mama ignored. She turned and waltzed out. 

I was very much interested in their conversation, so I hid behind the fridge, allowing me to hear everything they said. 

"I don't like this. Why would you bring a girl into the house without informing me?"

"It was an impromptu decision. Her dad made me do it. I-"

"Did he put a gun on your head and what was the debt she was talking about?" 

"Honey, you won't understand." Dad got up and left. 

"David! David!" Mama called to Dad. She joined Dad in the bedroom. I couldn't hear what they said behind closed doors. Dave and I taunted Bimbo a lot. We used every opportunity we had to insult her. She would run to Dad whenever he came back from work, telling him all we did to her in his absence. Dad would scold and scold and scold, while Mama supported everything we did. 

"You guys should try to be nice to her. She is also human, you know? She is not as lucky as you are. So, just try to be nice to her. She cries everyday because of you." Dad scolded us. 

"How would you feel if you went abroad and the kids there treated you like garbage, how would you feel!?" 

Dad succeeded in making me feel sorry for her. From that day onwards, I stopped taunting Bimbo. Dave never stopped. 

"She can't even speak two words correctly. She is so local." Mama interrupted Dad. 

"Yes. I can't associate myself with someone like her. She is so not in my league." Dave said. 

"Do not say that. Is that what you all think?" Dad looked at us, one by one. 

"I don't see the point in this." Mama scoffed. 

"She is not in your league? I will put her in your league. In fact, she will be bigger than your league. You will see. You will all see." Dad said. 

That was how Dad made the impossible, Possible. 

"It's Chukwunekwu." I say. She giggles. 

"It's not a bad name. Chu-kwu-ne-kwu. Did I get it right?" 

"Yeah. In a twisted way. Let's strike a deal. I will call you Rosey and you will call me Timmy like you've been doing before. Deal?" 

She pauses for a while. 

"Nope. I will call you Timber." She giggles. 

"Really? Timber?" 

"Yes! Timber. I like it." She seems so excited. 

"Okay. I kinda like it too. It has this American touch in it. I love it." 

"So, deal?" 

"Definitely." 

"Goodbye then." She says. 

"So, why did you call? You just wanted to hear my voice?" I ask. 

"Oh! I totally forgot!" She hits her forehead with her palm. 

"Is everything alright. You- you don't want to hear my voice?" Oh God! What a stupid question. 

She giggles. 

"That's not it jhor. Mummy asked me to call you. She told me to inform you your friends are coming over. She knows you can't cook, so she wants me to cook for you."

"Wow. How thoughtful of her. So, where are you?" 

"I am still in school. You don't expect me to leave my studies because your silly friends are coming, do you?" 

"Jesus! What will I do now!?"

"I don't know. That's your problem."

"Ahhhhhhh!" I place my hand on my head.

"I want to hang up now. Bye."

She giggles.

Oh God! I can't possibly cook for my friends. Harrison and Bolaji will mock me till I die. 

"Timmy? Are you there?"

"Please, Bimbo. I beg of you. I really need you."

"Wow. You need me? Anything for you, baby."

Wow! She called me baby. This is the second time this is happening this week. I love this week.

"So, you will come!?" The anxiety in my voice is alarming.

"No. I just wanted to make you feel better." She giggles.

"But-" She hangs up.

What's wrong with everybody today! My phone rings. Oh, it's Harrison. I pick up the call.

"Hey Harrison a-"

"Shut up. Are you really going out?"

"No, Dummy. I was just kidding. So-" 

He hangs up.

What the hell!? I hit my hand hard on the table.

"What's going on!" I yell. 

A message pops up from an unknown number,

"Hey. Its Bimbo. I was kidding. I am actually on my way. I was scared you'd have a heart attack. Old man."

I let out a sigh of relief.

Another message pops up from Harrison,

"Idiot! We are on our way o. If you don't want to die, start preparing the food."

