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My Son My Man- A Story by D9ty7(m): 8:56am On Oct 22, 2017 |
After more than a year away from the scene as a writer, I am pleased to announce that D9ty7 is back. The last one year has been difficult as it was a period during which I thought I have lost everything as a writer. What started as a writer's block after a brief sickness turned into a very huge problem. But thanks to friends, families, nairalanders like Kenwins, Lilyomi1, I was able to pull through. And on October 8th 2017, I relaunched my blog at www.d9ty7stories.com.ng where I intend to write from now on. And right now, stories are running on the blog. PDFs of my stories are also available on the blog and in November; the PDF version of; All in a Circle and The Murderer will be uploaded for free downloads. But right now, I'm dropping this story on Nairaland. It is running currently on the blog and update will be concurrent. It is good to be back here tho! ©D9ty7stories Presents; MY SON MY MAN; A Romance story 9 Likes 5 Shares |
Re: My Son My Man- A Story by D9ty7(m): 8:58am On Oct 22, 2017 |
ABOUT THE STORY Natasha, a victim of teenage pregnancy who was lucky enough to get her life back on track is months away from accepting her boyfriend’s marriage proposal when her baby daddy showed up. The months leading to the wedding featured fights, tears, betrayal, threats, greed and politics. Will the wedding go through? To be Updated everyday 6 Likes 2 Shares
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Re: My Son My Man- A Story by D9ty7(m): 9:02am On Oct 22, 2017 |
PROLOGUE The taxi slowed down and came to a halt in front of a big black gate located at the end of Anthony street inside Ozone estate. A dark skinned man who could not be less than twenty five and more than twenty seven years stepped out of the back seat with a small bag pack hung across his shoulder. He stood for a little over a minute staring at the black gate. Nothing much has changed. He thought. The fence is still painted white and on the fence was an inscription; JESUS IS LORD, written, carved and painted in mixed colors. On the gate was a carving of Jesus Christ on the cross and the big message box still stood next to the bell. It’s been five years since he left the house and Lagos state in general. Though as a young boy in his early twenties and a domestic staff of the house. “Oga! You are keeping me waiting.” The cabman shouted, bringing him out of his reverie. “Abeg! No vex.” He quickly apologized as he brought out his wallet to pay. A white Nissan Murano approached from the direction of the estate’s first gate, only the sound of the horn attracted both the cabman and his passenger who moved the cab forward a little bit to create a passage for the car who wants to enter the through the black gate. “Joel!” A familiar voice called out from inside the Murano Jeep as the driver’s side window came down. Joel stood star-strucked as he stared back at the lady behind the wheels. “Tasha?” Joel exclaimed, more like asking; is this you? “What are you doing here?” She asked. By now, the gate has swung open. “Aunty, welcome ma.” The gateman greeted. “I’m just entering Lagos for some business….” Joel was saying when she sped into the compound like a crazy driver. The gate was shut immediately. “Tasha! Natasha!” Joel called to no avail. The cabman as if he just realized his potential engaged his gear and made a swift U-turn. “Oga! My change.” But it was too late. “I thought you said you hated change?” The man mocked him as he sped off. Joel stood in confusion. First, Natasha sped in on him when he least expected and now the cabman who obviously has something against him did the same thing. All because he repeatedly told him he hated the present government whose slogan is CHANGE. Does that mean he hated everything change? Now he has lost five hundred naira because of politics. “What do I do now?” He thought. ——– Inside Doctor Ayeni’s living room, the fourty five year old medical doctor was seated beside his beautiful wife, Angela when his wife’s sister, Natasha walked in angrily. Breathing heavily with a four year old boy running after her. “Philip darling.” Angela greeted. “Big mummy!” The little boy ran up to hug his Aunt. “How was school today?” She asked. “Fine. One of my friends celebrated his birthday today and there was a lot to eat and drink.” “Don’t worry, your birthday is coming very soon.” Angela said to the little boy. “Phil, go in and let Charity freshen you up.” Natasha said