CAPTIVES OF LUST



Funmi is a wife of a rich business mogul. She has everything going on well in her life. The appearance of Nancy on the scene threatens to sweep Funmi’s husband away and to destroy everything Funmi has labored for. She will not take this. She is prepared to go to any length to fight for what she believes is hers, including street fighting.
However, the fight goes beyond the physical, and thankfully, she soon realizes this. As for the man, he too realizes that the affair with the other lady is nothing other than an experience of captivity.



Toyin Olorunsola











The big store had assorted goods - both local and exotic. Nancy was happy she had more than enough options to make. She selected the items she had planned to buy. She must not forget the perfumes and wines.

As it was Saturday morning, the place was bristling with customers. The weather was good and was an encouraging factor to outdoor activities. There was no better time for shopping, too.

She went to the counter to pay for her items. She would be paying through the POS today. The lady that took the payments smiled
perfunctorily at her. Nancy smiled back. A small queue was already forming behind her. She took her two bags containing her purchases and
moved to the exit.

Another smile awaited her at the exit door. In addition, the security attendant touched the peak of his cap in salutation. His crisp uniform
reminded her of military officers. Nancy waved and moved on.

It was just eleven in the morning, but the sun had come out in full force. African sun is never shy about radiance. It was already blazing like
one eager to display its sheeny splendor. Nancy put on her sunglasses and moved briskly to her car in the lot.

She opened the boot of the Toyota. The car still looked and smelled new. She became its proud owner some months back, when it was gifted
by someone close to her heart. Nancy had been glad about the generous gesture. Was there a lady that would not be?

She was still arranging the bags in the booth when a hand tapped her shoulders from behind. She turned to look.

'Are you not Nancy?' The woman's voice was imperative. The expression was more assertive than inquisitive. Behind her was a man who
dressed like a chauffeur.

She was on the plump side and looked like someone who had a good life and who would stop at nothing to get what she desired. She was in
t-shirt and jeans trousers, which appeared tight for her voluptuous thighs.

There was something impetuous about the way she talked.

'Yes. Can I help you?' Nancy's answer was short and expectant.

The plump woman shook her head. 'You're the one that needs help. You are the one to help yourself. I just came to warn you. I want to warn
you to desist from going out with my husband.'

Nancy looked shocked. 'Who're you, and what're you talking about?'

'Don't you pretend with me.' The strange woman's voice had gone up. Still, it looked like she would gladly increase the tempo. 'I'm warning
you to stop your prostitution with Biyi. Why are you going out with him? Don't you know he is happily married? Look at you. You're just a
common prostitute! A LovePeddler! A useless LovePeddler!'

It was obvious the woman was ready for trouble. Nancy decided not say anything further. She closed the boot of the car and moved towards
the door.

The woman followed her. 'I've only come today to warn you.' The agitation in her voice was unmistakable. 'Next time, I won't be so nice with
you. You should be ashamed of yourself. Just look at you. What did he see in you self? What is special about you?'

Nancy remained mute. She opened the right , front door of the car.

'Just look at her! Shameless idiot! Can't you look for your own man?!'

The woman grabbed Nancy's top before she could enter the car and tore it. Her movements were as swift as a combatant. Not satisfied, she
grabbed the strap of Nancy's bra and pulled.


(To be continued)


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The plump woman shook her head. 'You're the one that needs help. You are the one to help yourself. I just came to warn you. I want to warn you to desist from going out with my husband.'

Nancy looked shocked. 'Who're you, and what're you talking about?'

'Don't you pretend with me.' The strange woman's voice had gone up. Still, it looked like she would gladly increase the tempo. 'I'm warning
you to stop your prostitution with Biyi. Why are you going out with him? Don't you know he is happily married? Look at you. You're just a
common prostitute! A LovePeddler! A useless LovePeddler!'

It was obvious the woman was ready for trouble. Nancy decided not say anything further. She closed the boot of the car and moved towards
the door.

The woman followed her. 'I've only come today to warn you.' The agitation in her voice was unmistakable. 'Next time, I won't be so nice with
you. You should be ashamed of yourself. Just look at you. What did he see in you self? What is special about you?'

Nancy remained mute. She opened the right , front door of the car.

'Just look at her! Shameless idiot! Can't you look for your own man?!'