"What!? Please don't come now. I haven't prepared anything" I reply.

My phone rings for the fourth time today. It's Harrison. I pick up the phone.

"Obviously, we are not on our way. African time. We will come in an hour or two."

"Okay. I thought-"

He hangs up. Mad man. I shake my head as I go upstairs to freshen up.

In less than twenty minutes, I am back in the living room, with my eyes on the door like my life depends on it. The door bell rings. I rush to the door. I take a deep breath as I reach for the doorknob. I open the door with a smile. Surprisingly, no one was at the door. I step out. 

"Alhaji! Is someone inside." I ask Alhaji, our gate man who was apparently on his way to his cubicle as we call it. 

"Yes, small oga. Your fr-" 

"waaagghhh!" Harrison emerges from nowhere, scaring the shit out of me. 

"Oh God! You are really crazy, Harrison. Do you want to give me a heart attack." I hold my chest. Harrison laughs himself to the cemented floor. 

"It was all his idea. I just followed through." Bolaji smiles as he comes out. 

"You need to have seen your face! You were like!" He pauses for a while, trying to catch his breath. 

"ahhhhhhh!" He continues laughing. 

"Jack ass." I mutter. 

"Help me up, will you?" I stretch my hand and I help him up. Apparently, Alhaji is still watching us. He seems to be lost in thought.

"Alhaji, we are fine, you can carry on with what you were doing." I smile. 

"Okay." He shakes his head as he enters his room. 

I walk to the door and I open it.

"Please, come in." I say with a little bow like a fancy chauffeur in the movies. 

"Sweet!" Harrison rushes in. 

"Thank you, mademoiselle." Bolaji whispers as he enters. 

I close the door. 

"Welcome to my home. Bolaji, did you just call me mademoiselle?" 

"Yes na. I was trying to be fancy." 

Harrison and I burst into laughter. 

"Do you know what Mademoiselle means?"

"Yes, I do. Okay. No, I don't. What does it mean?" Bolaji falls to the couch. 

"Wow. This is really comfy." He touches the couch with his two hands. 

"Should I tell him?" I say to Harrison who is on the verge of touching one of Dave's most prized sport medal award which is on a glass shelf close to the fridge in the dinning room. How did he get there so fast? 

"Harrison, don't touch -" It is too late. He is already holding it. 

"Dave's medals." I finish my sentence anyway. 

"Woah!" Harrison exclaims, opening his mouth and eyes wide. 

"Your bro was one of the best athlete in St. Peters High. In fact, he is still the best of all time." 

"Alright." I rush to where he is, taking the medal from him. I carefully place it on the glass shelf and I close the door. 

"You don't know what you have, bro." Harrison says, joining Bolaji in the living room. 

"Yeah, he doesn't." Bolaji supports. 

"Wait a minute. You said the whole class was coming, didn't you?" I walk back to the sitting room. 

Harrison and Bolaji look at each other. Oh no! I know what is coming. As expected, They burst into laughter with Bolaji's loud mocking laughter making everything unbearable. 

"Okay." Harrison says. 

"We went to the principal's office with some of our class mates this morning." Bolaji continues. 

"We asked him to grant us permission to come to your house. So, he decided to give you the final decision." Bolaji added. 

"That was when he called." Harrison continues. 

"At first, he agreed for most of us to come." Bolaji says. 

"But he said they will be a means of distraction to us. So, he allowed us to come alone. He says we have scores to settle." Harrison finishes up the story. Wow! They've become so close. They even finish each other's sentences. I am so jealous. 

"Oh. Why didn't you tell me that over the phone?" 

"Well, we wanted to surprise you." Bolaji says. 

"It was Harrison's idea." He adds. Harrison smirks. 

"Yeah, I know. I am full of bright ideas, right?" Harrison winks at me.

I shake my head in total disappointment. 

"I don't even know what to say. What if I had cooked, thinking the whole class was coming or, what if I had prepared for at least, half the class, who would have eaten it?" 

