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24

"You went home?"

"Yes, I can't stay there, though."

"You're welcome to stay here," Shade said, "as Frank or David."

"It's David and I would like to stay for now," I said honestly.

"I'm glad," Shade said and quickly went to deal with an issue on the serving line. I watched her skirt swirl with her hips as she moved and realized I was glad also.

It was at the tail end of cleanup when a well-dressed lady entered. She was wearing a tailored dark grey business suit with a silk blouse. She was carrying an expensive black briefcase case as if it was part of her. Her black hair was pulled back severely and secured tightly with a tiny black bow. She walked like she owned the place. I disliked her immediately.


"Shade Aiyeto?" the woman asked, holding her hand out to Shade. Shade nodded and shook her hand. "I'm Mojoyin Abudu Abudu, a lawyer at Adeye, Abudu and Co. I wonder if we could talk for a moment." Shade led her to one of the dining tables. I hovered, re-cleaning part of the floor in the dining room.


"I represent a party who is interested in resolving the predicament you find yourself in." Mojoyin held a half grin while she talked. I suspected it was always there, but I found it rude.


"What predicament would that be?" Shade asked, acting so innocent; I almost believed her.


"I am speaking of the charges that have been leveled against you and the City Kitchen. I assume you have seen the paper." Mojoyin didn't let Shade's act fool her. It seemed to be a game she liked to play.

"I don't concern myself with the idle chatter in the paper," Shade said, waving her hand in dismissal.
"My accountants assure me I have been more than forthright and all the issues will disappear in time." Mojoyin lost her grin. I don't think she was expecting Shade's strength. In truth, I didn't expect it either.
"Things could get worse," Mojoyin stated. Shade's face was turning red and I could see fire in her eyes.

"Who is this person you represent?" Shade asked, holding back her sting.

"The person wishes to remain anonymous," Mojoyin smiled.

"Then we are done here," Shade said calmly and rose. Mojoyin just smiled and stayed seated.

"I don't think you are considering the possible consequences," Mojoyin threatened. Shade exploded and shocked me.

"Bring it on" Shade said loudly and pointed to the door. Mojoyin tried to hold her own, but fumbled her briefcase standing up. I guessed she was used to more decorum when she threatened people. I had to stifle a laugh as I stopped the phoney cleaning to watch Mojoyin scamper out.
"Tell me I didn't just destroy my life," Shade said, moving toward me. She was shaking with the release of adrenaline. I folded her into my arms. She seemed a natural fit as she wrapped her arms around me.

"Bring it on?" I questioned softly.

"It's all I could think of. She was threatening me in my own place." Shade looked up to me. "Did I overdo it?"

"I was kind of proud of it. I just never heard you use a bad word before," I said with a smile. Shade tucked her head back into my shoulder.
"I hope I didn't make it worse," Shade whispered affectionately.

"It doesn't matter. We will get through this." I wanted to take back the 'we' as soon as I said it.

"You said 'we' again," Shade responded without moving from my arms.

"I meant it." I wasn't in control of that word any more. I might as well own it. Shade squeezed me harder. I was glad I did.

The next day we got a taste of the madhouse to come. Femi, true to his word, made the front page. An exclusive interview with the living Promise Keeper was big news. Without making any direct accusations, he detailed Shade's plight and the possible demise of the City Kitchen.

How I promised to save it and vanquish the bad guys was implied in every word he wrote. He promised articles to follow that detailed my
exploits since my singing debut. The time and place of the banquet was clearly written. He used poetic license to rename it the 'Save the Kitchen' banquet. It was over the top and the public bought it up wholesomely than I could imagine.


Calls started pouring in. The caterer was one of the first with an apology. They were willing to cater the event for free, as a donation to the cause. The banquet venue called and asked if we needed more room. They moved us to their largest hall at no additional cost. Best of all, Shade was Shade again. She was moving like a woman possessed. Everything was happening on schedule and everyone knew their job. With every phone call she received, her confidence spiked.

The Governor's office called and asked if it was okay for the first lady to attend the banquet. She would like to say a few words of support. It seems the police reps were going to be there, so the first lady felt obliged. I saw it as a win. The first lady certainly couldn't endorse the City Kitchen and then allow a developer to destroy it.


That afternoon, an auditor for Alege and Associates showed up. Tom Odogwu, a man I had worked with in the past. We had a quick reunion and I took him to the office. We spent the afternoon going over the initial data and supporting documents. Like me, he was impressed with Shade's books. Tom called Mofe just before we opened for dinner.


"David is correct, these are clean and easy," Tom said over the phone, "I'll need two guys and two days to go through it all, but I doubt I'll find anything." He nodded and said yes a few times then handed the phone to me.

"You stirred up a hornets nest, David," Mofe said pleasantly, "I got a call from a Mojoyin Abudu this morning. After the article, I guess she assumed you would come to me for help. She tried to convince me it would be in my best interest not to help."

"I met her yesterday. Shade told her, and I quote, 'Bring it on.'" I said it with a grin in my tone. Mofe burst out laughing.


