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No One Right Way by Olumide Holloway
No One Right Way by Olumide Holloway
Written by
Olumide Holloway
MAJIYAGBE
The quarter is still open and I'm
working on meeting them ma.
MRS. OGUNDELE
You are working on it? We don't pay
you to work on it, we pay you to
deliver. (pause)
Why are some of the stories on your
blog about the bank?
MAJIYAGBE
They are not ma. They are all works
of fiction.
MRS. OGUNDELE
As an internal auditor, you're
exposed to loans approved by
management. Sometimes the non-
repayment of such loans raises
suspicion. Your stories talk about
these. And you say they're works of
fiction. Do I look like a fool?
MAJIYAGBE
You don't look or sound like one ma.
That's why you should know these are
mere coincidences. I would never
expose information about the bank.
MRS. OGUNDELE
So you say- but your blog says
otherwise. Did you not sign a Non
Disclosure Agreement when you joined
the bank?
MAJIYAGBE
I did. But ma, this is a personal
blog and my stories are made-up. They
show different people in authority
needing to be above board in their
dealings. I believe everyone should
strive to be a model of rectitude.
MRS. OGUNDELE
Rectitude, abi? Well I believe
management cannot continue to pay the
salary of someone whose loyalty to
the bank is questionable.
(MORE)
3.
KELECHI
Maji, how far na?
KELECHI (cont'd)
I heard about your encounter with
Mrs. O.
MAJIYAGBE
Who tell you?
KELECHI
I heard it from the grapevine.
MAJIYAGBE
Well, na so we see am o. She doesn't
like or trust me. It's crazy,
but...it seems my stories
unintentionally described the
cupboards where management hide their
skeletons. I've probably figured out
something I'm not supposed to know.
Kelechi smiles.
KELECHI
So what's the plan now?
4.
MAJIYAGBE
Omo, na to go finish my book and
start selling. God fit do am make I
become a bestselling author. (pause)
And my car is good enough to use for
Uber runs.
KELECHI
Look I know an investigative
journalist who is writing about bank
executives involved in internal
fraud - dishing out bad loans. She
needs documents showing names and
amounts to expose the rot. She is
willing to pay.
Majiyagbe starts to turn back to his car.
MAJIYAGBE
I'm not for sale.
KELECHI
Five thousand dollars. Half now, half
when you deliver.
Majiyagbe stops and turns back to Kelechi.
KELECHI (cont'd)
I hear you're expecting a baby. New
baby go eat o, landlord no go hear
story and the bank will repossess the
car once you default. This is easy
money.
MAJIYAGBE
Thanks ore, but the answer is no.
MAJIYAGBE
(Turns around)
You're welcome. Would you like to
listen to my audio book on your trip?
PASSENGER 1
No.
PASSENGER 2
Ok, go ahead.
PASSENGER 3
For wetin na? Abeg I no want noise.
At the end of the trip. Majiyagbe turns around.
MAJIYAGBE
(smiling nervously)
Would you like to have a copy of my
audio book?
Passenger 2 smiles ruefully and shakes her head. Passenger 3
responds with a blank, silent glare.
MRS. OGUNDELE
I have your recorded conversations
and money transfer receipts showing
you sold the Bank's information to
3rd parties. If you don't want to end
up in jail, you will do whatever I
say from now on. In other words, I
own you.
She and Kelechi head towards the exit. At the door, she
turns.
MRS. OGUNDELE (cont'd)
You may resume work next Monday. If
you cooperate with me, no more
disciplinary measures will be taken
against you. Consider this a favour
from me to you.
Seems every man has a price after
all. Yours is a mere ten thousand
dollars.
They exit the room. Majiyagbe sits in silence with his head
in his hands.
FADE OUT