Bisi’s photography workshop was at 11.15am.
Eva from church had told her about it. She was first acquainted with Eva’s work at Light of the World church’s media ministry. Their friendship began when they were paired off as prayer partners for the women’s ministry prayer challenge. At their first meeting, Bisi gushed with praise about the brilliant job Eva had done with the mother’s day collage video. Eva in her modest way was quick to state her gratitude to God. “My prayer is that I use that talent to serve others and honor my Heavenly Father”.
They had both worked up a big appetite by the time their two hour tour was over. They settled for a lunch spot known for their mouth-watering cast iron pan house cornbread. It was one of Mezu’s favorite weekend lunch spots.
“Great class. For the breadth of material covered, I can’t believe we got it at that price.” The two part workshop comprised indoor lectures and a photo tour. It covered material on photo editing software, tagging and taking pictures in RAW format for post photo processing.
“For a windy day, the sun held up really well. The time went by so quickly, I did not realize it with all the walking”. Bisi noted as she took in the elegant 1950’s glamour themed ambiance of the bank-turned-restaurant. The dimmed lighting added to the relaxed and cozy feel. The music selection alternated between classics by Tony Bennett, Ella Fitzgerald and Louis Armstrong, Frank Sinatra and do-wop tunes. A charming compliment.
Bisi ordered the house Cobb salad. She split the cornbread with Eva, helping herself to one half of her half portion. The meshing of flavors from the piping hot cornbread slathered with their signature whipped honey butter, more than made up for her throbbing feet. Bisi was in her happy place.
Bisi felt a vibrating sensation a second time. She had ignored the earlier buzzing of her phone as they walked into the restaurant. Feeling around her bag for it, she looked up from her meal “Eva, thanks again for letting me in on the class. It has reignited my interest in photography. What I enjoyed the most was that outdoor tour. The fact that we were moving made the cold bearable.”
Three missed calls, one from her mother, another from her sister and the third number was Unknown. Bisi listened to her messages and made a note to text her sister the information on the travel agent. With the time difference back to five hours, she had an extra hour to call her mother in Nigeria.
Eva had excused herself to the ladies room and as she settled back into their booth, Bisi looked up at her while tucking her phone into the front pocket of her crossbody. “if I want to catch the next train, I need to get going”.
“I can give you a ride. Eva needed some raw honey and organic cinnamon from the organic store in Bisi’s neighborhood. She had to make a new batch of homemade cough drops.
Half hour later, as she stepped into her foyer, she felt a vibration.
It was an Unknown Number.
Swiping the green icon on her phone.
“Hello… pause. Hello…”. No response. Just as she was about to hang up.
“Hi Bisi, its Mezu”
Bisi glanced at her phone screen again as if to confirm this was not all her imagination.
“I am sure, I am the last person you were expecting to hear from.” Continue reading Have Something to Say II