Itua was excited that the University students had resumed for a new session. The holidays were usually boring for him since his friend, Stiff would take a break from work to go spend time with his family in Abuja. Itua couldn't wait to see his friend, he had really good news to share and he wanted to tell him face to face.
After he had completed that painting of Enigma, Itua had begun to believe in his artistic gift a little bit more, had begun to believe that it was possible for this to become a source of income. So, he decided to start selling his work.
There was a showroom that belonged to a popular interior decor company that he always passed by on his way to Club Venice where he worked every evening. He had been observing the place for a while and knew that the place was owned by a beautiful lady that also happened to hail from Edo state like him. He had learnt that she handled a lot of projects for both estate developers, private firms, hotels and wealthy individuals. It was also common knowledge that she had a generous heart and loved to give back to society.
Itua began to visit the building daily, in the hope of running into the lady. Armed with two of his best paintings, he would get there in the morning and wait in the security guard's post till it was almost time to resume at the club. After about a week, the guard started getting uncomfortable and gave him a three-day ultimatum to stop coming to the company premises.
Luckily, in the morning of last day, the Madam visited to the showroom, accompanied by a younger lady that Itua later learnt was her daughter. Sweating and stuttering, Itua had ended up speaking in his dialect but it was the paintings he held up that had caught the lady's attention.
When she heard his story and his desire to take up the administrative costs for Hephzibah's Home, she immediately took an interest and signed him on.
Itua still couldn't believe it. He had been offered a contract of five million naira to produce wall art for her current project, some blocks of serviced apartments.
He couldn't wait to tell Stiff about it.
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