"I like Shade already," Mofe responded, "I told Mojoyin much the same thing, just in a more civil-minded manner. I did find out that your developer is the one and only High Chief Kunle Sanda. You certainly don't pick small opponents, David."


“High Chief Kunle Sanda picked us," I said. At least I could now put a name to the gathering storm.

"Well Mojoyin pissed me off so I put in a call to Sarah Waziri. Her firm is willing to defend the class action, pro bono of course, if Shade will agree." I put my hand over the phone speaker and leaned out the office door.


"Mofe Alege found you a good lawyer, F.O.C," I called out to Shade, "you accept?" She laughed and nodded her head. I really didn't need to ask, but felt it was appropriate.


"Of course she accepts," I answered, "Mofe, you have gone way beyond the line of duty here. I'm not sure if I can ever pay you back."

"I'll get it back in spades," Mofe said lightly, "the firm that backed the Promise Keeper. It has to be worth more. Are you going to sing at the banquet? My wife is expecting it."

"I wasn't planning on it. I was hoping the talent show was the last time I had to sing," I said honestly. I didn't really like the fear associated with being on stage.

"Well that will give me a leg up," Mofe said, "right now it is two to one for you singing. No worries, Tom will bring a team out early tomorrow and get started. Tell Shade to let us worry about the FIRS. She just needs to get you to sing." Mofe hung up before I could respond. It didn't occur to me that people would want me to sing. Femi was planning on bringing a camera. There was no way I could sing for the world, much less another audience.

"Mofe said you should let him worry about the FIRS," I informed Shade, leaving out the singing part.

"I can do that," Shade said as she removed her latex gloves.
"Sarah Waziri is going to take care of the case," I added. I was full of good news. Shade threw the gloves in the trash bin, wrapped her hands around the back of my neck and kissed me on my lips. I wasn't sure how to respond. They were soft lips and slightly moist. She pulled back an inch and looked me in the eyes.

"My apologies to Dolapo, but you had that coming." Shade smiled and headed out of the kitchen. It was 4:00 and people needed to be fed. It was the chuckles from the crew that broke my trance. In my defense, they were really nice lips. I heard 'I Need An Angel' over the speakers and headed out to join Shade on the line.

Surprisingly, the first person in the line was a uniformed police officer.

"You must be Shade Aiyeto," the officer said, "and you must be David Akeju." He smiled and held out his hand. I shook it as he explained. "There are two officers outside making sure the press and fans stay out. I'm supposed to stay down here in case they mess up. Unless you want to be on camera, you'll probably want to stay inside. It is a madhouse out there. I'm officer Ocheme by the way."

"Thank you, officer," Shade said, "I hope this won't be necessary for too long."

"Just until the frenzy dies down," the officer said, "your car caused most of it." He looked and smiled at me when he said it. I guess everyone knows I'm here. I should have taken a cab.

The night went without incident. We fed officer Ocheme who also took some food to the policemen outside. No unauthorized homeless made it into the City Kitchen, but we were kind of in a prison of our own making. Shade decided to spend the night on site. I chivalrously gave up the camp bed. To her, it was a foregone conclusion -- it was her camp bed anyway. I made do on a dining table. It was a little hard, but the blanket made it tolerable.