to the little boy who reluctantly left his Aunt’s arms to follow the maid, Charity. “And my bag too.” Natasha handed over her bag to the twenty year old young lady. Once Philip and Charity were out of the living room, Natasha broke the ice. “I saw Joel.” Doctor Ayeni who has ignored all the activities in his living room so far took his eyes away from the television. “I ran into him outside the gate.” Natasha replied. “Which gate?” Doctor Ayeni asked. “Our gate.” Natasha answered. Doctor Ayeni fell into a deep trance, even though he was shocked with the news, he knew a day like this would come sooner or later, but why after five years? “What is going to happen now?” Natasha asked. “Cos I’m scared o.” Angela stood up and walked up to her younger sister. She enveloped her in a tight hug before leading her inside. Doctor Ayeni was left all alone inside the living room. All of a sudden, everything made no sense to him. He was confused and tensed at the same time. He picked up his phone and dialed a number. “Hello Jose.” “The Doc.” His friend, Jose’s voice came on. “There is a problem o.” Ayeni said. “What problem? Nothing is a problem to the Doc.” Jose replied. “Where are you?” “I’m about rounding up from work. Meet me at Sunshine bar in an hours time.” Jose replied. Immediately the line disconnected, Ayeni stood up, walked towards the mini bar inside the living room, grabbed his car keys and sauntered out of the house. INSIDE TORI’S BRIDAL PALACE When you want to make a list of eligible bachelors in the whole of Lagos state, you can’t go beyond number five before you include the names; Raheem Badmus and Raymond Jones. Aside from being the sons of former governors, they are also two of the richest young men below thirty. At twenty nine, being a former employee at Chevron oil, the two young men resigned from their jobs to establish a business of their own. And after making millions from being staffs of Chevron for five years, a year into their own oil and gas company, they are a little bit short of being worth billions respectively. But collectively, they are worth billions. Today, the two men are shopping at Tori’s bridal palace, the number wedding shop in Lagos owned by a certain Victoria who has been responsible for organizing a number of top socialites’ wedding. At Tori’s palace, you could get the best if cakes, wedding dresses, decoration, event planning and of course engagement and wedding rings. Raymond is going to propose to his long time girlfriend and Raheem is helping him shop for the best wedding ring. “You know I’ve always been a fan of Diamond.” Raymond reminded his friend who has been admiring a set of gold rings. “As if I don’t know.”Raheem replied with a chuckle.” I’m admiring these cos I may be needing one soon.” “You don’t wear rings the last I checked and you can’t propose to yourself the last I checked.” Raymond mocked. “Just watch me.” Raheem replied. “See the big fishes we have in our small shop today.” A familiar voice said excitedly. The two young men turned to see Victoria, the CEO of Tori’s palace approaching them. “I thought you said she is not around?” Raymond asked. “I thought you don’t care if she is or not?” Raheem replied. “Good evening.” Victoria greeted the two men with a hug each. “Good evening pretty.” Raheem replied. “Wait! Which section are we in?” She asked no one in particular. “Who is getting married?” Her eyes fixed on Raheem. “Definitely not me.” Raheem quickly replied. “Raymond, is this true?” She asked. “Who is the lucky girl?” “I think Raymond is the lucky one here.” Raheem replied. “Cos Tasha is too special and every man will be lucky to have her.” “Natasha?” Tori asked. “Yeah, my man is proposing to Tasha live and direct.” “Good for you. And I’m very happy for you.” Tori replied. “Enjoy your shopping, I have to go.” Without waiting for their response, she tore off immediately. To be continued Visit www.d9ty7stories.com.ng for more 3 Likes 1 Share |
Re: My Son My Man- A Story by D9ty7(m): 9:04am On Oct 22, 2017 |
Chapter one drops within the hour |
Re: My Son My Man- A Story by Emzypaz(m): 9:14am On Oct 22, 2017 |
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Re: My Son My Man- A Story by Fshalom7(f): 5:45pm On Oct 22, 2017 |
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Re: My Son My Man- A Story by D9ty7(m): 6:34pm On Oct 22, 2017 |