"Me." Bolaji smiles.

"Speaking of food, I am starved. I didn't eat before I came." Harrison says. 

"Why?" I ask. 

"Because. Dummy!" 

I roll my eyes. 

"I have not eaten your food before. I want my stomach to remember this memorial experience."

He pauses. 

"I want it to remember the day I ate Timmy's food." 

Bolaji chuckles, holding his mouth. 

"What!?" 

"Don't interrupt me, Timmy. So, as I was saying. I want it to tell the tale to its children and grand children of how it ate Timmy's food and survived. This day will be called." He demonstrates with his hands like a movie director. 

"The day Harrison's stomach met destruction." He whispers. Bolaji and Harrison burst into laughter. Bolaji lays flat on the couch, while Harrison holds his stomach. I chuckle. The day Harrison's stomach met destruction? Ouch! Bolaji sits up. His eyes, wet with tears. Finally, it's over. 

"Good. Are you guys done?"

"No!" Bolaji replies, laughing harder this time. Harrison joins the party as he falls to the ground. 

"Harrison, you are really crazy. The day your stomach meets destruction!? Or the day of Reckoning part one!?" Bolaji forces himself to say amidst his loud mocking laughter. 

"Yeah! Even better!" Harrison covers his mouth, laughing his guts out. This is so annoying. 

My phone rings. With immediate effect, I rush to the dinning table and I pick up the phone. 

"Hello." I say. I can still hear them laughing. Why am I always the person that gets laughed at all the time? Why!? 

"It's Bimbo. How are you?" 

"Bimbo, where are you? My friends are here already." 

"Oh. Really? Sorry, I had to change into something more comfortable. I-" 

"Okay, okay. Please, come as soon as possible." 

"Okay. See you in five." 

"Five!? Like five o'clock?" Oh God! I sound so tensed right now. 

"No. Gosh. I meant, see you in five minutes time." She giggles. 

"Okay. Pl-" She hangs up. 

Today is not my day. I shake my head as I retreat to the living room. 

"Where is the food, Timmy!" Harrison yells. 

The bell rings. Bolaji rushes to the door. He reaches for the door knob and opens the door. He opens his mouth wide as he sees Bimbo. 

"Ah ahn. What's going on there?" Harrison goes to the door. He pauses with his eyes and mouth wide open as he sets his eyes on Bimbo. 

Harrison! Who is there?" I walk towards the door. I smile. 

"Welcome, Rosey." I say, pushing Harrison and Bolaji out of my way. 

"Thank you." She enters. Harrison and Bolaji turns to face her at the same time. 

"Please, can you help me close the door." Bimbo says to Bolaji. They rush to close the door together. I chuckle. Fools! 

"So, I am really sorry for coming late. There was a lot of traffic and I couldn't board another vehicle." She puts her hands together and she smiles.  Wow! She really looks good. She is wearing a very big pink T-shirt and a tight Jean trouser. The arms are folded, giving it a casual but classy look. Her enchanting figure doesn't seem to accept defeat as it comes out in every way possible. Her full hair is neatly packed to the back with a red ribbon perfectly positioned to the side. Her dark lips are magically wet and shiny. I think she has wet lips on. Oh God! She is so beautiful. 

"Oh yes!" I pause. 

"What were you saying again?" I scratch my head. I am such an idiot!

She smiles. 

"I was apologizing for coming late, Timber." 

"It's okay, dear. Thank you for coming..." Bolaji goes to his seat, while Harrison stands behind her. He tilts his head to her direction, signaling me to introduce him to her. 

It's pay back time. I smirk. 

"Harrison, what is wrong with your neck?" I give him a puzzled look. Bimbo turns to face him. Wow! Turns out the back view is more appealing than the front view. Her ass is incredibly big. It is still very visible in this big T-shirt. What a wonderful world we live in! Wow! 