The woman grabbed Nancy's top before she could enter the car and tore it. Her movements were as swift as a combatant. Not satisfied, she
grabbed the strap of Nancy's bra and pulled.

Nancy was shocked, to say the least. With her left hand, she held on to her bra while the right hand fended off any further attack.

'What! Are you crazy? What is this?' Nancy was perplexed. Her disbelief was without bound.

'You're the one that is crazy.' Now, the woman was bawling. 'Let us see those yeye things you have on your chest! Those tiny things you call
breasts!'

She was really ready to create a scene. The uniformed man that had accompanied her did not say or do anything. He was just looking on as
if he was there as an observer.

Two or three people moved close to them to see what was going on.

'Just look at her!' The woman continued to yell. 'Useless lady. Go and look for your own man. Stop running after married men.'

One of the security men manning the complex was moving towards them fast.

'Madam, what is the problem?' The security man looked ruffled as if the scene was abominable.

''It is this useless lady.' The plump woman's reply was swift. 'This ashewo lady.'

The woman tugged at the strap more and succeeded in pulling the left cup off, but Nancy was able to pull the clothing back fast to cover her
chest.

'Just look at her! See her useless tits!' The aggressor was gleeful.

'Madam, leave me o. Ah, what kind of nonsense is this?' Nancy wouldn't have anticipated the great embarrassment, even in her dream. She
had heard of things like this before. In Lagos, such an incident was not unheard of. But she couldn't have imagined that she would be at the
receiving end.

The few people around did not make any move to broker peace, save for the security guy.

As a matter of fact, the last action was to their delight. They looked on as if they were watching a premiere from Nollywood, Nigeria's version
of Hollywood.

'No, you can't do that, madam.' There was concern and urgency in the tone of the security man. He held the aggressor and tried to restrain
her from further attack.

The woman's hold on Nancy slackened. That gave Nancy the leverage. Still on the defensive, she dashed inside the car, slammed the door
shut and kicked the engine into life.

She reversed out of the park and gunned the car away from the shopping complex. The woman was still shouting after her as she drove away.



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The woman's hold on Nancy slackened. That gave Nancy the leverage. Still on the defensive, she dashed inside the car, slammed the door shut and kicked the engine into life.

She reversed out of the park and gunned it away from the shopping complex. The woman was still shouting after her as she drove away.

Oh Lord! What an embarrassment! The woman tore her cloth and the top underwear! That was a big embarrassment! Nancy had never been so embarrassed before. That woman must be crazy. Really crazy!

She was on the defensive throughout the encounter. She chose to be. For a woman like that, it would be foolish to start an argument or a fight. She actually looked ready for any combat. How aggressive!

But how did the woman trace her to the shopping plaza? How did she come to know about her?

Truly, she was having an affair with Biyi Osho, the city guy with money to throw around. Nancy had been having a sizzling relationship with the man for over six months now, and there had been no problem.

Until now.

She never knew Biyi had an extremely jealous and cantankerous wife. And he never even hinted her.

Ops!

That plump woman was a terrible one. With a woman like that, Nancy reasoned, why would a man not seek desires outside?




Even as she watched Nancy hurriedly drive out of the parking space, Funmi was satisfied with herself. Surely she had given the lady the jolt of her life. It was good for her, Funmi decided. All these ladies that would not leave married men alone deserved whatever ill treatment they received.

Funmi and her personal driver returned to her jeep, parked some few cars away from where Nancy had parked her car.

'That was good for her.' It was a monologue Funmi had to make to vindicate her actions. ' Next time, she will say no to him. Useless ashewo
woman.'

She hissed as she sat at the back seat of the car.


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Funmi and her personal driver returned to her jeep, parked some few cars away from where Nancy had parked her car.

'That was good for her.' It was a monologue Funmi had to make to vindicate her actions. ' Next time, she will say no to him. Useless ashewo woman.'

She hissed as she sat at the back seat of the car.

Turo, the chauffeur, slid to the driver's seat and brought the engine to life. Her had learnt not to interfere in whatever the madam had set out to do.

'Where are we going now, madam?' There was a hint of timidity from the man.

Funmi sighed and hissed again. 'Did you see how she looked?'

She was still agitated and was yet to get Nancy's matter from her mind.