CHAPTER 1 FLASHBACK: FEBRUARY 10 2012 A younger Joel stood next to a water pump as he tried to attach the end of a hose-pipe to it. The more he made efforts, the more futile they became, because the tip of the hose has widened to the extent that the tip of the pump slides in and out easily. I need a rope to tighten this thing. He thought as he made to leave the garden. “Joel, where are you going?” A younger Natasha asked from the kitchen window. “The store to get rope. The hose is bigger than the pump.” He replied. “The hose has outlived its purpose. You should get a new one instead.” She advised. “Wait for me.” A minute later, a young dark skinned beauty was approaching the garden. At twenty, Natasha has grown into a beauty that every man wants to have. In the neighborhood, in church, in school. “Stop staring at me that way. It makes me uncomfortable.” She said shyly. Joel smiled. “I’m sorry. But we are not supposed to be seen together.” He said, more like a reminder. “Uncle is not around and Aunty is sleeping inside.” Natasha replied. “Yeh! Madam dey house? When did she return?” “Calm down. Aunty Angela has not stepped out of this house today. And you have nothing to be scared about.” Natasha said reassuringly. Joel took a deep breath as he reached out for her hands. “How I wish….” His voice trailed off. “Wish what, what else, you do, do t? She asked.” Don’t start being emotional right now. It doesn’t matter if you are rich or not, the most important thing is the love we have for each other. “ ” But we both know I am disadvantaged right now. You are responsible for my feeding, shelter and everything. I owe everything I have to your family. “ Natasha who was on the verge of bursting into tears dragged Joel into one of the shades inside the garden.” Listen, this is not my family. My parents are average. But my sister married a rich man and still this is directly not my family. “She explained.” And remember what I always tell you, a lot of people will succeed through a million means. Some will hit it once, others will serve to get to the top. Joel, you are serving to reach the top and nothing is going to stop you. “ Joel stared deeply into her eyes as they became misty and overwhelmed with emotion. He wouldn’t want anything less than giving her a hug. “I love you.” He said. “I love you more.” She replied. The atmosphere was getting tensed and it is only in a matter of time before either of them closed in on the gap between them and they’ll kiss. In a secluded setting, Joel would have let things take their course, but out here in the garden, directly being overlooked by the kitchen, they are at risk of being seen by someone. Even if Tasha’s sister is asleep, the maid is very much in the house. “Let me go and get the hose from the store.” He pulled back. There was a bit of disappointment on Tasha’s face, as she made a weak attempt at covering it. “You want to leave me here?” She asked. “I’ll be back in a minute.” Joel replied. “I’ll come to your room this evening.” She said to his retreating figure. Having lived in Lagos as an apprentice to a building material trader, he left his apprenticeship to make money, even though on a temporary basis. He came to the Ayeni’s household nine months ago and even though he is not sure where he stands with Doctor Ayeni who pays little or no attention to his existence except to criticize his gardening skills, he is a bit in the balance with his wife who is sometimes like a mother to him and other times hostile like a barren witch. Hence, he always tried to stay out of trouble. So far he has succeeded in staying away from trouble with nothing to fear, but since Natasha miraculously fell in love with him, he is always scared of something; the unknown. He knew it is a case of a ticking time bomb, and it is only in a matter of time before he is caught and the result will be a loss of job. “Joel.” He froze as he stared at his madam who was looking at him suspiciously. If only he waited for another thirty seconds, she would have met him with her younger sister. He heaved a sigh of relief. “Where have you been? I’ve searched for you everywhere.” “Sorry ma, I was working in the garden.” He replied. Mrs Ayeni stared at him for a while before stretching her hand with a white envelope to him. She urged him to collect the envelope which he did, but the look on his face said it all. It’s still the beginning of the month, so this couldn’t be my salary. Could it be a sack letter? Why would they write a letter to sack me when they can just say it. He opened the envelope to see a card with the inscription; Joint Admission and Matriculation Examination. “That’s jamb e-registration scratch card.” She said. “I don’t