"There is absolutely nothing wrong with my neck. I was just doing some exercises." Harrison says as he goes to sit beside Bolaji. 

"Okay. Rosey, meet Harrison." 

Harrison jumps up. 

"Yes. I am Harrison and you are." He pauses. 

"Rosey?" 

Harrison stretches his hand to shake her. 

"No. Don't call me that. Only Timber is allowed to call me that." She smiles at me. 

"Timber!?" Bolaji bursts into laughter. Harrison holds himself from laughing. He tries to act as cool as possible.

"Hey!" Bimbo gives Bolaji a stern look. 

"I am sorry." Bolaji holds his mouth with his hands.

"It's a nice name, isn't it a nice name?" Bimbo says to Harrison whose hands are still stretched forth.

"Yes, it is. Timber is a very nice name." Harrison puts his hand down and sits down.

"I think his mother should have given him the name. It really defines who he is." Harrison says sarcastically. Bolaji bursts into laughter. Harrison tries to keep a straight face but fails miserably as he lays flat on the couch, laughing his guts out. Bimbo giggles, holding her mouth.

"Really? You too?" I roll my eyes at her.

"I am sorry." She begins to laugh.

"Your friend's laughter is really contagious." She says, pointing at Bolaji.

"This is not your day, Timber." Harrison gets up and taps my shoulder. 

Bolaji chuckles.

"You don't get to call him that,okay? I am serious." Bimbo frowns at Harrison.

"Okay. Jeez." He averts his eyes from hers.

"Uhm uhm!" Bolaji clears his throat and tilts his head to her direction the same way Harrison did.

"Okay. Rosey. Meet Bolaji." Bolaji rises up slowly.

"Nice meet-ting you." He stretches his hand.

"Bolaji? What tribe are you from?" She takes his hand.

"Hey! You didn't shake my hand." Harrison protests. She ignores him. I chuckle. 

"Ogun State."

"Wow! Me too!"

"Where in Ogun State?" Bimbo smiles broadly. She holds his hand tight. What's going on?

"Ijebu Ode." He replies. I can see sweat beads on his fore head.

"Awwwwwwn! Really?" She gives him a tight hug. Harrison and I stare at each other, totally oblivious as to what is going on. She relieves him from the hug. His sweat has increased exceedingly. Harrison signals him to clean his sweat with his handkerchief. He removes it from his left pocket and cleans his face. 

"Bawo ni o se wa, how are you?" Bimbo says energetically, still holding his hand. 

"e mi ko mo pe arakunrin mi ni, I didn't know you were my brother." 

Bolaji smiles. 

"I am fine. O ti pẹ to Mo ṣabẹwo si Ile, It's been a long time since I visited home." 

"Why? Ṣe o ko fẹran rẹ ni Ile, Don't you like it at home?" Bimbo asks. 

Bolaji replies. 

What's going on? I never thought Bolaji and Bimbo would flow so well with each other. They have been talking in this unknown tongue for like two minutes now.

"Its okay. Jeez!" Harrison says, cutting Bimbo off as he goes back to his seat. I guess he has given up hopes of getting Bimbo. Bolaji smiles. 

"Yes. Jeez!" I support Harrison. 

"You guys have been blasting in this unknown tongue for like five minutes now." I continue. 

"Yeah. What is going on?" Harrison says. 

"Did you come to help me or you came to make out with Bolaji." I raise my brow,giving her a suspicious look. She giggles. 

"Really?" Bolaji goes to sit beside Harrison. 

"Awwwwn. You are jealous." She gives me a light punch on my chest. Harrison whispers something to Bolaji. Those crooks! 

"It's just." She turns to face Bolaji. 

"I haven't seen my brother for so long. So, seeing him." She smiles at Bolaji. 

"Makes me so happy." 

"You are in the friend zone, bro." Harrison whispers. 

"At least, he is closer than you will ever be." Bimbo snaps at him. I smile. No girl has ever treated Harrison like this. 