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24
"You went home?"
"Yes, I can't stay there, though."
"You're welcome to stay here," Shade said, "as Frank or David."
"It's David and I would like to stay for now," I said honestly.
"I'm glad," Shade said and quickly went to deal with an issue on the serving line. I watched her skirt swirl with her hips as she moved and realized I was glad also.
It was at the tail end of cleanup when a well-dressed lady entered. She was wearing a tailored dark grey business suit with a silk blouse. She was carrying an expensive black briefcase case as if it was part of her. Her black hair was pulled back severely and secured tightly with a tiny black bow. She walked like she owned the place. I disliked her immediately.
"Shade Aiyeto?" the woman asked, holding her hand out to Shade. Shade nodded and shook her hand. "I'm Mojoyin Abudu Abudu, a lawyer at Adeye, Abudu and Co. I wonder if we could talk for a moment." Shade led her to one of the dining tables. I hovered, re-cleaning part of the floor in the dining room.
"I represent a party who is interested in resolving the predicament you find yourself in." Mojoyin held a half grin while she talked. I suspected it was always there, but I found it rude.
"What predicament would that be?" Shade asked, acting so innocent; I almost believed her.
"I am speaking of the charges that have been leveled against you and the City Kitchen. I assume you have seen the paper." Mojoyin didn't let Shade's act fool her. It seemed to be a game she liked to play.
"I don't concern myself with the idle chatter in the paper," Shade said, waving her hand in dismissal.
"My accountants assure me I have been more than forthright and all the issues will disappear in time." Mojoyin lost her grin. I don't think she was expecting Shade's strength. In truth, I didn't expect it either.
"Things could get worse," Mojoyin stated. Shade's face was turning red and I could see fire in her eyes.
"Who is this person you represent?" Shade asked, holding back her sting.
"The person wishes to remain anonymous," Mojoyin smiled.
"Then we are done here," Shade said calmly and rose. Mojoyin just smiled and stayed seated.
"I don't think you are considering the possible consequences," Mojoyin threatened. Shade exploded and shocked me.
"Bring it on" Shade said loudly and pointed to the door. Mojoyin tried to hold her own, but fumbled her briefcase standing up. I guessed she was used to more decorum when she threatened people. I had to stifle a laugh as I stopped the phoney cleaning to watch Mojoyin scamper out.
"Tell me I didn't just destroy my life," Shade said, moving toward me. She was shaking with the release of adrenaline. I folded her into my arms. She seemed a natural fit as she wrapped her arms around me.
"Bring it on?" I questioned softly.
"It's all I could think of. She was threatening me in my own place." Shade looked up to me. "Did I overdo it?"
"I was kind of proud of it. I just never heard you use a bad word before," I said with a smile. Shade tucked her head back into my shoulder.
"I hope I didn't make it worse," Shade whispered affectionately.
"It doesn't matter. We will get through this." I wanted to take back the 'we' as soon as I said it.
"You said 'we' again," Shade responded without moving from my arms.
"I meant it." I wasn't in control of that word any more. I might as well own it. Shade squeezed me harder. I was glad I did.
The next day we got a taste of the madhouse to come. Femi, true to his word, made the front page. An exclusive interview with the living Promise Keeper was big news. Without making any direct accusations, he detailed Shade's plight and the possible demise of the City Kitchen.
How I promised to save it and vanquish the bad guys was implied in every word he wrote. He promised articles to follow that detailed my
exploits since my singing debut. The time and place of the banquet was clearly written. He used poetic license to rename it the 'Save the Kitchen' banquet. It was over the top and the public bought it up wholesomely than I could imagine.
Calls started pouring in. The caterer was one of the first with an apology. They were willing to cater the event for free, as a donation to the cause. The banquet venue called and asked if we needed more room. They moved us to their largest hall at no additional cost. Best of all, Shade was Shade again. She was moving like a woman possessed. Everything was happening on schedule and everyone knew their job. With every phone call she received, her confidence spiked.
The Governor's office called and asked if it was okay for the first lady to attend the banquet. She would like to say a few words of support. It seems the police reps were going to be there, so the first lady felt obliged. I saw it as a win. The first lady certainly couldn't endorse the City Kitchen and then allow a developer to destroy it.
That afternoon, an auditor for Alege and Associates showed up. Tom Odogwu, a man I had worked with in the past. We had a quick reunion and I took him to the office. We spent the afternoon going over the initial data and supporting documents. Like me, he was impressed with Shade's books. Tom called Mofe just before we opened for dinner.
"David is correct, these are clean and easy," Tom said over the phone, "I'll need two guys and two days to go through it all, but I doubt I'll find anything." He nodded and said yes a few times then handed the phone to me.
"You stirred up a hornets nest, David," Mofe said pleasantly, "I got a call from a Mojoyin Abudu this morning. After the article, I guess she assumed you would come to me for help. She tried to convince me it would be in my best interest not to help."
"I met her yesterday. Shade told her, and I quote, 'Bring it on.'" I said it with a grin in my tone. Mofe burst out laughing.
"I like Shade already," Mofe responded, "I told Mojoyin much the same thing, just in a more civil-minded manner. I did find out that your developer is the one and only High Chief Kunle Sanda. You certainly don't pick small opponents, David."
“High Chief Kunle Sanda picked us," I said. At least I could now put a name to the gathering storm.
"Well Mojoyin pissed me off so I put in a call to Sarah Waziri. Her firm is willing to defend the class action, pro bono of course, if Shade will agree." I put my hand over the phone speaker and leaned out the office door.
"Mofe Alege found you a good lawyer, F.O.C," I called out to Shade, "you accept?" She laughed and nodded her head. I really didn't need to ask, but felt it was appropriate.
"Of course she accepts," I answered, "Mofe, you have gone way beyond the line of duty here. I'm not sure if I can ever pay you back."
"I'll get it back in spades," Mofe said lightly, "the firm that backed the Promise Keeper. It has to be worth more. Are you going to sing at the banquet? My wife is expecting it."
"I wasn't planning on it. I was hoping the talent show was the last time I had to sing," I said honestly. I didn't really like the fear associated with being on stage.
"Well that will give me a leg up," Mofe said, "right now it is two to one for you singing. No worries, Tom will bring a team out early tomorrow and get started. Tell Shade to let us worry about the FIRS. She just needs to get you to sing." Mofe hung up before I could respond. It didn't occur to me that people would want me to sing. Femi was planning on bringing a camera. There was no way I could sing for the world, much less another audience.
"Mofe said you should let him worry about the FIRS," I informed Shade, leaving out the singing part.
"I can do that," Shade said as she removed her latex gloves.
"Sarah Waziri is going to take care of the case," I added. I was full of good news. Shade threw the gloves in the trash bin, wrapped her hands around the back of my neck and kissed me on my lips. I wasn't sure how to respond. They were soft lips and slightly moist. She pulled back an inch and looked me in the eyes.
"My apologies to Dolapo, but you had that coming." Shade smiled and headed out of the kitchen. It was 4:00 and people needed to be fed. It was the chuckles from the crew that broke my trance. In my defense, they were really nice lips. I heard 'I Need An Angel' over the speakers and headed out to join Shade on the line.
Surprisingly, the first person in the line was a uniformed police officer.
"You must be Shade Aiyeto," the officer said, "and you must be David Akeju." He smiled and held out his hand. I shook it as he explained. "There are two officers outside making sure the press and fans stay out. I'm supposed to stay down here in case they mess up. Unless you want to be on camera, you'll probably want to stay inside. It is a madhouse out there. I'm officer Ocheme by the way."
"Thank you, officer," Shade said, "I hope this won't be necessary for too long."
"Just until the frenzy dies down," the officer said, "your car caused most of it." He looked and smiled at me when he said it. I guess everyone knows I'm here. I should have taken a cab.
The night went without incident. We fed officer Ocheme who also took some food to the policemen outside. No unauthorized homeless made it into the City Kitchen, but we were kind of in a prison of our own making. Shade decided to spend the night on site. I chivalrously gave up the camp bed. To her, it was a foregone conclusion -- it was her camp bed anyway. I made do on a dining table. It was a little hard, but the blanket made it tolerable.

