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There was a shocker awaiting him: mama was sitting on a traveling bag right at the front door of his flat.

He looked at the woman closely. There was no mistake. The woman was his mother.

'Mama!' he said in surprise. 'You're around? Why didn't you tell me you were coming to Lagos?'

'Manu, my son,' the woman said, coming to hug him.

'You should have told me you were coming to Lagos,' he said. 'It's not good that you were kept waiting for me like this.'

'I wanted to give you a surprise visit,' she said. 'After all, I didn't need to seek approval from my son before I visit him.'

Manu shook his head. Sometimes, he could simply not understand his mother.

'And who is the lady with you?' mama asked, turning her stare to Clara.

The latter had been bemused by the scene and had not uttered a word since she got down from the car.

Manu grinned. 'Er, mama, this is Clara and ...'

'This must be your wife-to-to-be,' mama interrupted. 'Ah, God be praised that my son has finally got a young pretty lady as his wife-to-be and very soon will be his wife. My daughter, how're you?'

Clara was aghast. Wife-to-be? No, no. This woman was making a big mistake.

'I'm just his ... ' Clara was saying, but mama interrupted again.

'I know. I know you're just his fiancé. But I trust God. I trust that as long as the almighty God is alive, very soon - very, very soon - the two of you will be wedded before my own eyes. I also trust that your child, my grandchild, is on his way.'

Clara was confounded.

Before she could say anything further, Manu spoke: 'Why don't we all go inside? Outside is not the best place to say important things like this.'

They moved to the door of his apartment. He brought out a bunch of keys from his pocket and opened the door.

He then helped mama to carry her bag inside.

'Let me quickly go to the toilet,' mama said. 'I've been pressed for some time now.'

She needed no direction to the toilet as she was no stranger to the place. When she was out of earshot, Clara turned to glare at him.

'What's all this about?' she demanded.

He tried a wan smile. 'Mama has been pestering me to bring a wife home,' he replied in a voice scarcely above whispers.

'But you should have told her who I am. You should have made her know I'm not who she thinks I am.'

He shook his head. 'See, since she has presumed you're the one, let's just play along. In fact, let me tell you that it will save me from a lot of hassles from her. So, please, let's play along.'

'But, ... ' she wanted to protest. She stopped as mama was back in the sitting-room.

'O ya, o ya,' mama said. 'Let my daughter-in-law go to the kitchen and prepare nice dinner for us.'

Clara glanced at him. He smiled and winked back at her. He took her to the kitchen, but there was a big snag.

'I'm not good in cooking,' she blurted out.

'What?!'

'I don't cook in my house. It's either the house girl does it or my mum.'

He looked worried. 'This is serious. Mama will not like it if she hears that you can't cook.'

'Tell her the truth. Tell her I'm not your fiancée but one of your students.'

He shook his head vehemently. 'No. Let's not spoil the show.'

He suddenly smiled as an idea came to him. 'You know what? I will tell her the cooking gas has finished. Then, we'll go out to buy food not far away. Mama likes fufu and egusi soup. It won't be difficult to get that.'

Clara felt relieved. 'Okay.'

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He shook his head vehemently. 'No. Let's not spoil the show.' He suddenly smiled as an idea came to him. 'You know what? I will tell her the cooking gas has finished. Then, we'll go out to buy food not far away. Mama likes fufu and egusi soup. It won't be difficult to get that.'

Clara felt relieved. 'Okay.'

He took two food flasks, put them in a nylon bag and went back to the sitting-room. Mama was in the second bed-room where he had put her bag and where she would be sleeping.

'Mama, sorry, the cooking gas has just finished. Let us go out and buy the food for you.'

'Oh.' Mama looked disappointed. 'Just when I thought my daughter would be cooking delicious food to welcome me to Lagos.'

'Don't worry, ma. That will be another time.'

Clara took her handbag as she stepped out of the flat with Manu.

Once they were on the road, she told him she had to return to her parents' home.

'What? Mama is still expecting you.'

'I don't like this prank we're playing. I'm going. Good night.'

He was reluctant to say goodnight, but he had no choice. Mama had really truncated his desire of sleeping with Clara that evening. But Manu would wait. There would be another time.

* * *

The following morning, Joe was at the branch of the bank where he had opened a current and savings account on the campus. He told them he was robbed at gun point and had lost his valuables including this phones and ATM card.

He also requested to know his account balance and was glad that his hard-earned money had not been touched. The bank promptly disabled all transactions on the ATM card.

That was his first step.

The next one would be to go to the service providers of the network he used so that he could block those sims and recover the lines. He decided that could wait until noon.