"Ouch!" Harrison touches his chest. 

"Okay. We have to go." Bimbo grabs my hand and takes me to the kitchen. She leans on the kitchen cabinet. 

"Can't believe you were actually jealous." She smiles. 

I scratch my head. 

"I wasn't actually jealous. I was just... What's the word... I was concerned." I defend myself. 

"I believe you." She says sarcastically. I give her a funny look. She giggles loudly. 

"Hey! Timmy! Be careful o! I can hear you perfectly!" Harrison yells from the living room. 

"Please, ignore him." I smile. 

"Of course. So, what should I prepare?" 

"I don't know. Wait. Let me ask them what they want to eat." I rush to the sitting room. 

"So, guys-" 

"Shut up! I heard all you guys said in the Kitchen. How dare you make her laugh. How dare you!" Harrison points at me aggressively. 

"Bro, this girl is mine." Bolaji whispers. 

Harrison and I stare at each other. Harrison shakes his head. I chuckle. 

"You are in the friend zone, bro. In fact, you have gone deeper than that. You are in the brother zone." Harrison taps his shoulder. Bolaji removes Harrison's hand aggressively. 

"Baba don vex, he is angry." Harrison smirks. 

"This battle is between Harrison and I. The battle of giants." I say. 

"He talk am because say you short o, He said it because he knows you are short." Harrison and I Burst into laughter. Harrison leans on Bolaji, making  the whole thing more painful. 

"I am not short jhor!" Bolaji protests. 

"I am just a foot lower than six feet and you guys are six feeters." Bolaji adds, pushing Harrison off him. 

Bolaji is not actually short. He is the fifth tallest guy in our class. I am the first, while Harrison is the third. Jude, the mathematician took second place from Harrison. The height difference between Jude and Harrison is very, very little. Harrison often claims Jude has a high shoulder. Whenever Harrison, Bolaji and I walk together,people often stare at us. Especially the girls. I guess, they are amazed how three tall people can be good friends. Oh sorry. I meant two tall people and one short man. I smile. 

"Actually, I am 6.2." Harrison beats his chest. 

"Yeah and I am 6.4." I wink at Harrison.

"Whatever. So, Bolaji. You are not part of the giants, so you can't partake in this fight." Harrison chuckles. 

Bolaji stands. 

"You will see. You will all see!" He yells, beating his chest. 

"Mr. Hulkogan. Can you sit down now?" Harrison says sarcastically. 

"Oh okay." Bolaji quietly sits down. 

"So. What do you guys want to eat?" I move closer to them. 

"Well, Fried rice or?" Harrison stares at Bolaji. 

"Fried rice and jollof rice will do." Bolaji stares at me. 

"Yeah. With spaghetti on top." Harrison says, rubbing his hands menaically. 

"Exactly!" Bolaji says energetically. 

"Okay. Let me go and tell her then." I turn back and I head to the kitchen. 

"Timmy!" Harrison calls. I turn back to face Harrison. 

"Be careful o. If I hear her laugh, you are dead!" He points at me aggressively. 

I smile. 

"Okay sir. We shall see. I-" 

"Timmy! Come on!" Bimbo calls, leaning against the opened kitchen door. I rush to meet her. 

"Sorry for delaying. My friends are-" 

"Yeah, I know. I overheard everything. You guys should stop teasing my handsome brother like that." She smiles. 

"Your handsome brother?" 

"Yeah. He is handsome. Isn't he?" 

"Well, he is." 

I smile. Bolaji has officially been removed from the contest. Handsome brother!? I chuckle. 

"What's so funny?"

"Oh. Nothing. I was just thinking about something. So, the boys want fried rice and jollof rice and -" 

"Wow. I can see they want to kill me."

"and spaghetti."

"Really!?" She enters the kitchen and she leans on the kitchen cabinet like she did before. 