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25

The next two days saw the auditors busied at work. Sarah Waziri stopped by the second day with a copy of the law suit. She and Shade talked strategy while I helped the auditors with data demands. In the middle of it all, we prepared the kitchen for the night's dinner. Femi showed up just before 'I Need An Angel' to get some background on the City Kitchen. His articles had created a frenzy and he needed more information to keep them going. I took him to Fabio, the resident expert on the subject. Femi had no trouble fitting in and making friends. He liked to listen and Fabio liked being the expert.

The media spent those days camped out in front of the City Kitchen. Detective Bakare made sure there were enough police that the media kept their distance. A couple of reporters tried to sneak through as homeless and were caught. Jummai was eagle-eyed; she pointed them out and looked good doing it. It was a crazy moment, but no one left hungry so Shade was happy.

The day of the banquet brought with it a wonderful surprise. In the past, Shade would run the kitchen as normal then rush to the banquet site leaving a crew to clean. It made for an extremely hectic day. Before noon, two men and a woman all dressed in white chef attire met with Shade.

"Mr Seyi Morgan sent us," the tall man said with an air of authority, "I'm Chuks Odinga and this is Raymond and Morinsola. We're here to replace you for the day and let you concentrate on the banquet." Morgan Catering was the firm catering the banquet. I guessed they wanted to make sure Shade wasn't upset with their flip flop. Shade looked them up and down and decided they could handle it.

"That would be lovely," Shade said with a grin.

"Do you think we could meet David Akeju?" Morinsola asked. I blushed at the request. I was not used to my fleeting fame. Shade laughed and introduced me.

"The beard makes you look older," Morinsola said as she shook my hand. I could see undeserved admiration in her eyes.

"It was just a disguise," I informed her, "I'll shave it soon."

"I sure hope so," Shade interjected, "I've hated that thing since the first day." I suddenly hated the beard myself.

"Have you thought about what you're going to wear tonight?" I tried to say something, but Shade jumped in.

"I was thinking black trouser and shirt. It would look dashing with his frame." Shade had obviously put some thought into it. I was going to try to tell her I didn't have anything like that when Morinsola jumped back in.

"He would need black shoes with a matching leather belt." Morinsola examined me closer. "Maybe the shirt should be collarless with a hint of grey to offset the trouser."

"Ladies," I said, a little exasperated, "I don't own anything like that. I was just going to wear some chinos with a polo shirt." Shade shook her head and smiled.

"We're going shopping, David. There's no way I am going let you look like a dork." Morinsola giggled at Shade's demand. I just sighed and agreed.

Shade spent the better part of an hour with the crew, explaining the planned menu and how things worked. She explained the 'I Need An Angel' dinner bell and was adamant about the 4:00 time. Chuks took notes and complemented Shade on the cleanliness of the facility. He put her mind at ease and guaranteed her no one would leave hungry. He certainly seemed competent and I could tell Shade thought so as well.

It took four police officers to get us out of the City Kitchen. We were able to make it out the back with limited exposure. A plain cloths officer was assigned to drive us where we needed to go.

"So, you're really going to sing at the police boxing match?" He asked, after we escaped in his unmarked car.

"I never said I was going to sing," I answered, trying not to sound ungrateful for the force's help.
Shade looked at me, a little surprised. I had forgotten to tell her about the event.

"You got to," He went on, "it's the only reason my girlfriend is going to come. She hates the fights, but she adores you." A felt my face flush again. It was only one talent contest. This was getting a little out of hand. I certainly didn't deserve anyone's admiration.

"You agreed to this?" Shade asked. I looked over to her.

"Tony asked. I couldn't say no, not with everything he was doing to help us out," I explained. Shade took my hand in hers.
"Us," Shade said softly. Some guilt leaked into my mind, memories of Dolapo. Shade's hand felt good in mine. I wasn't sure if I should like it. My heart was beating faster than it should. "I'll be there with you, singing or not." She squeezed my hand with affection. God help me, I squeezed back.