'The lady looked like kpanla fish. She's a stupid ashewo. I wish I had completely removed her bra to show the world the useless things she
had on her chest.'

Turo did not say anything. What could he say? He engaged the gear and slowly moved the car out of the complex.

'We're going back home.' She had made enough trouble for a day.

Turo nodded. 'Yes, madam.'


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When Nancy got to her apartment at off Abiola crescent, Ikeja, she had to ensure that no one was outside the building before she ventured out
of the car. She didn't even take the things she had bought from the boot of the car. Those things could wait. She didn't want anyone to see her torn top and quarter nudeness.

She went straight to her apartment. The warm interior welcomed her. She changed her underwear and the top. She had decided to keep
those clothing and to show Biyi how uncivil his wife was.
She regained some of her confidence after she had changed cloths. Her mind was busy as she replayed the nasty experience at the shopping

plaza in her mind. If Biyi's wife thought she could intimidate and bully her to stay off the man, then she was making a very big mistake.

Nancy had met him at a fashion show some months ago. She was there as a guest, just as he was. Biyi was a known person in Lagos social
scene. He had made marks in hotel and tourism industry, and Nancy had expressed delight at meeting him one on one during the event. She
had introduced herself as a blogger with an eye for the entertainment industry.

That was how they met. He got her number and promised to call. Indeed, he fulfilled his promise the following day. He had invited her for
lunch in a highbrow restaurant.

She had obliged and that was that. Since then, the relationship had blossomed. Biyi had proved to be generous. Apart from the numerous
designer wears, he got her a brand new Toyota car.

Nancy had hugged him and had told him he was the best lover in the world. He was always going on business trips, within the country, within
the West Africa sub-region, and even intercontinentally.


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She had obliged and that was that. Since then, the relationship had blossomed. Biyi had proved to be generous. Apart from the numerous designer wears, he got her a brand new Toyota car.

Nancy had hugged him and had told him he was the best lover in the world. He was always going on business trips, within the country, within the West Africa sub-region, and even intercontinentally.

There was a time he had taken her to Port Harcourt. They were there for almost a week. The same thing happened when they traveled to
Abuja and Abidjan. The next trip he would probably ask her to come along would be to Dubai.

She was having a good time. She had been savoring the relationship. Now, his wife was becoming a big stumbling block. No way, she would
not allow herself to be cowed.

Presently he was out of Lagos. Two days ago, he had informed her that he would be travelling to Jos, a city several hundreds of kilometers
away from Lagos. Nancy decided to call him.

'Hello my dear.' As usual, there was a boom in his over the line. Even from afar, one could discern his bohemian nature.

'Hello.' Her response was cool and distant.

'How are you? You don't sound excited.'

'I'm not. I'm not happy either.'

'What happened?'

'It's your wife. Why didn't you tell me you are married to a wrestling champion?'

'What d'you mean, a wrestling champion? What happened?'

She paused briefly. 'If you know what my eyes see today, you'll feel sorry for me. She trailed me to the shopping plaza at Maryland. As soon
as I came out after shopping, she accosted me. In a twinkle of an eye, she pounced on me. She slapped me and tore my top and bra. In full
public glare, your wife really embarrassed and ridiculed me.'

He was surprised. 'Unbelievable! You mean she did all that to you?'

'Yes. With a threat to do worse if I don't leave you alone.'

'Ehn, ehn. It's unbelievable that Funmi would do that.'

'She really spoilt my day today.'

'I'm sorry to hear that. Please just take everything cool. By tomorrow, I'll be back in Lagos. I promise you I'll do something about it.'

That was what she wanted to hear. 'Yes o. Please, do something.'


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When Funmi got to the house, she went upstairs to her room. The large bedroom was big enough to have lounging chairs and a big flat screen. She used to share the place with her husband before, but in the last one year or so, he had opted to have his own separate bedroom.

She dropped her bag on the bed and flopped on it. She sighed to herself as she went over the encounter with Nancy in her mind. Funmi had got to know about her through Leke, her husband's driver. With money as the inducement, Leke had revealed the latest catch of his boss, her name, the residence and some other personal details of Nancy. That very Saturday morning, Funmi had instructed her own driver to take her to

Nancy's house for a show down. Funmi's car was just parking by the gate, when the gate was opened wide and Nancy drove out. Funmi was sure Nancy was the one behind the wheel as the face matched the pictures she had been given.