understand ma…” “You are furthering your education. You cannot waste your brilliance cutting grass and flowers here.” Mrs Ayeni replied. “My husband and I have decided to send you to the University.” Joel went down flat. “Thank you very much ma. I really appreciate it and nothing will make me forget this day and gesture.” He showered. “Your children will find favors wherever they are.” He continued. “Amen, come on get back on your feet.” He stood up all smiles as he admired the scratch card. I pray this shouldn’t be a dream. He thought. “But what about my job?” He asked. “We will get a new gardener, but your basic salary will still be paid every month as your allowance in school. And every time you are home on holidays, you will be the Chief gardner.” Mrs Ayeni explained. “Have you seen Tasha? Go and change your clothes, so she will take you to a registration center.” “No ma, I’ve not seen her.” The response came as a reflex. ******* Later in evening, the Ayenis sat at the dining table with Doctor Ayeni himself occupying the single chair to the north of the table, his wife sat on his right to the east and Natasha sat to on his left. The two other chairs on each side of Natasha and her sister were left empty as their occupants are away at school. “The water should be hot by now, Tasha get the water from the kitchen.” Angela said to her kid sister who stood up immediately. “Easy Tasha.” Doctor Ayeni cautioned. Once the young lady has gone into the kitchen he faced his wife. “Why did you have to send her?” “I don’t understand, send who?” Angela replied. “Why did you send Tasha to the kitchen when someone has been employed to do errands like this.” “She is my sister and her being here is a training….” She stopped talking immediately Tasha came back. As the young lady approached the table, she missed her steps and tripped over, turning the bowl of water over the table, including everything on it. “Silly girl. Common bowl of water you cannot successfully bring from the kitchen. Tell me, what exactly are you good for?” Angela who was already on her feet ready to pounce. “Take it easy Angel. Please, take it easy.” Doctor Ayeni pleaded. “I’m sorry.” Tasha who was already on her knees cried. “I missed my steps.” “Why won’t you miss your step…? Angela wanted to continue, but her husband cut her short. ” Tasha, go into your room please. You can go back into the kitchen to fix another meal for yourself or just prepare cereals. “He faced his sister in law. ” No, you must not touch my foodstuffs or anything. And who will clean up this place? Angela asked. ” We have a maid, remember? “ ” No, Ekaette was not feeling too well, so I let her take the rest of the evening off. ” Angela replied. “Don’t worry, I will do it.” Angela stared at her husband for a while, probably thinking of what to make of the situation and how to handle it, seeing that she felt nothing but rage, she stood up. “Goodnight.” And walked out of the dining area. Four days later; Valentines day Joel took a much bigger risk when he left home early in the morning of valentine’s day and took a trip to the University of Lagos where Tasha is a student. When he left home, everybody thought he was going to the UTME tutorial after all, it is less than a month to the exam. But here he was stepping in through the first gate of the institution. The risk is not in coming to see Tasha in school, but being seen with her and the chanced of that is very high. He was told and he confirmed that a lot of their church members work in the school and they all knew him as the gardener. Seeing him with her will raise eyebrows. Even though he an always lie his way out of it, but the biggest risk yet is the fact that Doctor Ayeni is a staff of the Teaching hospital. He stopped a cab heading towards the Faculty of Social sciences, department of Economics where Tasha is a student. Five minutes later, the cab stopped in front of the department. I pray she is in class today. He thought. “Joel!” He heaved a sigh of relief at the sound of her voice. Clad in a red sleaveless gown which stopped at her knees and a white jacket coupled with a red and white handbags. In the spirit of valentine. “What are you doing here?” She asked. “Celebrating valentine’s day with you.” He replied. “You look good.” Tasha complimented. “You look hot.” He replied. Tasha led him under a shed outside the lecture rooms and they got talking. “Tashy baby, time is running.” A voice called from inside the class. “I’m sorry Tara, something came up, I won’t be coming with