The officer took us to a men's shop downtown. A young woman attended to us. I felt like a mannequin as the ladies had me try on different trousers and shirts. They discussed the results as if I wasn't present and pretty much ignored my likes and dislikes. I tried on six pairs of shoes before Shade was happy. Cosiness was not one of the criteria she considered. I would have just picked a pair of nice brown suede shoes if I had a choice in the matter. I had to admit, I did look pretty sharp in the mirror. I just didn't think I could live up to the image staring back at me. Shade was pleased so I agreed, as if I had much of a choice.

I pulled out my ATM card as we approached the Point of Sale. The young woman spent some time making calls and I was wondering if I needed a fortune to make the purchase. She shook her head and smiled when I tried to hand her the credit card.

"We would like to donate the clothes Mr. Akeju," She said calmly, "for the City Kitchen."

"You recognized us?" Shade said with big smile.

"Not at first, that beard played trick on me," She said, matching Shade's smile.

"Thank you, and please call me David," I said, genuinely touched by her generosity.

"You're so welcome, Mr David, The Promise Keeper," She said, "I really hope you remember us next time you shop." The offer was laced with a fondness I didn't deserve. I was happy my beard covered a good portion of my cheeks. I was not designed for fame.

"Of course," I stuttered. Shade stifled a giggle and led me out the door like Dolapo would do.

The next stop was an upscale unisex salon. The beard was going to go, and with it, whatever I had left of my anonymity. Shade was excited. I would have preferred if she just handed me a shaving stick. My hair was bushy, but I had become comfortable with it. She wasn't having any of it. For some reason, I was letting her run all over me. She was a formidable woman. I was sure Dolapo would have liked her. Dolapo would have never let me get so unkempt.

Pelumi was her stylist, or so she said. She looked too young to be anything but an amateur. She had a crazy jerry curled and dyed hair.
"What are we doing to hair today?" Pelumi asked. Again, before I had a chance to answer, Shade jumped in.

"First, let's remove the beard and then..." I raised my hand sharply and gave Shade a look. I didn't want to, but I felt I was losing myself. It was my head after all. "Sorry," she said and covered her smile with her hand. I gathered my thoughts and realized I messed up.

"Um...shave off the beard and..." I had no idea how I wanted my hair. I turned my head sideways and looked at it in the mirror. I rolled my eyes, "and however she wants it." I nodded my head weakly toward Shade who was no longer covering her silly grin.

"Get it off the collar and ears," Shade kicked back in without missing a beat, "leave the sideburns down to about here." She touched just in front of my ear sending an unexpected shiver down my neck, "Can you use a trimmer to layer it a bit, you know, business-like, but with a little modern style." She had some kind of vision for my head. It had to be better than my vision. Suddenly, I had two women touching my head all over.

I was a mannequin again. She went on doing a good job of giving me a nice shave.

"I know you." Pelumi's smile grew. "You're that promise guy." I think my face was already red from the hot towel. At least I hoped so. I raised my finger to my lips and formed the international quiet symbol. "You're the promise guy," she repeated in a whisper. I nodded my head. "Can I get an autograph?" she asked. I rolled my eyes. Shade thought the whole thing was hilarious. Pelumi didn't wait for an answer, she grabbed a marker and I ended up signing her blow dryer. It was my first autograph, and hopefully my last. I am not a celebrity for goodness sake.

Pelumi went to work on my hair. Large clumps of hair were falling down onto the cape she had covered me with. I felt she was touching me more than necessary. Her fingers would slide along my neck and up behind my ear. She would lightly fluff my hair as she cut, her fingers not flicking, but combing along my scalp, as she was petting me. At first I thought they were accidental. Their frequency increased and it began to feel like pre-intimacy.

Shade moved closer to me, examining the length being cut off. She absently placed her hand over mine. Like magic, Pelumi stopped the stroking. It was some kind of secret female nonverbal communication. Shade stepped back again, but Pelumi never returned to the caressing. It was strictly hair cutting from then on and I was thankful for it.

"You really have to stop flirting with every girl you meet," Shade said once we had returned to the car. I heard the officer driver clearing his throat.

"I didn't do anything to encourage her," I claimed, "I'm just happy it stopped."

"You look a lot younger without the beard, "The officer stated in the rear view mirror. I rubbed my hand along my newly shaved face. I had to admit it was nice to finally get rid of the beard. Shade ran the back of her hand softly along my jaw.

"It certainly feels a lot younger," Shade commented. The officer's eyes whipped back to the road in embarrassed reflex. The hand was an intimate gesture. It didn't seem like it affected Shade that way. She just smiled and turned her head to look out the window. My thoughts turned to Dolapo, then back to Shade and the back of her hand. I closed my eyes and tried to see Dolapo. It was hard, the image imperfect and my thoughts were muddling it up. My memory was such a weak tool.

He brought the car to the back of the Hill Point hotel, the venue for the banquet. We entered through an employee only door where a tall lady in a business skirt and white blouse greeted us.

"Welcome Mrs. Aiyeto, Mr. Akeju," the lady said confidently, "I'm Yeni Kadri, the manager. We have adjoining rooms prepared for you on the seventh floor. I think it's best we head up there to discuss the preparations. It's a madhouse out front." She didn't wait for a response as she took us to the service elevator.

