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

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

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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

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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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