you anymore. Maybe I will come for the evening party.” She replied. “Evening party?” Joel asked. “Don’t you think it is risky?” He asked. “Do you want me to go or not?” “It is necessary to have fun every once in a while.” He replied. “Go have fun.” The love birds continued chatting away happily. Suddenly, Tasha was horror-struck. “Joel, run.” She said. “Why?” A surprised Joel asked. “Doctor Ayeni is here.” She replied. “Oga is here? What is he doing here?” Joel took a moment to look back and immediate saw his boss Toyota Camry, he stood up at once and bolted, taking another route. He finally stopped after running and walking for five minutes. But what is Oga doing here? Shebi he traveled yesterday. He thought. Valentines day gone bad. He concluded. Two months later UTME has come and gone. With a aggregate score of 248, Joel is qualified to proceed with obtaining the post UTME form of any tertiary institution of his choice. By passing the pass benchmark of 200, he is able to apply for any University, but not every course. But with 245, he is able to apply for most of the courses with an exception to exceptional courses like Medicine and surgery, Engineering, Law to mention a few. Just last week, UNILAG, LASU, OAU released their post UTME forms and having picked UNILAG as first choice and LASU as second choice, he is set to obtain the two forms to give him options of plans A and B. “Jo Jo.” A feminine voice called. He need no soothsayer to tell him who was calling him because it is only Ekaette, the house help who calls him ‘Jo Jo. “ ” Ekaette how far? “He asked once the young lady stepped into the light under the shed. “I dey, Oga dey call you. ” She replied. Why would Oga be calling me by this time of the night? 10pm! “Are you done inside for the night?” Joel asked. “Yes o! I’m done and my three weeks break starts tomorrow. I dey go my village.” The young lady said excitedly. “I’ll be back soon.” With this Joel left the shed,walking on the pathway in between lawns of flowers. “Joel!” He couldn’t remember last time she called him by his name. He turned to face Ekaette. “What they have for you inside is not good. Please don’t go.” She advised. “What do you mean?” Joel asked, confusion writing all over his face. “I can’t tell you, but please don’t go.” “As if I have gotten a better paying job at Chevron.” He joked. “This is my source of livelihood.” “Then leave.” Ekaette replied bluntly. “Leave to where?” Joel asked, still confused. “Pack your things and leave.” Joel ignored her and went inside the house to meet his employers who sat in the living room, none of them smiling. And the worst part of the mood inside the living room was Natasha whose face was soaked with tears as she knelt down. “You stupid boy.” Mrs Angela Ayeni stood up, grabbed a small flower vase which stood on the side stool and flung it at Joel who saw it late. The vase hit him on the head. He lost his balance as he fell on the tiled floor. “Oh my God!” Natasha sprang up from where she was and tried to catch him, but she was slow. “Useless girl, you still have the time to care for him. After he destroyed your life.” Angela asked, this time directing the question at Natasha. She advanced towards the two of them and without warning, dragged Tasha with her hair away from a near unconscious Joel. She dragged the young lady all over the living room. Doctor Ayeni sat unmoved as he battled with his thoughts. To be continued Visit; www.d9ty7stories.com.ng for more 2 Likes |
Re: My Son My Man- A Story by D9ty7(m): 6:43pm On Oct 22, 2017 |
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CHAPTER 2 Present day Natasha drove into the designated parking lot for parents inside the premises of Best Brains Academy. One of the best elementary schools in Lagos state and the South west in general. A school where excellence is the watchword and laziness is considered abominable. Both the students and teachers are up to the task of what is expected of them, punctuality, being attentive in class, taking time out to meticulously bring every student up to speed with whatever is being taught. Preparing the students for various competitions outside the school and the students taking first position everytime they compete. The parents are not left out either as they also have a role to play. Timely payment of school fee, ensuring their wards do homeworks, punctual and regular at school and reporting any misbehavior as soon as they notice. Natasha stepped down as she made her way up towards the principal’s office located