Joyce

Betty and dad

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Mr. Doris is reading a newspaper. Betty walks to the sitting room.

“Dad, you are still awake?” Betty said and sat beside Mr. Doris.

“Yes Dr. When I am through with this newspaper, I will go to bed,” Mr. Doris said.

“I wanted to tell you something since I came back from Nigeria,” Betty said.

“What Dr?” Mr. Doris said and do away with the newspaper he was reading.

“Dad, do you remember Joyce in Nigeria?” Betty said.

“Joyce? Is she a Nigerian?” Mr. Doris said.

“Yes, she is a Nigerian. Do you remember her?” Betty said.

“I don’t remember any Nigerian called Joyce. Can you describe her, maybe I can recollect?” Mr. Doris said.

“You know her. She is dark complexioned and short. Besides, I told you about her the day I came back from Nigeria,” Betty said.

“Oh! Joyce? The one you told me lost her father, right?” Mr. Doris said.

“Yes Dad, you are correct. I promised to give you the full gist after lunch but we were very tired, so I was unable to disclose everything to you,” Joyce said.

“Okay Betty. How about Joyce?” Mr. Doris said.

“It’s a long story Dad,” Betty said.

“Then make it short. I am listening,” Mr. Doris said.

“Mr. Davies, Joyce’s Dad, was an elementary school teacher. He has taught in many schools in town before he got a job as a primary five teacher in Cross Nursery and Primary school. The wit was the best teacher ever so he became the envy of every other staff. Mr. Davies was also known to be persistent in doing good. The head teacher summoned him one day.

“Good afternoon, Mr. Davies,” the head teacher said.

“Good afternoon sir,” Mr. Davies said.

“How has been your day sir?” the head teacher said.

“It has been fine sir. And yours,” Mr. Davies said.

“Fine. The proprietress asked me to give you a letter,” the head teacher said and handed an enveloped letter to Mr. Davies.

    Mr. Davies collected the letter and it reads:

Dear Mr. Davies,

                          Letter of promotion.

      I write to you today to notify you that you have been promoted.

    Over the years, you have displayed your right attitudes toward work by being regular to work, being punctual, being devoted and rendering a selfless service. We see that you will be able to head a bigger post, so we have made you the assistant head teacher.

    We look forward to hearing your perceptive on this.

                                                Yours faithfully,

                                                Mrs. Juliet, the proprietress.

“Wow!!! I am speechless,” Mrs. Davies said euphorically.

“Congratulations sir,” the head teacher said with smiles.

“Thank you sir,” Mr. Davies said.

“I can’t wait to see you work with me. I pray the Lord will help us to function well,” the head teacher said.

“Amen, sir. What next?” Mr. Davies said.

“Nothing. You can go to your classroom now,” the head teacher said.

“Alright sir,” Mr. Davies said and left the head teacher’s office.

    A celebration was done to commemorate Mr. Davies’ promotion. However, Mr. Davies was not aware that there were wolves in sheep’s clothing.

    Some jealous staffs sat in the staff room to gossip Mr. Davies one day.

“That man, Mr. Davies thinks he is hyperactive in this school,” Mrs. Joan said.

“Just leave the man. He will be put to shame one day,” Mr. Alfred said jealously.

“Amen. And the unrewarding proprietress thinks she has reached her resting place. I am deeply sorry for her,” Mr. Charles said.

“Just leave her alone. We have been teachers in this school for long and are not given any promotion. Shockingly, someone who has only used few years in this school was given promotion. Corruption everywhere,” Mrs. Christiana said.

“God must judge the indifferent proprietress and the management at large,” Mr. Alfred said.

“Amen!!!” the teachers said.

    However, Mr. Davies became sick. It was a minor one for that. Surprisingly, he passed on days after.

“What a wicked world,” Mr. Doris said.

“The world is wicked. If you are asked to rescue either a snake or a human, it is better you rescue the snake and let the human be destroyed,” Betty said.

“Wise words. How sure are you that Mr. Davies was killed by the jealous staffs?” Mr. Doris said.

“Who else could have done that, except them. It’s is pragmatic dad,” Betty said confidently.

“You might be right Dr,” Mr. Doris said.

“Dad, I want you to use your position in United States Of America and Military to avenge Mr. Davies’ death.

“But Nigeria is different from United States of America. I don’t think I can proffer any help,” Mr. Doris said.

“You can proffer much help Dad. I can’t watch my Joyce suffer,” Betty said with tears.

“Don’t cry again Betty. I know what to do. I have a militant friend in Nigeria. I will contact him and disclose everything to him,” Mr. Doris said.

“(Smiles) I love that dad. I shall be looking forward to seeing those devils apprehended,” Betty said.

“Can you go to bed now? While I continue reading my newspaper?

“Okay dad. Make the reading snappy so that you can go to bed. Besides mummy won’t be happy if she wakes up and didn’t see you beside her,” Betty said.

“Okay Betty. I will go to bed in a jiffy,” Mr. Doris said.

“Good night dad,” Betty said as she was going to her room.

“Good Night Dr. No nightmare,” Mr. Doris said and continued reading his newspaper.