Imole Olusanya

“My dear child, I know you had your doubts about your birth. I couldn't tell you while I was alive so I left you this letter. Your real parents live in...” I stared at the unfinished letter in shock. How was I supposed to find my true identity? The contents of the letter were not surprising to me but my father had left me a puzzle to solve without any piece already solved. I ha tried to discover who my biological parents were when he was still alive but whenever I asked questions about them, my father gave evasive answers to my questions. I started my findings immediately. I checked his chest of drawers and shelves but nothing helpful was there. My father had a younger brother so I went to ask about my biological parents but he was not helpful either. My father had not confided in anyone about where he got me from. Although my mother had died seven years ago, I had to ask her relatives too. That was not helpful either. She equally did not confide in any of her siblings. At that poi...

 I happened to witness a crime. I saw a man tamper with the parts of a parked Lexus RX in the parking lot of the bottling company where I worked. The owner of the car was my archenemy at work. He was a friend of the chief executive officer and he got my position on getting employed. He did not even think of how his being employed got me to leave the seat of the financial manager for him, he was specifically cruel towards me. I knew he abhorred me because his friend, the chief executive officer, praised me in his presence for taking care of the position better than him when I was there. He hated me till he finally found a way of getting me out of his sight forever. He plotted against me and that made the enraged manager order me to leave the company. However, on getting to the parking lot, I found a man doing something to his car while looking around once in a while. I watched the man leave and I immediately left where I was hiding. Despite having worn a cap to cover a large part of...

“Please just fire me!” He was as shaken as any tree shaken to its roots. The storm had gotten too strong. He cried harder. Like a ballet dancer on her pointe, his life had taken a fast turn, a sharp twist. The previous day, he had reported a theft in the company where he was working. He had reported his senior who was the head of his department and his colleagues who were asking him to take part in their evil plot. Reporting them, to him, was the best to do and it led to the culprits being sacked. — A snitch does not belong here — That was the note he got after being praised by the managing director of the company. Some of his remaining colleagues ganged up on him and pasted the words aforementioned as a sticky note on his desk. The next event was to be called upon by his boss who looked terribly vexed. “Was this your initial plan? To make a fool of me?” He was clueless – his boss's words were like a subordinate clause followed by a comma so he anticipated the main clause. His bos...