on the top floor of the administrative block. “Good morning Madam.” The secretary to the principal greeted with a smile. “Good morning, how are you?” Natasha asked. “I’m fine ma.” The young lady replied. “How is family?” As if she was waiting for her to be asked about family. The lady reached for her drawer and pulled out an envelope. “I am specially inviting you to my wedding.” She said with a huge grin. Natasha smiled. “Oh! Who is the lucky guy?” “His name is David, he works at the House of assembly.” The excited young lady replied. Natasha still doesn’t understand the reason behind the joy and happiness people feel when they are getting married. Maybe she needs someone to propose to her to understand the feeling. “Is the Principal on seat?” She asked. “Yes ma’am.” Enough of the pleasantries and playing around. “Okay.” With this, Natasha walked into the principal office which she has become so familiar with. Forty minutes later, she re-emerged with a sad face like she does everytime she visits the principal. “Alright Madam, have a nice day.” The secretary said. “Thank you. And happy married life in advance.” Natasha replied as she exited the block. She slowly walked down to the parking lot, got into her car and backed out of the school compound. Just before she could join the main road, her ringing phone caught her attention. It was Raymond. “Hello Darling.” His husky voice came through. “Hello, good morning.” She replied. “How many times are you going to say good morning?” He joked in reference having called her earlier in the day. “How did it go with the principal?” He asked. “As usual. Philip causing trouble everywhere. Yesterday he set a pin on one of his classmates seat. Thank God the others quickly reported, I don’t know what case we will be fighting now.” She explained as a tear dropped. “I’m tired of Philip, seriously.” This time she couldn’t hold the tears. “Shhhhh! Don’t say that. He is your son. It is your duty to make him realize his actions are not making you happy.” Raymond replied. “It’s like you don’t get it? The principal threatened to expel him the next time he misbehaves.” Natasha explained. “Is it that bad?” Raymond asked. “It is more than you think.” The line fe silent from the other end for a little over ten seconds before Raymond spoke up. “I don’t believe that Principal. The boy is only five years old and he is too small to do the things they are accusing him of. Personally from experience, I had the same problem with my teachers, but the moment dad started sending them bribes every week, they let me off and I became a good boy. They always paint rich kids as bad cos they know the parent will want to stay away from scandals. ” He explained. “Are you sure?”She asked. If there is one thing she needed at the moment, it is someone telling her her son is not as notorious as people think. And the person must be an important part of her. A category Raymond fits in perfectly, because all things being equal, he may end up being her son’s step-dad. “I am very sure.” He replied. “Okay, let me ask you. Is Philip a bad boy at home? Does he cause troubles at home?” “No. But I think that’s because there are no small children he could do that to.” “When you are a troublemaker, you make trouble anywhere even when you are alone.” Raymond replied. “Don’t mind those teachers. And if things continue this way we will change his school at the end of the session.” After the call Natasha heaved a sigh of relief. Afterall, her son is not as bad as his teachers paint him. She switched on the ignition of the car, engaged the gear into a ‘D’ as she drove off. But not without hissing in disgust at the school. She had to rush down from work to see the principal on a Monday morning. What a way to start a new week. Even though she thinks the day will not be any better, she now has a reason to smile because Raymond has invited her to dinner with his parents. How much she loved meeting his Parents, especially his mum. —————— THE TIME IS 4:30PM and Natasha just shut down her computer preparing to head home to prepare for her dinner with the former first family of Lagos state. She is a Deputy director at a leading advertising agency in Lagos. From billboard adverts to posters and social media, the agency is on the front foot in all. Political campaign, wedding invitation, product advertising and many more are the areas of specialization. Government parastatals, corporate bodies, individuals and NGOs make up the list of their clients and their take home at the close of