She had asked Turo to go after the car. They trailed the car to the Maryland plaza. Funmi decided to bid her time and to accost Nancy only
after the latter had bought what she wanted to buy.

They had not waited for too long. With her eyes glued to the exit of the plaza, she saw Nancy as she jauntily moved to her car.

Despite the fact that she now put on sunglasses, Funmi was sure she was the one. The latter had gone to her parked car. With no time to waste, Funmi had moved towards the Toyota car.

Funmi sighed again and brought her phone out. She flipped to the pictures and stared at Nancy's photos. The lady looked slim and beautiful.

This was the lady (or was she one of the ladies?) distracting Biyi.

Funmi looked closely at the lady again, as she had done several times before. Nancy should be in her early thirties. Funmi tried to go back the
memory lane when she was about Nancy's age. She too was slim and beautiful. Years of marriage and matronly life had blossomed her to what she was.

At forty-two and married for over thirteen years, Funmi had certainly gone through a lot of transformations, from the attractive, slim gal to plump, though attractive woman. She had three children, the eldest being thirteen. She and Biyi had come a long way.

She stood up from the bed and went to the adjoining bathroom and toilet. There was a giant mirror there. She stared at her reflection. She was still beautiful, she decided. The problem was the plumpness.

Could it be that Biyi was losing interest in her because of her being fat? He had not really complained that she was on the fat side, but that wouldn't mean he was still besotted to her looks, as he used to be.

Maybe she should try to slim down and go back to the attractive, slim lady she was before her marriage. Maybe that would make him stop the affairs he was having outside and he would look inward again.

But why did men behave that way? Why must he turn against fidelity, all because his wife had become fat? Why couldn't he remain faithful to his wife, whether she remained slim or had grown fat? Was the marriage not supposed to be for better or for worse; in slimness or in fatness?

She climbed the weighing scale. The device read 92 kilograms. Gosh, that was on the heavy side. She was almost the double of her weight as a maiden. She was heavy now, no doubt, and she must do something about it.

She would have to watch her diet, first and foremost. All those fatty food, those fried chickens and calories must be cut down. Then, she would buy some exercise kits to get a better shape.

That very afternoon, Funmi went to buy some keep-fit kits, including a stationary bike. It was to show how serious she was. She was determined more than ever to bring the old Funmi back.

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She climbed the weighing scale. The device read 92 kilograms. Gosh, that was on the heavy side. She was almost the double of her weight as a maiden. She was heavy now, no doubt, and she must do something about it.

She would have to watch her diet, first and foremost. All those fatty food, those fried chickens and calories must be cut down. Then, she would buy some exercise kits to get a better shape.

That very afternoon, Funmi went to buy some keep-fit kits, including a stationary bike. It was to show how serious she was. She was determined more than ever to bring the old Funmi back.




The plane hovered in the sky. It was time for landing. His seat belts, like the other passengers, were fastened. Biyi awaited the landing and the disembarkation. It had been another successful trip and he thanked God for it.

'Thank you for your patronage, sir. We look forward to seeing you on the next flight.' The soft voice of the air hostess - the one that had served him during the Jos-Lagos flight - said, as he moved to the exit of the plane.

Biyi nodded and smiled at her. Outside the plane, the hot air hit his face as he descended the disembarkation ladder. Biyi moved swiftly towards the arrival hall, his brief case clutched in his right hand.

Tony, his personal assistant who had been standing by and waiting for him in the last half hour, came to meet him.

'You're welcome, sir.' Tony curtsied. 'I hope you had a nice flight, sir.'

'Thanks, Tony. How are you?'

'Fine, sir.'

Tony relieved him of the briefcase and led him outside the building to the car park. Leke, the driver who loitered around the park, quickly went to the car and stepped inside it as he saw them approaching.

'You're welcome, oga,.' Leke made an obeisance and showed his near brownish teeth in a smile.

'Thank you.' The boss settled down comfortably in the back seat, while Tony took the front seat.

'Take me to the guest house,' Biyi instructed the driver.

'Yes, sir.' Leke fastened his seat belts and brought the car engine to life.

He already knew the particular guest house his boss was referring to.

