Despite this observable flaw, Jeffrey was still a man with strong values. He had strict moral boundaries which he didn't cross. He was so rigid about his values that he was nicknamed 'okwute' by his notorious friends who found it almost impossible to influence him. Okwute is the word used to describe a stone in his ibo native language. Being the first child and the only son from a below average home meant that he had always known he had to be responsible. It was inculcated in him early enough that a lot of lives were counting on his success.
Life was as it were a ghetto where he fought and won each battle per time. He was sure that tomorrow held prosperity for him, he'd be extremely wealthy and have the most beautiful girl in the globe. He had already overcome the challenge called Tertiary institution, from the notorious Lagos State University. He had also conquered the battle called securing a Job. Not his dream job. Certainly not. But a Job all the same.
Jeffrey worked so hard at the private establishment he worked that he was made the Operations Manager in a matter of months yet his monthly net pay was a subject of ridicule amongst his friends. Speaking of his salary during one of their hangouts, his friend Tunde-Young Money said, " money wey no reach me jaye for one night na wetin okwuta dey kill himself for one month". Nonetheless, Jeffrey being who he was could not be swayed otherwise.
Up to the time he met Cynthia.
(To be continued...)
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