The Fight

Ariike bent her head to cover up the tear that was sliding down her cheek. The receiver of her desk phone all of a sudden became heavy in her hand and came crashing down her desk. She quickly wiped her cheek with the back of her hand just in case her colleagues were attracted to her office by the noise of the crash. Fortunately, most of them had gone for lunch and were yet to return.

She looked around her office and for the moment felt disgusted by all she saw. Plaques and awards lined her desk while some hung on the wall crowding her office. They all attested to the fact that she had always been outstanding on her job. Within six years, she had climbed the ladder from just an ordinary officer to become a most senior executive in the organization. Everywhere, she spoke she was heard. There was no doubt that she had the ears of the management of her organization. But all these meant nothing to her right now.

She had just received a phone call that was going to change the whole course of her life. Their family lawyer; Mr. Akanni had been so apologetic but he was not to blame. She knew that. He was only acting on instructions from her husband, Adisa. She had heard so much about work-life balance from Adisa that it had actually become a song in her heart. “Ariike, we cannot continue like this”. He would say. “You seem to have forgotten that you are first a wife before an employee. Your kids don’t even know you any longer. Kids need their mother most during their teenage years; have you thought about that?” To her, Adisa nagged and nagged. “The kids aren’t complaining and I do my best to provide all they need.” She would say.

She stood up from her chair and walked round her office. Could she actually say she knew what was happening to her kids? She could not remember the last time she had a chat with them. Her weekends were also devoted to her job. Her laptop and her study were always her companion. Household chores were handled by two housekeepers while a chef handled the cooking. She strived so hard to be outstanding at work and she wondered why Adisa seemed to be the only one who never appreciated that.

The dispatch rider who was meant to deliver the divorce papers was on his way; Mr. Akanni had informed her. Her world was crashing round her like a pack of cards and the only place she seemed to find fulfillment was on her job. Was her job worth losing her husband and kids? If work-life balance was not possible on her current job, did wisdom not demand that she drop it for another? Or on the alternative, find a way around it. She knew too well that closing a little early than she did was not in any way going to affect the organization negatively.

The Fight 2

As she was chauffeur-driven home that day, she held on to the divorce papers refusing to open the envelope. Intermittently, she was lost in thought reminiscing on the good times she had shared with Adisa; when her job hadn’t become a clog in the wheel of their marriage and when her kids rallied round her with tales from school. Right there in the confines of her heart, two things were decided. To fight to keep her family and to effectively manage her time at work.

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About Olubukola

Olubukola is a writer and blogger. She loves reading and imaginative writing. She has authored two romance stories namely “Second Chances” and “To Love and to Hold” which have been published on Okadabooks.com and on Amazon.com. Her author page on Amazon is http://www.amazon.com/author/olubukolaadekusibe/ Olubukola is the creative director of NDJs; a fashion label, whose mission is to create and provide classy yet simple pieces with African prints for the everyday woman regardless of the function she finds herself in. Asides writing, reading and fashion designing, Olubukola is also passionate about inspiring music, dance and arts. She currently works and lives with her family in Lagos, Nigeria.

4 thoughts on “The Fight

  1. Women work harder than men to become accepted at work, because the top is male dominated. Hope there is a squeal to this. I will be on the lookout :). Good job.

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