'Give me the latest gist from the office.' Biyi brought out a newspaper. He would combine scanning through with listening to Tony.

As his PA, it behoved of Tony to be at breast of whatever development was happening in the office in the absence of his boss. Tony did what he was asked to do.

Biyi listened without a word. When the former was through, he nodded and brought out his phone.

'Hello, how're you?' His voice was exuberant over the line.

'Hello, darling.'

'I'm back in Lagos. Let's meet at the guest house.'

'Okay, dear.'

He turned to Tony. 'You can drop off at the next bus station and go back to the office. I won't be coming to the place today. I need to relax.'


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Tony took the front seat.

'Take me to the guest house,' Biyi instructed the driver.

'Yes, sir.' Leke fastened his seat belts and brought the car engine to life.

He already knew the particular guest house his boss was referring to.

'Give me the latest gist from the office.' Biyi brought out a newspaper. He would combine scanning through with listening to Tony.

As his PA, it behoved of Tony to be at breast of whatever development was happening in the office in the absence of his boss. Tony did what he was asked to do.

Biyi listened without a word. When the former was through, he nodded and brought out his phone.

'Hello, how're you?' His voice was exuberant over the line.

'Hello, darling.'

'I'm back in Lagos. Let's meet at the guest house.'

'Okay, dear.'

He turned to Tony. 'You can drop off at the next bus station and go back to the office. I won't be coming to the place today. I need to relax.'

'Yes, sir.'

'We'll be seeing tomorrow. Take care.'

'Yes, sir.'

A minute later, Tony alighted from the car. Another five minutes after that, Biyi was driven to the guest house. He went straight to his suite, the one he had perpetually kept for himself. Leke, the driver would wait in the car. To ease his boredom, Biyi ordered that some snacks and drinks be served to the driver.

Biyi went in and relaxed on one of the lounging chairs, while waiting for his companion. A call came in. It was a business call from Cheng, a Chinese partner.

'Don't worry.' Biyi spoke reassuringly. 'I'll be in the office tomorrow morning. Come around to the office tomorrow, and we'll talk.'

Not long after he disconnected the line, the intercom came alive.

'Miss Nancy is around to see you, sir,' the receptionist informed.

'Yeah, tell her to come to my suite, right away.'

About a minute later, Nancy came in. She came to hug him where he was sitting.

'I miss you.' Her voice was cool and alluring.

'How's everything?' He smiled at her. 'Now, don't bother to answer. I can see that you look chic.'

She smiled too. 'Thank you.'

She sat by his side and rubbed his thigh.

'How was your trip?'

He smiled broadly. 'It was very successful. All went well.'

He ordered for drinks and pepper soup. They chatted as they took their delicacies and drinks.

'I don't like the way your wife harassed me days ago,' she began. 'If you see the kind of insults she gave me. Not only that, she slapped me and tore my clothes into shreds.' She felt the overstatement was necessary.

'Yes, you said so the other time.' He looked hard and frowned. 'It's very hard to believe she would do that. Are you indeed sure she did all that?'

Nancy made a face. 'So, you don't believe me. Are you saying I'm lying?'

Biyi smiled and wrapped his left hand of her shoulders. 'I'm not saying you're lying. It's just that I find it difficult that she would go to that
extent of fighting you. Something must have gone over her.'

She sighed. 'Don't worry, when you come to my house, I'll show my clothes that she tore. I have the evidence at home.'

'Sorry about it. I'll say you should not worry, I'll make it up to you. For her part, I know what to do.'

She made a hurtful look. 'Just imagine the embarrassment she gave me. And I was only on the defensive that day. If I had done my own back, it wouldn't be funny at all.'

'It's okay. You did the right thing by not fighting back. As I said, don't worry. I'm going to compensate you.'

He kissed her briefly in a patronizing way. 'Now, let's forget that. Come and sit right here on my lap and let me show you how much I've missed you.'



Nana walked up to the customer that was looking at the exotic nightgowns, probably wondering which to select.

'Can I help you?' Nana offered. 'D'you have any problem about making a choice?'

The customer turned to look at her. 'Well, I'm just wondering about which is sexier between this gown and that one.'

Nana smiled at her. It was one of her tasks as the shop manager to assist customers in making a choice.

She looked at the woman well, as if she was studying her. Then, she looked at the gowns.

