She checked her phone (16 missed calls) and remembered that she actually had a client (Maggie) coming in for her first image consultation in the next hour and first impressions last so she needed to get back in the shower, freshen up and rather focus on work because clearly her love department sucks lemons!
As Madifako was tying her black tie to a crisp white shirt and a black jacket tuxedo style with a charcoal pencil skirt all on red stilettos she made a decision that there is no way that 2018 was going to start off like this and continue so complex. Love will have to take the back seat and money making becomes the driver of her life.
She got her mini studio ready for her client and waited for Maggie. She had a real good feeling about this client, she sounded desperate for a complete image overhaul and Madifako understood such a client because it means that the client recognised the importance of looking good...not just at work but at home too to keep the fire burning.
It always amazed her that she managed to awaken the dying flame in many women's lives yet failed dismally to keep her own fire burning especially right now as Trevor was clearly heading for a dead end and 'Maanda must go jump in the lake and drown himself,' she thought. She was not going to allow herself to drift in such negative thoughts because she understood how energies worked and wouldn't want her client catching a negative vibe.
She put on some Nora Jones in the background at minimal volume and allowed that angelic voice to cleanse the air. As if on cue, her phone rang and it was Maggie and she was at the gate. She opened the gate and got out to meet her client.
"Good afternoon Maggie and welcome to I AM IMAGE CONSULTING."
"Good afternoon Madifako it's such a pleasure to meet you and thank you for seeing me"
"Come in, would you like something to drink...tea, coffee, whisky, champagne...what's your poison?" asked Madifako.
"Huuu girl with the stress I am feeling right now I need to ease my nerves with a stiff tot on the rocks of whisky."
Madifako did not expect that one and as she prepared the drink she knew that this is going to be an interesting session. She has interacted with too many women to know what a woman would be going through the moment she goes for a stiff drink at 14:30. But then again, Maggie fit the profile of a monied, stay at home mom, who had everything but still yearns for so much more...that came with the nature of her business.
"There we go..." said Madifako as she handed the whisky over to Maggie and sat infront of her and allowed her a moment to exhale.
"Madifako, I need your help. I have been married for 15 years with 2 boys ages 15 and 12 both now in boarding school in Joburg and recently realised that my husband does not look at me the way he used to 20 years ago. It drives me crazy and I think it's maybe because I have gained weight and just tired of my life and need to feel good again. And when I saw your advert on Facebook it just felt like image therapy was just the thing I needed, and that's why I am here."
"Ok," Madifako said, "Let's rectify something first, your image is yours and nobody else's but yours. You should need my services to feel good about you and not to make sure that your husband looks at you differently. Once you get that right, that would make you attractive...period."
"Wow, I think in the interim I forgot myself. You know what Madifako, I have a good feeling about this and ready to go where you direct me."
The session went on for an entire hour and Madifako was really happy with the outcome of the consultation because Maggie wanted the full package; which meant that Madifako clinched a good 3 month deal which guaranteed her a 5 digit pay cheque every month...a good deal.
"Maggie, I am going to send you a quotation which will include your deposit which must be paid before we begin your next session."
"No problem darling, I feel great already and looking forward to the transition."
As Madifako was preparing Maggie's quotation she asked for her full names. "I am Maggy with a 'y' and because o moPedi (You are Pedi), I know that my surname is simple yet always misspelt so I will spell it...M...U (not O)...D...A...U! Maggy Mudau!
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