Bob Hearts Abishola

Previously on Bob Hearts Abishola...

So this is what we do

Chukwuemeka and I get back together,

and you have your happy son.

So happy.

Then, you and I will need to see the women

to see who is fit to bear your grandchildren.

Wait, what? Shh.

Why would you get any say in who this new woman should be?

The same reason you get a say.

I am his mother.

And I am his Kemi.

Do I get a say?

So, what do you think, Auntie?

I can find no fault with this arrangement.

Oh, we have not met.

I am Chukwuemeka. This is Morenike.

A cousin of Abishola staying with her family.

It is wonderful to meet you.

You as well.

Are you as student? Yes.

At Wayne State.

I went to Wayne State.

I'm studying to become a pharmacist.

Uh-uh, you are kidding.

I am a pharmacist.

It must be fate that we met.

Yes.

What are the odds you'd meet another failed doctor?

My little Puff Puff, I need your magic hands.

There's a knot in my neck.

I would worry more about that hump on your back.

Oh. Hello, Auntie.

I thought I felt the temperature drop a few degrees.

I tried to tell you Mummy was here,

but you were singing Tina Turner so loud.

Because that is the only way to sing Tina Turner.

I thought you had Bible study. What happened?

Did you finish the book?

Tonight I will be doing God's work here.

Then I will let you two and God get to it.

We have chosen who will be

the mother of Chukwuemeka's children.

I thought we decided we'd make that choice together.

I thought that, too, but you seem

to find a flaw in everyone I suggest.

I did not realize you wanted your son to settle

for someone less than perfect.

He already has.

Oh, it's not his fault, a boy cannot choose his own mother.

Stop fighting.

Please sit. Please sit.

Kemi, my love,

I know you want what is best for me.

Mm-hmm.

So please do not be angry straightaway.

At least give it a chance.

This girl is from a prestigious family.

She is studious,

devoutly religious.

And, most importantly, does not

have any sons the same age as Chukwuemeka.

Funmbi is six months younger!

Kemi, we have chosen Morenike.

Abishola's cousin.

Oh. I see.

And have you spoken to her about this?

Not yet, we were going to bring it up in church.

Well, that's good.

I'm so happy she's going again.

She was angry with God for such a long time.

What are you talking about?

Oh, she didn't tell you?

I shouldn't say anything.

Why was she angry with God?

Well, you didn't hear this from me,

but she has been married before.

To the Dark Prince.

The Fallen Angel.

Satan!

Nonsense.

May God strike me down

if I am lying.

There you go.

You're still here?

Everybody's gone for the day.

I hate bringing work home with me.

I'll sleep a lot better knowing this is done.

You know, when you got demoted to the warehouse floor,

I didn't think your ego could take it,

but I was wrong.

Sometimes people surprise you, Bob.

Hmm.

Anyway, for my next company car, should I

go Camaro SS or stick with a Corvette?

This is what you've been working on?

For two days.

I'm so stressed, I almost called in sick.

Let me help you.

You're not getting a new company car.

So we're extending the lease

on the one I've got now? No.

We're buying it out? No.

I don't see any other option.

You're not management anymore.

If I get you a company car,

I'm gonna have to get one for everybody.

That's really generous of you.

It's not happening, bud.

Look, I get it.

As my boss, you can't be seen giving me special treatment.

Exactly.

But as my big brother...

As your big brother, no car, idiot.

You struck an employee!

I'm telling Mom!

Abishola.

What is the medical term for webbed feet?

Syndactyly.

Thank you.

What are you doing?

I'm creating a fake Wikipedia page

about Morenike's family.

They are a sickly bunch.

I am part of Morenike's family.

Oh, good. I can put "gigantism" in there.

Why are you doing all this?

I have to convince Ogechi

that Chukwuemeka is marrying a genetic dud.

I think that is a terrible idea.

What choice do I have?

I am fighting for the love of my life.

By spreading lies on the Internet?

What else is the Internet for?

Boy, the things that go on under that wig.

I am sorry, Gloria, but I am desperate.

And if either of you cared about me at all,

you would give me the medical term for overly large ears.

Macrotia.

Thank you.

I will pair that with "tiny head disease."

Microcephaly.

Stop helping her!

Hold still.

It stings.

Do not be such a baby.

Last week, someone on the floor lost a finger.

I did not hear about that.

And as long as I am safety manager, no one ever will.

Just got my paycheck.

I don't know how you guys do it.

Do what?

You know, live on, you know, this.

You have to be frugal.

I don't know what that is.

It is very simple.

In life, there are things that you need to survive,

and things that bring you joy.

Remove all joy.

Then what's the point of living?

I do not recommend asking yourself that question.

You do not need to buy joy,

it is everywhere.

A quiet sunrise,

a warm summer breeze,

a discarded joke book you find on the sidewalk.

You found that book on the sidewalk?

I think it found me.

Look, it's easy for you guys to say,

you were born into... frugacity?

Fru... frugaliciousness?

Frugality.

And I grew up with money.

My father was a judge.

Really?

What happened?

I decided to forgo my father's wealth

and come to this country to make my own way.

Whoops.

I support my family,

I own my own home,

and I enjoy my work.

What else is there?

So much, you have no idea.

You made the same choice I did, Douglas.

What do you mean?

You left your cushy office job,

to make an honest living on the warehouse floor.

Well, my mom made me do it.

But you did it.

And now you have the pride that comes

with making an honest living.

Standing on your own two feet.

Yeah. I guess I do.

Huh.

Thanks, guys.

That was nice, what you said.

It was nonsense.

More tea, Chukwuemeka?

Yes, please.