'This one is very good for you.' She grinned and pointed at the pink one.

The woman nodded as if she agreed. She chose the recommended one and went on to pick some other clothing items.

Nana went back to her small table from where she could see the entrance/exit door.

The cashier took stocks of what the woman had bought, calculated the prices, received the payments and issued a receipt.

'Thank you, sister,' the woman told Nana as she departed.

'It's a pleasure, madam.' Nana smiled in return.

Nana enjoyed her job, but it was not easy working for Madam Funmi Osho. The madam hardly came around, but anytime she did, one could
easily feel the tension as she would likely fret over one thing or the other.

For about two years now, Nana had been working at BestItems store. The store specialized in wears for all sexes and ages, from trendy formal wears to glamorous, casual wears.

Nana was hardworking and honest. The madam must have noticed this and had tried to reward her diligence.

When it was six p.m., the shop closed for the day. She kept the proceeds where she normally kept them and locked the door. She would be going to the bank the following morning to make some cash deposits.

She went to the bus stop to take a bus going to Ojota. From there, she would take another bus to Ketu. All things being equal, she should be at home by seven p.m.

She alighted from the bus at Tipper garage bus stop. Her home was at Ogunbanwo street. She moved smartly down the road. She had decided to cook yam porridge this night. She changed to a casual wear and went to the kitchen. There were some yams remaining there.

She also had all the ingredients she would use in the deep freezer. As usual, she would make the meal be delicious, spicing it with beef, fish
and shrimps.

Nana lived with her live-in-lover, Ade in the two-bedroom apartment. For the past three years, they had been together, living like mister and missus. Even the neighbours thought they were already married.

Ade claimed he loved her and was really to spend the rest of his life with her. Nana had no doubt on her part that she was in love. So, why couldn't they make the nuptial tie once and for all? He was in his late thirties while she was approaching mid-thirties. Age was not on her side.

So, why the delay?

The answer was simple. Ade gave a condition that what would eventually lead to holy matrimony was if she could become pregnant for him. That was the condition: produce a baby and there would be a trip to the altar.

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The answer was simple. Ade gave a condition that what would eventually lead to holy matrimony was if she could become pregnant for him. That was the condition: produce a baby and there would be a trip to the altar.

So far, Nana could not fulfil that part. For the past three years now, they had been trying,but there was yet to be fruitfulness. They had consulted some specialists. After series of tests, they were told that there was nothing biologically wrong with them.

Nana could not understand why the conception could not be if indeed all was well. She had persuaded Ade that they should go for another tests. The results were the same as the first ones. If nothing was wrong anywhere, why should the problem persist?

Nana was more concerned about the issue. Ade always played the issue down, or appeared to do so. She was also bothered that he put child bearing a condition. If indeed he loved her, why couldn't he go ahead and formalize the relationship? It was as if he nurtured some fears or doubts about the prospects of a fruitful union. Why must he do so?

It was minutes after eight when she finished cooking. Mostly, he came back home around nine in the night. She covered the pot tightly. She always ate with him, so she would wait until he came.

In the sitting room, she watched the movies channel, but her mind kept going to their - or should she say her - challenge. He came in some minutes after nine, just when the movie was about to end.

They hugged briefly.

'How was your day?' He was all smiles.

'Fine, we thank God. How about yours?'

'Not bad, but I'm tired.' He removed his tie and shoes. Then, he took them to the bedroom.

She helped with the briefcase to the bedroom. 'Eh yah. Sorry. By the time you eat and relax, you'll feel refreshed.'

The stuffiness inside the bedroom welcomed him. He had planned to buy an air-conditioner but couldn't do so up till now. He sighed and decided to do something about it. He changed to his night wears and, together, they returned to the sitting-room.

She went to the kitchen to dish out the food. When she served it, his face was delighted.

'Hmn, it smells good. I hope the taste will be very good as well.' The smile danced on his cheeks.

Nana made a slight frown. So, you don't trust my cooking any more?'

He smiled and patted her on the shoulders.

'I still trust you, my dear.' He winked at her.

As soon as he had the first bite of the food, he broke into an easy smile. 'Yes, now I can say that the food is very delicious.'

She nodded. 'I told you.'

They ate in silence for a while.

'You are the one that made me to like this food. I hardly liked yam or anything that had to do with yam before.' He took a mouthful and munched noisily.

