PRINCEWILL DICKSON

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She wasn't sure her father liked the idea, but I was persistent.

So on a cool Sunday afternoon, I sat down with the man in his living room and shared my thoughts with him.

While we were discussing; his wife, second son and daughter took turns to arrange the dinning for lunch.

His daughter, my friend, then joined us to persuade her father to accept my proposal. "Daddy, you know MBN is good. He will handle everything regarding this online publicity for you. I know Beck all too well."

His wife brought my friend's phone to her from the kitchen.

"Madam, I don't know who has been calling you since. I wonder why you will save someone's name with 'One Minute Man'. What's the meaning?"

I held my laughter.

Her father smiled and quickly focused on the television.

"Beck, you wanted to laugh. What I said was it funny? Anyway, madam, who is one minute man and what does it mean?"

By then, my friend had come up with a perfect explanation to give her mother.

"Errm mum, you know in the office, we have this delivery guy from a nearby restaurant who delivers lunch for us. So we named him 'One Minute Man' because he delivers in one minute once you place your order."

I coughed.

Her father changed the channel to cartoon network.

Her mother was really glad at the explanation. "Wow, that's good, what a hardworking young man."

She then invited everyone to the dinning for lunch.

Before we got up, my friend's father spoke in a low tone.

"Shebi you know we know you're lying. You have some explaining to do young lady."

She nodded.

I tried smiling and she gave me a knock on my head.

We laughed.

Her father then spoke to me. "Martin Beck Nworah, hope you're not a bad influence on my daughter? Since you are not the one minute man."

"You know me and my glass of water too well Sir."

We settled to eat.

Midway through lunch, her mother got interested in the conversation again.

"Lest I forget, you will give me the number of that one minute delivery man, I think my people at the office will like him to be bringing lunch for us too."

My friend nodded.

After eating, her mother brought out her phone and demanded for the number.

There was no escaping it this time around.

And her brain didn't work so fast.

So she started calling out the number. Her mother stopped her.

"Wait, is this not the number of our neighbour's son? The one that helps me with transactions at their bank. Since when did he become a delivery man?"

Her father looked at her and shook his head. "So you didn't even go far to get your food my daughter?"

Her mother was still lost in the whole thing and she replied her husband.

"It doesn't matter na. Maybe she made a mistake in calling the number."

I had to excuse myself to use the restroom. Lies! I just wanted to laugh out loud.

She later married the "one minute deliver man" though. Last time we spoke, before I started avoiding topics that didn't concern me, she told me he takes time to prepare the food.

It didn't matter he started slow or quick, he learnt and became better. Always know, you can get better. Always!

Till we get to the Promised Land, I shall be waiting for when you will pass me a glass of water and thank God for the gift of grace for the race.

She wasn't sure her father liked the idea, but I was persistent. So on a cool Sunday afternoon, I sat down with the man in his living room and shared my thoughts with him. While we were discussing; his wife, second son and daughter took turns to arrange the dinning for lunch. His daughter, my friend, then joined us to persuade her father to accept my proposal. "Daddy, you know MBN is good. He will handle everything regarding this online publicity for you. I know Beck all too well." His wife brought my friend's phone to her from the kitchen. "Madam, I don't know who has been calling you since. I wonder why you will save someone's name with 'One Minute Man'. What's the meaning?" I held my laughter. Her father smiled and quickly focused on the television. "Beck, you wanted to laugh. What I said was it funny? Anyway, madam, who is one minute man and what does it mean?" By then, my friend had come up with a perfect explanation to give her mother. "Errm mum, you know in the office, we have this delivery guy from a nearby restaurant who delivers lunch for us. So we named him 'One Minute Man' because he delivers in one minute once you place your order." I coughed. Her father changed the channel to cartoon network. Her mother was really glad at the explanation. "Wow, that's good, what a hardworking young man." She then invited everyone to the dinning for lunch. Before we got up, my friend's father spoke in a low tone. "Shebi you know we know you're lying. You have some explaining to do young lady." She nodded. I tried smiling and she gave me a knock on my head. We laughed. Her father then spoke to me. "Martin Beck Nworah, hope you're not a bad influence on my daughter? Since you are not the one minute man." "You know me and my glass of water too well Sir." We settled to eat. Midway through lunch, her mother got interested in the conversation again. "Lest I forget, you will give me the number of that one minute delivery man, I think my people at the office will like him to be bringing lunch for us too." My friend nodded. After eating, her mother brought out her phone and demanded for the number. There was no escaping it this time around. And her brain didn't work so fast. So she started calling out the number. Her mother stopped her. "Wait, is this not the number of our neighbour's son? The one that helps me with transactions at their bank. Since when did he become a delivery man?" Her father looked at her and shook his head. "So you didn't even go far to get your food my daughter?" Her mother was still lost in the whole thing and she replied her husband. "It doesn't matter na. Maybe she made a mistake in calling the number." I had to excuse myself to use the restroom. Lies! I just wanted to laugh out loud. She later married the "one minute deliver man" though. Last time we spoke, before I started avoiding topics that didn't concern me, she told me he takes time to prepare the food. It didn't matter he started slow or quick, he learnt and became better. Always know, you can get better. Always! Till we get to the Promised Land, I shall be waiting for when you will pass me a glass of water and thank God for the gift of grace for the race.

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