business everyday is running into millions. A publicly traded company, and the only advertising agency that is publicly traded in the whole of Africa. “Goodnight Madam.” The security man greeted. As usual she tipped him with five hundred naira as the man excitedly raced towards the gate. The sight of a man in his fifties running amused her as she chuckled loudly. As she rummaged her bag for the car key, her phone started ringing. Who is calling again? Can’t I have peace? She thought aloud. “Hello bestie.” Her best friend’s voice came on. “The latest bride in town.” Natasha replied, by now she has gotten into her car. “Na me be that o.” “Don’t tell me you are in Lagos?” Natasha asked. “Tasha baby, I arrived two hours ago.” Her best friend replied. “And did you even check the date at all?” “We are shopping this evening?” She asked. “Yes o. And you know I can’t drive in Lagos. So we will be using your car.” Her friend replied. “Well, you will buy me fuel.” Tasha joked. “Mumu! My fiancé works at Shells petroleum.” “Olodo! I thought he works at Forte oil. Pump attendant.” Natasha replied laughing. “You are mad. Just drive your big ass down here immediately.” Natasha smiled as she drove out of the compound. She is happy because her bestie is in town ahead of her wedding in a month’s time. Giving her the opportunity to have fun with the other girls. ——— The time is 7pm and the Williams have all converged at the dining area awaiting the arrival of Raymond Williams, the only son of the family. Seated already at the table was High Chief Tubi Williams, a one time governor of Lagos state, a sixty five year old former senator of the Federal Republic, his wife Chief Mrs Williams, a sixty year old National president of the women wing of the ruling political party and their daughter, Agnes, a twenty six year old mother of one married to the son of a former President. The Williams are a political family with every aspect of their lives involving a political script or move. Agnes’ marriage to her husband is just Chief Williams way of showing appreciation to the President for supporting his candidacy. The Williams are a family who hace the Nigerian politics to thank for everything they have achieved especially in terms of wealth. “Good evening Mum, dad.” Raymond greeted as he walked into the living room. He proceeded into the dunning room where he hugged his mother and shook hands with his father. “Hey Aggy.” He said to his younger sister. “Wadup Ray?” She replied. “I’m cool, how’s your husband and my nephew?” Raymond asked. “They are both fine.” Agnes replied. “And when will Natasha be here, I really want to meet her.” “How did you know her name?” Raymond asked as he settled down beside his father. “How did I know your girlfriend’s name? In a family where we are not more than four. Have you forgotten we don’t keep secrets around here?” Fifteen minutes later, “Son, call your woman, she is keeping us waiting.” High Chief Williams who has been unusually quiet spoke up. As if waiting for his father’s command, Raymond grabbed his phone and excused himself. He came back few minutes later wearing a disappointed look. “She is not going to make it.” He announced. “Why? Is she okay?” His mother in her usual manner asked. “She left work late plus the traffic.” He explained. “Well, let’s not feel disappointed. There is always a second time.” Chief Williams spoke up. “We can still have a successful dinner here within ourselves.” Agnes stood up immediately and started serving the meal for everybody. “Just give me water.” Chief Williams said. Ten minutes into the meal, he cleared his throat and began. “The reason for calling this dinner initially is to make some announcements concerning our about to be big family. We all know Agnes remains a member of this family regardless of her married status. She has a new surname but she is still my daughter and so is her husband and her son the children they will be having. My prince, Raymond is the legacy of this family and his family is a continuation of what I started. “He paused to know if he has their attention.” For some reasons, I have decided not to recontest for a seat in the Senate next year or any political office, but the ticket still fell in my caucus and a lot of my political friends suggested that I support Raymond to become the next senator representing our district. I have spoken with your mother about it and she seems cool with it. But we all know one person doesn’t make a family. So I want to hear from Agnes and of course the man