'I learnt most of my cooking from my mother.' She ate and watched him eat ravenously.

'That means, like mother, like daughter.' He made a small laugh.

She nodded. 'You can say that again.'

After the food, they were back to the sofa in the sitting-room. She allowed him some rest before she broached on the issue that had been
agitating her mind.

'Darling, don't you think we should see a pastor for this our problem?' She studied his face for his reaction.

'What problem?'

'This our challenge, now.' She opted for the euphemism with the hope that the problem would soon be over. ' This one that we've been
looking for a child for some time, now.'

He sighed and changed the television channel. 'And is that why we should see a pastor? Have the two of us not gone for tests, and have the results not shown that there is no problem?'

'Yes, medically, I believe there is no problem.' Nana nodded emphatically. 'I think the problem goes beyond medical one. I think the problem is spiritual. That is why I think we should see a pastor.'

Ade gave a short, mirthless laugh and shook his head.

'Just hear yourself.' He continued to look at the t.v rather than looking at her. 'Medically, just as you said, there is no problem with either of us, so why the fuss? Maybe we just need to put in more efforts. I'm sure if we calculate your ovulation period, or whatever they call it, well, things will work out as desired. What has all these got to do with a pastor?'

Nana sighed. She was not surprised that Ade was taking that stance. He always relegated anything spiritual to the background. Since she had met him, she realized he had always undermined anything spiritual or religious. He hardly went to church and wouldn't be bothered about praying. Even when she converted to Christianity, he was cool about it. As a Christian himself, he should have been instrumental to her conversion.

But she always believed she could change him, somehow. She had always been telling him the necessity of going to church. What an irony! She was the one professing and practicing the faith.

'I believe the fact that medicine could not find any cause or solution means we should look for the best alternative.' Nana was down to earth.

'As far as I can see, the solution is spiritual.' She would not relent in her assertiveness. 'Let's try this spiritual angle and see if it won't work. And I'm sure it will work.'

Ade remained unconvinced. 'You can go ahead and see any pastor or prophet, or any other person you want to see.' There were taints of indifference and anger in his tone. 'As for me, count me out.'

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Ade remained unconvinced. 'You can go ahead and see any pastor or prophet, or any other person you want to see.' There were taints of indifference and anger in his tone. 'As for me, count me out.'

When Nana tried a little bit more to persuade him on the merits of doing what she suggested, Ade stood up and left her alone in the sitting-room.

She was upset by his action. Why would he react that way? Was it so bad for her to suggest what she suggested? Why did he find any thing church an anathema? Why would he not give what she had suggested a trial and see what would be the outcome?

That night, she went to bed a sad woman.




Later that evening when Biyi got home, his wife and three children were watching television in the sitting-room. The children ran to greet him, while Funmi stood up. He hugged the children and moved over to hug his wife.

'You're welcome, darling.' Funmi pecked him but wasn't sure if she was really glad to see him.

'How're you all?' He patted the children on their heads.

'Fine, daddy,' the children chorused. They sat round him.

'How was your trip?' She tried to look concerned.

'Fine, but things were hectic.' He yawned.

Funmi nodded. 'I can understand. You must be very tired. What should I ask the cook to prepare for you?'

He yawned again. 'I don't think I need any food now. Just get me a bottle of cold water.'

'Yes my dear.' Funmi promptly stood up and went in search of the housemaid so that she would ask her to bring what he requested for.

Later that night, after the children had gone to bed, he went to meet her in her bedroom.

'Funmi, what's this idea of you harassing a poor woman?' He made it sound like she had taken advantage of a poor and helpless person. '

That lady you embarrassed and fought with at the shopping plaza is just an acquaintance, you know.'

She frowned. 'An acquaintance of yours said I harassed her?' She thought it the best to parry his question.

He became agitated. 'Funmi, you know what I'm talking about. Why did you harass the lady like that? Then, you attacked her and tore her
clothes.'

If he had thought his confrontation would mellow her down, he was so wrong. 'Okay, so that ashewo has reported me to you.' Her voice rose up. 'Yes, I did that. I accosted her to warn. I also tore her cloth. I will do more of that if she doesn't stay off. She's a useless bitch. Let her look for her own man. Why can't she leave a married man alone?'