"I can't do this on my own. You will have to help me." She goes to the fridge, opens it and brings out a carton. I rush to help her with it.

"Thank you. Keep it on top of the kitchen cabinet." 

"Okay." I take it from her and I drop it close to the cooker on the kitchen cabinet. 

"I have an idea. Why don't I call our part time maid?" 

"She will be busy. Definitely. There's no need to waste your time." Bimbo folds her hands. 

"It's worth trying. At lea-"

"Your phone is ringing." Harrison steps in with my phone in his hand. He hands the phone over to me. 

"Hello?" I rush out of the kitchen. 

"How are you, my son. Are your friends there already?" 

"Yes,Mama. They are here. Thank you so much for allowing them come. I-" 

"Is that mummy?" Bimbo comes from no where.

"Yes. Bimbo wants to speak to you." I hand the phone over to Bimbo. Bolaji's loud mocking laughter echoes. 

"Good afternoon, Mummy... I am fine... It's Timmy's friend..." She giggles. 

"That's just the way he laughs..."

What's going on there. I waltz to the sitting room. 

"Timmy!" Bolaji says, amidst his laughter. His eyes, wet with tears. 

"Come and sit down. Let me gist you." Bolaji cleans his eyes with his hands. I sit beside Harrison. He hasn't said a word. Its funny because Harrison always has what to say. This is juicy! I smile. 

"Okay. You know Harrison went to the kitchen to meet Bimbo?" 

"Yes, I know." I reply sharply. 

Bolaji nods his head. 

"So, Harrison said he-" 

"Alright! I will tell him." Harrison scoffs. 

Bolaji bursts into laughter. 

"Good. Tell him." Bolaji says. 

Harrison takes a deep breath. 

"When I got there. I told her we started on a wrong foot. I told her I want to re introduce myself. So-" 

"Big man!" Bolaji mocks, raising his right fist up. 

"I will kill you. Your time will come." Harrison says to Bolaji who winks at him. He shakes his head as he continues, 

"So, I stretched my hand." He pauses. 

"I stretched my hand for her to shake me in order for me to re introduce myself. Guess what she did?" Harrison says, looking at me straight in the eye. 

Bolaji laughs, holding his mouth. 

"She shook your hand?" I raise my brow. 

"No! She shenk baba,she snubbed Harrison. She walked out on him. She left him stranded there." Bolaji falls to the couch,laughing his guts out. 

"Ahhhhhhhhh!" I point at Harrison, covering my mouth. Bolaji forces himself up. 

"He stood there for like five minutes. He couldn't believe his eyes!" Bolaji sits down. 

"Really!?" I fall to the tiled floor, laughing my guts out, holding my stomach. Harrison looks so embarrassed right now. 

"You! I will kill you!" He chases Bolaji to the door. He pounces on him, giving him light punches on his spine. Bolaji continues laughing. 

"Timmy." Bimbo approaches. Immediately, Harrison leaves Bolaji and goes back to his seat. Bolaji sits on the floor. His eyes are wet with tears. I can see vains on his fore head. Bolaji has laughed a great deal today. I stand up and I clean my tears with my hand. Yes! I am so happy! For once, Harrison is the person who gets laughed at. Bimbo comes to the sitting room. She sits down beside Harrison. 

"So, Timmy." She faces me. 

"Mummy said someone from your school is coming to help me."

"From school?" Bolaji says as he sits up. 

"Yes. What's her name? Amanda. Yes, Amanda is coming to assist me." 

"Amanda!?" Bolaji and I yell at the same time. 

"What? And she also said someone is coming as her adult supervision. A senior in your school. What's her name?" She closes her eyes tight. Harrison, Bolaji and I stare at her with rapt attention. 

"Cynthia."

"Cynthia!?" Harrison, Bolaji and I yell at the same time. 

"Yes, Amanda and Cynthia are coming to help me. Mummy said she they are on their way as we speak." 

Oh my God! I place my two hands on my head.