himself. Unfortunately your wife to be will not be able make an input, but I believe you will speak her mind. “ Venue: Tori’s place “Welcome to Tori’s place. I hope you have a nice time.” The security at the door said with a smile as Natasha and her friends walked in. They have come to shop for their friend; Audrey’s wedding and together with three other girls who make up the bridal train, Natasha had drove them to the leading bridal supermarket. “Look at those shoes.” Aminah one of the girls called the attention of the other girls to a beautiful pair of shoes displaying on a giant HD screen. “It’ll so much fit the bride.” “No Aminah, we are shopping for lingeries and some wedding night swoop poosh first. We are coming back for the shoes.” Leticia, another of the girls replied. And this earned her a ‘hi-five’ from Audrey. “Which is the way? There should be a guide or something here.” Audrey complained. “Follow my lead.” Tasha replied as she led the pack into each of the sections and departments. Shoes, bags, underwears, perfumes were bought. And three hours later, they decided to call it a day. Natasha led the girls to the counter where everything was assembled and priced. “I hope you have a working POS machine?” Audrey asked, remembering her last experience at a Nigerian eatery. She had finished having breakfast at a small eatery in her estate and decided to pay with her debit card only for the Point of sales machine to stop working at that instant. It was so embarrassing that she had to walk a long distance to an ATM where she made cash withdrawals. “Nigeria has really advanced beyond that.” Aminah replied. They all knew about the story. “Wait girls, how many Michael Kors bag did you buy?” It was Natasha’s turn to ask. “Four for all of you in the bridal train.” Audrey replied. “Right. But what about Rachel? That she won’t be in the country early enough to join the bridal train doesn’t mean we shouldn’t include her.” Natasha explained. “You have a point.” Leticia said. “I suggest we go get her stuffs too.” “Tasha, you stay here and settle the bills.” Audrey handed her card to her bestfriend. “The usual four digits?” Natasha asked. “Yup.” Audrey replied in affirmation. “Let me see if I can steal a little something from your account.” She joked as her friends went back to get a few more things. “Savings or current account ma?” The female attendant in charge of the point of sale machine asked. “Savings.” Tasha replied. Just then she caught a sight of her. The CEO of the shopping mall. “Your pin?” The machine was turned to face her and slowly she typed in the four digits pin. Victoria Alex is a twenty seven year old successful business woman. Her main source of income is the Tori’s place, a go to place for every would be bride and groom to get the best of wedding rings, clothes,shoes and jeweleries. And being an event planner on the side, only the crème of the society have the clout to employ the services of Tori’s events planing. The sane way only the well to do are the only patronizers of her huge shop. Tasha had met her once, though on a professional level. Then, she had cone to renegotiate her shop’s advertising plan with the agency where Tasha worked. And even though the meeting was formal, Tasha managed to get her personal phone line as well as a promise to shop for her wedding things as well as that of all her friends. “Good evening.” Tasha greeted. “Good evening.” Tori merely acknowledged as she walked past her. Tasha who had left the counter just to meet the young lady turned back embarrassed. “I spoke with the reps at Givenchy and Michael Kors, there will be new arrivals during the week.” She told the attendant. “And by the way, where are the others?” She asked referring to the other staffs. “With the accountant.” “All of them?” Tori asked. “Yes ma’am,something came up.” The girl replied. “I’m taking it out of your salaries.” She threatened using her usual line. “Guess I’ll see you when I return?” It was more like a statement than a question. “Have a safe trip ma.” The young girl replied her boss who carried her handbag and made to leave. Tasha on the other hand has been completely ignored ,such that she started to feel invincible. “Thank you for coming to Tori’s place.” Tori said with a smile. Maybe she is not rude after all. Tasha thought. She decided to have a chat with her. “Do you remember me?” Natasha asked. “Sorry, but I meet a lot of people everyday.” And with this, she walked away. To be Continued |
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