He looked at her, shocked by her obstinate outbursts. 'So, a married man can't have a female acquaintance again?' Now his tone was low and almost subdued.

'She's not an acquaintance. Don't try to deceive me on that. She's a shameless ashewo. You can't deny the fact that you are having an affair
with her, can you? She's a shameless one.'

Biyi didn't know what else to say. If he continued the altercations with her, he had no doubt that she would remain obstinate. He let the woman be.




Ade worked in an insurance company as marketing supervisor. It was a job that required vigorous marketing. The marketing officers all had targets, and the task wasn't easy.

All the same, Ade enjoyed the job. He had been up and doing, and found the task exciting. There was an angle to the job that appeared to be more exciting. In the last couple of weeks. Ade had been having more than official interest in one of the marketing officers that recently joined the fold.

At first, their interactions were purely business. Doris was proving herself to be an asset with the number of clients she had brought. She had surpassed previous achievements.

As her supervisor, Ade had been impressed. But the impression had gone beyond that. Now, Ade had become enamored to this beautiful and sultry lady.

When he broached on the issue of having an affair with her, she had said she thought he was married. He replied that there was no such thing and he had no such plans with any one. He however admitted that a lady stayed with him, but he was tired of the relationship.

Doris had not told him yes or no. But Ade believed he would ultimately have her. This Monday afternoon, after she had filled in her daily reports in his office, he asked her to sit down.

'What do you say to having lunch with me after close of work today?' He smiled to prod her.

'Like what time d'you have in mind?'

'Let's say five o 'clock.'

She paused briefly. 'That should be okay.'

He grinned at her and patted her. 'Good. See you then.'

At close of work, he took her to a fast food joint close to the bus stop at Ketu. His Toyota Avensis car, thankfully, had just gone through
refurbishment. He had no fear about the car breaking down at the middle of the road as it did a couple of days ago. His choice of eatery at Ketu was since she lived at Ojota, it would be easy for her to take a public bus back to where she lived.

They settled for fried rice and chicken. He used the time to find out more about her viz her personal life, her likes, dislikes, and so on.

Doris was the only daughter of Madam Josephine. She had been raised only by the single mother, as the supposed father would not have anything to do with them. The man had taken off with another woman, leaving the young Doris fatherless.


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Doris was the only daughter of Madam Josephine. She had been raised only by the single mother, as the supposed father would not have anything to do with them. The man had taken off with another woman, leaving the young Doris fatherless.

But Josephine was more determined than ever that she would give her daughter the best she could give in life. Doris went to a state university to study Marketing. At twenty-six, she believed she still had a long way to go in savouring the goodness of life.

Ade talked about himself too. At thirty-seven, he said he wanted to settle down and be happily married. He actually had the intention of marrying the lady staying with him, but she had not been able to conceive, which was a condition he had given for marriage. They had been together for about three years now, and he was getting tired of her.

Even his mother had advised him to send her packing and get another lady. He concluded by saying he was hoping that Doris would be that person who would become the queen of his heart.

The eating was over. He ordered for icecream.

Doris listened in rapt attention to everything he had said. He was not the first to be proposing marriage to her, but he seemed to be the most serious, so far. For those that had talked about marriage before now, she had rebuffed their advances.

'Well, I don't know what to say for now', she said. 'But, let me ask, if I say yes, does that mean the same condition that you gave the other lady will apply to me?'

He sighed. 'Yes. Let me assure you that I don't cheat on my lover. The moment you agree, I will stop my relationship with her. See, I want to settle down, so I'm serious about what I'm saying.'

It was her turn to sigh. 'Alright. Let me think about it.'

By the time they parted that evening, he had the assurance that she would eventually agree with him.




It was not an easy thing for Funmi to restrict her diet. The more she tried, the more she realized that all those food she wanted to do away with were irresistible.

Her children loved burgers and fried chickens. So far, she could not watch them taking any of these without having the urge to do so too.

She had been trying to do some exercises too, but she was sure she wasn't making a headway. Maybe she would have to register in a gym or get a trainer. That should be more effective than doing it by herself.

She also told herself that she would need to be more serious before she could follow a strict diet. She had bought some magazines and books on dieting and sliming down, but she hardly had the time to read. Funmi, you need to be very serious, she told herself again.



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