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I am not Fiyah

No mind am jare my man...abeg dis just get a lot more interesting..... Shey we go get another one tomorrow

Nice story, more ink to your pen

Liking every update pls keep it coming

To Klare on your birthday...you have golden heart and I am sure God is always by your side...yes He will always. Happy birthday to you.
This Episode 26 is dedicated to you

26

"There are numerous camera crews outside," Yeni said as the elevator doors closed, "we were prepared for crowds, but this is exceeding our expectations. We have opened the two adjoining conference rooms to give you more space. It may still not be enough." She was confident, but I sensed a bit of frustration in her voice.

"I am sure it's perfect," Shade said, smiling. She wrapped her hand around mine. "We appreciate all you have done." I felt a tinge of guilt when I gave her hand a small squeeze. Her hand shouldn't feel so comfortable, it just shouldn't.

Yeni gave us each a key card, 701 for Shade and 703 for me. I followed Shade and Yeni into Shade's room. It was fairly large room with a small sitting area with four leather chairs surrounding a short, round coffee table. There was a bucket containing ice with and a bottle of what looked like champagne nestled inside.

"From the first lady," Yeni said, pointing at the champagne. We each took a leather seat and Yeni unfolded a piece of paper she had pulled out of her skirt pocket. "The caterer is already here, they are expecting to begin serving at six. The first lady would like five minutes, if you wouldn't mind. Her chief of staff said it would be strictly in support of the City Kitchen." Yeni stopped there and looked at Shade.

"That will be fine." Shade shrugged. This was all getting bigger than we had expected.

"How long will you need?" Yeni asked Shade.
"Pardon?"

"Your speech, how long do you need?" Yeni repeated. I don't think Shade was planning on more than a thank you. I could see her thinking within herself, trying to put something together.

"You can tell them about Richard, how it all started," I said helpfully, "'I Need An Angel' and the number of people that get fed. They might as well know what it means to you." Shade smiled at me.

"Five minutes would be fine," Shade answered with confidence.

"And you Mr. Akeju?" Yeni looked at me and I looked at Shade.

"I am just here to support Shade," I said, "I wasn't planning on saying anything."

Yeni gave a small grunt of surprise. "You're going to disappoint a lot of people," Yeni said with a condescending tone. "A lot of people are expecting a song." I looked between Yeni's grim expression and Shade's suppressed grin.

"I guess I could say a few words. Maybe talk about the people I met and how the kitchen helps them." I was thinking about Fabio. "I could come up with a few minutes."

Yeni scribbled something down on her paper and looked back up to Shade. "I spoke with a Femi Adeshina and he told me about 'I Need An Angel.' We are prepared to play it when the buffet opens if you like."

"That would be wonderful. Thank you, Yeni." Shade looked very pleased and I thought it would be a wonderful addition. Everything seemed to have a nice flow to it. Shade could explain 'I Need An Angel's' significance and it would lead right into it getting played. The only thing that could disturb that flow would be me saying a few words.

"I think 'I Need An Angel' should come right after Shade's speech, you know, right after she explains its meaning," I offered.

"That makes sense," Yeni agreed, "but when would you speak." I wouldn't, I thought. I threw that wonderful thought away.
"Maybe during dinner I could say a few words." Maybe everyone would forget I exist by then. If not, I could just give everyone a great big thank you. Short and sweet. Shade laughed. She knew exactly what I was thinking. Dolapo would have really liked her.

"I think they are expecting more than a thank you," Shade said. She knew me as well as I knew myself. It was unsettling to hear her dissecting my thoughts.


"I can talk about Fabio and Jummai," I offered, "how much it all means to them. How much it means to me that they have food though homeless." It was off the top of my head, but would be easy to talk about.

"Perfect," Shade said, her face going compassionate, "they need to know why they are donating and I can't think of a better way." I smiled. It wasn't a smile I could control. Pleasing Shade was becoming important.

"I'll make sure everything is set, and someone will come to get you around 5:30," Yeni said, "sure you won't sing?"

"I haven't prepared anything," I said with a sorrowful shrug. Yeni left, promising the night will go smoothly as possible. Her confidence left us feeling pretty good about the event.

"I'm sorry you had to come out of hiding," Shade said once we were alone.

"You are worth it." I meant to say the City Kitchen was worth it. My mouth was moving faster than my brain. I stood quickly and headed for the door, "I'm going to get cleaned up," I said as an excuse. I didn't want to look back, my hormones are raging again. It took a few deep breaths behind the closed door of my room to calm myself. I sat on the bed and stared at the wall, wondering how Shade mixed with all my guilt. I closed my eyes and fell back on the bed. I lay there until there was a knock on the door. It was 5:30.

I met Shade in the hall. She looked at me with kind eyes. The kind that didn't look away from the shame I was feeling. The kind that begged to share the guilt. Those kinds of kind eyes. She held out her hand and I took it. This time she pulled me close as we headed toward the elevator. She raised on her tip toes.

"You're worth it too," Shade whispered in my ear. I didn't feel like I was. I lightly kissed her forehead for the thought. She leaned into my shoulder and we rode the elevator down, more comfortable than I deserved.

