Jola Naibi

Writer and amateur photog. I seek to inspire and inform with the words I write and share and the photos I take. I have written a book of short stories: Terra Cotta Beauty, and I am working on a lot more. Reading and writing fuel my energy. In reading, I explore this vast and diverse world, in writing, I employ my over-active imagination and address the 'what-if' questions that life often throws at us.

La Racontrice – The Short Story Project

The Handshake: A Short Story [Excerpt]

By on August 12, 2016

This is a work of fiction.

On the day of Bono’s visit everything went seamlessly well. He and his entourage entered the warehouse with minimal fanfare and as he toured the facility the building was abuzz with his presence. All the security guards were acutely attentive at their duty posts. Mr. Abayomi stood at the entrance with Enebeli and two other guards and they remained there until Bono and his entourage were ready to leave. It was the first time that Enebeli had seen anyone famous up close. In the days leading up to his visit, Enebeli had also looked up YouTube videos of Bono on his phone just to get acquainted with his music and now here he was just a few feet away from him. As Bono approached them, Enebeli genuflected. It was the sort of reflex action that you would do to someone that you revered and it was not until he was actually doing this that he realized it. Bono adjusted his trademark glasses and walked purposefully towards Enebeli with his arms wide open. There was a momentary hesitation as Enebeli was confused and thought he was in trouble but the huge smile on Bono’s face convinced him otherwise. He stole a quick glance at Mr. Abayomi but the latter was looking straight ahead, his face expressionless. The Director of the Central Medical Stores, whose side Bono had left to come towards Enebeli, was also smiling widely, beaming with pride. At that instant, Enebeli remembered something that Mr. Abayomi had told them during induction: “If your boss is happy, then you are doing the right thing”. The Director of the Central Medical Stores was evidently very happy judging from his smiling face and so Enebeli also smiled. His mother had once told him that his smile was his best feature and it transformed his face and when he remembered this, he put his smile on full wattage. It was a smile bright enough to light the darkest room. His mother would be so proud. He and Bono were now standing shoulder to shoulder and before Enebeli knew what was happening, Bono had grabbed his hand in a strong handshake.