Being His(Updates Every Friday)

1.

"Good Morning, Alhaji." 

Alhaji Abdullah Bindawa stopped the treadmill machine and got off it, lifting the fluffy blue towel on the hand bar up to wipe his face. He had not yet shaved for the day so a five o'clock shadow was still on his face, not that it diminished his handsomeness, it made it even better. 

"Good Morning, Elijah. Sleep well?" He asked his personal assistant as he walked to a corner of the room where a water dispenser was waiting with a light green smoothie atop it. He picked it up and sipped the green liquid made with apples, honeyed dates, cucumbers and kiwi fruits. 

"My night was fine sir, thank you sir for the apartment. My wife and I love it very much there." Alhaji stopped and turned to his personal assistant with a fond smile, "Then you both use it properly, thankfully your name is on it." Elijah swore in his heart that if his oga would accept, he would have rolled around on the floor for him, because where else would he and his wife get a four bedroom condo on such short notice and in such a good part of Abuja too. 

"Thank you again, sir." He watched his boss sip deeply from his smoothie cup and wave his thanks off with a hand and a nod. 

"It's nothing, come on, who are those I'm meeting today?" He asked after belching politely from the mixture he'd drunk. 

"At nine-thirty, you're meeting alongside Mallam Sanusi, people from the South African Ministry of health." Alhaji Bindawa stopped walking on the hallway that led to his side of the house with a frown. 

"Who set up the appointment?" He asked, his voice going cold, all the cordiality from earlier, gone. Elijah cast his eyes down in fear, Alhaji rarely got angry but his anger was a consuming coal with room for more fire. 

"Mrs Usman did sir," Elijah prayed to the heavens for their office receptionist, she usually made decisions on her own without consulting her boss, she was already on one strike for the year, if she got another strike, she was close to a sack. 

"Write up a query for her from me, after that subtle humiliation Mallam and his team went through in Pretoria, I didn't expect anyone to welcome them to our offices. Besides that, shift their meeting to another time, I'm not ready to see them." Elijah let out a scared exhale, he knew his boss and would do just as he said, no meeting with them until further notice. During a visit to the ministry of health in Pretoria, they'd made Mallam Sanusi wait till about seven pm for three days at a time, his boss ordered Mallam to come home and less than two months later, they had arrived in Abuja for meetings over an HIV vaccine Alhaji had formulated with the team. 

"Sir, the Nigerian ministry knows they're here." Elijah's words didn't stop his boss from going into his inner rooms with a slam of the door. 

Inside, Alhaji Bindawa looked at himself in the mirror, he'd turned fifty a few months ago, but he looked nothing like it. He loved to eat right, with proper exercise, he'd kept his body intact. Infact, in a pair of golf shorts and tee-shirt, he looked as young as thirty five. 

He whistled as he carefully shaved his peeking beard, leaving nothing and patting a small portion of poraso's men's aftershave on his lower jaw. He left the bathroom and picked up the trousers laid out for him by his head housekeeper, a sixty five year old woman who had run his house since his divorce from his ex-wife, a Katsina princess some seven years back. 

Pining the flap ends of the trousers after tucking in the beige dress shirt he wore to compliment the grey suit set picked out for him. He buttoned up the inner sleeveless jacket and laid his suit on his arm. He took a few steps to the full length mirror near the door and nodded appreciatively as he took in his own reflection. He picked up Swarovski crystals encrusted cufflinks and attached them to his button down shirt,