The elevator opened on the first floor to a row of police officers their uniforms. A smiling official escort. The whole thing was way out of proportion. We entered the huge banquet hall to a round of applause. Shade took it gracefully; I cringed. She turned to me, smiled and mouthed "thank you." The place was packed. Every table was full and many were standing along the walls. There were three buffet lines and we walked along the one in the centre, toward the stage. I saw Tony Bakare looking good in his dress with his wife on his arm. I felt ridiculous, but I stepped over to him as we passed and shook his hand. He had done a lot and at least my thanks were in order.

"This is my wife, Rebecca," Tony introduced his overly excited wife. I still didn't understand what women expected from my unexpected fame. More than I obviously knew how to deliver.

"It's wonderful to meet you," I said holding out my hand. Rebecca laughed and gave me bear hug. A cheer arose and suddenly I had to shake everyone's hand all the way to the stage. I also had to endure a few more hugs. I was feeling trepidations when I arrived at the stage. Shade stood waiting, obviously enjoying my embarrassment.

I went to stand next to Shade, just to the right of the podium. I turned to see a sea of people, all out of their chairs. The police officers made up half the attendees. In the middle, off to the left, there were two tables filled with my ex-coworkers and my good friend and boss, Mofe Alege. Some of them waving. Out of habit, I waved back. There were more cheers and I thought 'screw it' and waved to everyone. Up front, I noticed Femi with his cameraman filming it all. My smile felt fake, it was hard to leave it on my face. I would never make a good politician.
I saw the first lady make her way onto the stage. Her smile looked real as she approached Shade and me. She shook my hand gracefully. I was being used, but it was worth it if it helped the City Kitchen. He moved over to Shade and kind of pulled her closer to me when he shook her hand.

"I understand Kunle Sanda is causing you some grief," the first lady said just loud enough for only the two of us to hear, "let's see if we can put an end to that." She winked at us. Both Shade and I lit up with large, honest grins. I am sure it played well for the camera and made the first lady look good. I had no problem paying the price. Shade just loved the support. The first lady took the podium.

"It looks like half the city is here," the first lady yelled when she reached the microphone. The crowd cheered and the applause continued until the first lady asked it to stop with her hands. "Do you know what makes this State great?" She paused for effect, then answered her own question while pointing at Shade, "it's people like Shade Aiyeto. The City Kitchen provides a safety net for all those wonderful souls who fall through the cracks of our great society. She doesn't do it with tax evasion or by demanding concessions. She is there every day unselfishly giving of herself with one mission in mind." The first lady dramatically cast her eyes across the crowd. She was a speaker and really good at it. Her husband, the Governor was always depending on her during electioneering campaigns to make speeches. "No one leaves the City Kitchen hungry," she said it with gusto and pounded her fist on podium. The crowd ate it up. The applause was deafening and Shade looked awfully cute in her ebony skin. I didn't need to fake my smile any more. I was proud standing next to her.

"Our proud police officers know this. I see most of them right here." The first lady cast her arm across the crowd to more hefty applause. "I see it in all your eyes as you open your wallets to support the City Kitchen. I am proud to be among you, to call you fellow citizens. I want you to know my husband, his excellency, the executive Governor of this State and I stand with you. As long as I am first lady, the initiative Shade Aiyeto and her late husband created will stand strong right where it is. No one will interfere with the support it provides." The crowd went nuts again. I am not sure how many in the crowd knew what was going on, but the first lady just shut down High Chief Kunle Sanda, on the record.
"I would like to introduce you to the driving force behind the City Kitchen," the First lady said, still in her excited speaking voice, "a role model for us all, Shade Aiyeto." I smiled at her as she headed to the podium and once again shook the first lady’s hand. The first lady spent a few seconds patting my shoulder and smiling with me as she exited the stage. At least my fame had bought Shade a strong defender.

Shade was a competent speaker. Not the vibrant play to the crowd type like the first lady, but she was confident. She spoke about how she and Richard started the kitchen. At the time it was mostly Richard driving the dream. How it became her dream as well. The crowd became quiet as she mentioned Richard's passing and her promise to make sure the kitchen continued. She spoke well of the progress and future of the kitchen.

"I have kept one tradition as a tribute to my late husband," Shade said calmly, "every day at 4:00 a song is played. It was his favorite and substitutes for our dinner bell when he died. We will play it now to open the buffet." The silence permeated the room as we waited for the music to start. It didn't come and Shade started looking around anxiously. I saw Yeni moving quickly to the stage with a worried look on her face. I happened to glance down at the Femi. He was smiling, an awfully sneaky smile. There was a gleam in his eye. I knew then; he had set me up.

My heart started pounding and I closed my eyes. There were way too many people here. I heard Yeni whispering something about a missing flash drive to Shade. 'I Need An Angel' was a bit too tough for me because of the richness of the voice of Rueben Studdard. I knew the words; I've heard them every day for months. The tune had melted into my brain long ago. If I could just slow it down, sing it at my pace. I tried to pull Dolapo together in my mind. I could always sing to her. The images were fleeting, my weak memory failing. My hands began to shake as I opened my eyes to a bewildered crowd. I turned toward Shade. She was flustered and confused when she looked at me. Her eyes met mine and her face shifted to concern.

I sang. I sang to her...

[b]I've run out of answers I've run out of time
And I'm so confused that I'm loosin my mind
Its gonna take a miracle to help me this time
I'm traveling a road that has not one sign Help me...
Have mercy on me... Set my soul free...
And let the bell in my heart ring.... Oooo
This is my cry, hey, this is my plea, ya see

[Chorus:]
I need an angel,
I'm callin an angel, send me an angel down [2x's]

I'm carryin a load that's too heavy for me
Have nowhere to go so I'm down on my knee
I'm tryin to see the forest but there's this one tree
Can't understand why I'm sinking so deep
Help me (Help Me Help Me) have mercy on me (Wont you have mercy on me)
Set my soul free, and let the bell in my heart ring
This is my cry, this is my plea

[Chorus:]
I need an angel (I need an angel)
I'm calling an angel, send me an angel (Send it on down)
Here Me Now I need an angel (I need an angel)

I'm calling an angel, send me an angel (Send it on down)
Oooh something inside me telling me the morning will come (Morning will Come) Yes it will
Oooh sometimes it's hard to face the truth so we run (We Run)
God if you care at all please don't let me fall by the wayside (Oh No)
Please be my guide, would you light my path...
Take Me, Shape Me, Mold Me, Change Me, Teach Me, Fill Me, Save Me

I need an angel (I need an angel) I'm calling an angel, send me an angel (Send it on down)
I need an angel (I need an angel) I'm calling an angel, send me an angel (Send it on down)
I know it's gotta be some kinda angel out there for me Send a angel down right now
Send a angel down right now[/b]

The words just flowed as I memorized every facet of Shade's face. I saw her eyes swell, a tear run down her cheek. I sang the song at my pace. Our pace. Shade held my eyes and I drew confidence from her and sang stronger. She took a step toward me as I came to the end. When I finished, she jumped into my arms and I didn't want her anywhere else. I turned her face away from the crowd so they wouldn't see her tears. They saw mine instead. The applause was deafening.

I pulled away slightly when my heart began to slow. My mouth moved as fast at my guilt, "I love Dolapo." I don't know what I expected, but a smile wasn't it. Shade raised her mouth to my ear and whispered.

"And I'll always love Richard." Shade kissed my cheek softly and slowly separated from me, her hands following my arms down until she was holding both my hands. "We have guests to thank," she said, her smile defying the tears on her cheeks. I nodded and we headed down the stage stairs and began going from table to table.

I stopped when I passed by Femi who was trying to follow me around with his cameraman. Smiling for the rest of the world, I leaned into his ear. "You're supposed to report the news, not create it." He laughed and handed me the missing flash drive.
"I didn't report everything Fabio told me," Femi said conspiratorially, "consider it payment for keeping my pen quiet." I thought about it. He was slime, but a compassionate one.

We spent the rest of the buffet thanking the hundreds of people who showed up. We thanked the first lady for her speech and she made sure Femi got a good shot of her with us. I have no idea how it would play with everyone else, I just know her husband had my vote next election.

I was never any good at accepting public praise. The constant comments about my singing were embarrassing me. I was lucky Shade was there to shield some of the praise. She had a way of allowing me to accept it without having to come up with too many verbal responses beyond the occasional thank you. I just let her do most of the talking. Some of the women were a little aggressive, but Shade always seemed to slide between them and me. For some reasons, I was expected to hug closely. My clothes had absorbed a hundred perfumes by the time we finished.

The police officers were ecstatic I was coming to the Boxing event. I had no choice but to seem excited. They were here for us, so I would be there for them. I really didn't want to sing again. It just seemed to draw more unwanted attention and the stage fright was slightly debilitating. I would be there though, hopefully increasing the attendance as they had for us. They were good friends to have. I thanked detective Bakare heartily again, since he is the one who put it in motion.

I was called up to the stage once again. I had almost forgotten I would have to say a few words. Shade came up with me and I welcomed her company. The stage was a lonely place to be. I spoke briefly about the City Kitchen, about the people I met and how much the kitchen meant to them. We were one link in a support structure for those who had lost their traditional ones. I spoke of Fabio and how his warped view of life helped me endure the death of my wife. I thought about Fabio as I spoke and I wondered how much he had lost. There had to be a reason he had given up and chosen his strange freedom. I closed, pledging my support and thanking all those in attendance. The applause was warm and everyone stood up. I was uncomfortable with it and glad Shade was there with me, her hand taking hold of my fidgety one.

I felt the Femi owed me one after the stunt he pulled. There were things I needed to know. When I came down from the stage I asked him quietly for help. He said he would try. Now I owed him again.

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Thanks for the update uncut.
Love this story

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remiseyi:
in my opinion ??, captivating

enjoying it like no man's business.

Oh mine!this story whot a medal award.thank you uncutz for giving us this.we shall be expecting the next update.

uncutz:
Happy weekend friends

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Hope all is well? Uncutz!!!!!!...

Klare:

I bet it with you, he will, thats his nature

you were right, after all.