It was his eagerness to go to the police station, report the previous night incident and take some policemen to arrest Wendy. When he did that, he met only the shop owner at work.

'Good morning,' Joe, flanked on either side by two plain-clothed policemen, greeted him.

'Good morning, sir. Do you want to type documents or to make photocopies?'

'None. Where's your assistant?' Joe asked heatedly.

'You mean Wendy? I've not seen her this morning, and I wonder why she hasn't come.'

The policeman to Joe's right brought out his identity card from his breast pocket. 'I'm detective Sergeant Momoh, with my colleague here.'

He pointed at the other man., who nodded.
'That your assistant has committed a serious crime and we're here to arrest her,' Momoh continued.

'A crime? Wendy committed a crime?'

'Yes,' Joe said. 'That thieving bitch drugged me and stole everything in my possession.'

'What?' The man looked genuinely surprised.

'Wendy did that?'

'Yes,' Sergeant Momoh put in. 'So, you need to cooperate with us. Where does she live?'

'Hold on.' The man opened his drawer and brought out two stapled papers that looked like a C.V. It belonged to Wendy. He handed it to Momoh. 'That's her address and other contact. You can have it.'

'Thank you.' Momoh brought out a complimentary card from the same pocket he had brought the identity card. 'Here, give me a call the moment she pops up here.'

The man nodded. 'Alright, Sergeant.'

Momoh turned to Joe. 'Oga, leave us to continue the work from here. You can be calling my number to be updated on the matter. Don't worry, we'll get her arrested and the law will take its course.'

Joe nodded. 'You really must get her arrested. There's no way a lady will treat me so dishonorably and go scot-free. That Wendy must rot in jail!'

'We'll do our best,' the other officer, who had been taciturn, said.

Joe nodded. 'Yes. I want your very best.' He nodded at them as they took their leave.

* * *

Eddie had a busy day in the office and in the court. It was almost four o'clock before he had a respite. Right in his office, he changed from his law gown to t-shirt. He intended to move from the office to Amorisia Store at Ikeja. Slowly, he drove to the place as the traffic was already building up. Several minutes later, he parked his car at the front of the shop.

Linda personally attended to him. She showed round the different products that Amorisia offered for sale. Eddie was impressed by what he saw. He never imagined that some of those products were offered for sale right here in Nigeria.

He pointed at a black curvy-haired doll that looked very appealing to him.

'How much does this cost?' he asked.

'N700,000.'


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He pointed at a black curvy-haired doll that looked very appealing to him.

'How much does this cost?' he asked.

'N700,000.'

He nodded as he did not expect anything less.

He made money transfer right there and she got the bank text alert. He was given the manual which covered the usage and the maintenance.

'Do not hesitate to give us a call if and when the need arises.'

The collapsible doll was put in a case and that looked more like a suitcase. That was it. He had a sex partner he would not take to dinner or buy exotic items for; but the one he could have unfettered sexual access to. In his mind, he thought of a name to call her.

Several names came to his mind but he finally settled for Dolly.

Yes, that seemed appropriate enough. He put the case of Dolly in his car and drove home. As he drove, he imagined a sex scene with his new ‘lover’.

When he got home, he decided he would have to leave Dolly in the booth of the car until his children had slept. He didn't want anybody to know about her; she must forever be his secret love.

It was almost mid-night when he had the chance to bring Dolly to his apartment and to his bedroom.

The children had just gone to bed. He locked the bedroom door and brought her out. He was not in a hurry to sleep with her as he took his time in reading the manual and examining the humanoid toy.

He grinned to himself when he read that Dolly could moan when in the act. Good, I would see how good she was in doing that, he thought gleefully.

Minutes later, Eddie went into action with Dolly.

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Three days after the unsavory incident, Joe was miffed that the police had neither apprehended Wendy nor bring her to justice.

'All the addresses she put on the so-called c.v were fake,' Sergeant Momoh had explained.

'Those she used as referees were either non-existing or of fake addresses. We could not pin her down to anybody. Her known telephone numbers were not going. Of course, she has not shown up at the business center since that day. Be patient, we're still trying to track her down.'

Be patient! Joe scoffed in his mind. How long would he be patient? What would have pleased him was getting her behind bar. This plea of exercising patience was actually not what he wanted to hear.

He sat back relaxingly on the chair in his office. He had been able to retrieve his mobile lines and, for now, had bought a not-so-expensive Nokia phone. It pained him to realize that his i-phone and Samsung smart phone were no more.

Someone knocked at his door.

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He sat back relaxingly on the chair in his office. He had been able to retrieve his mobile lines and, for now, had bought a not-so-expensive Nokia phone. It pained him to realize that his i-phone and Samsung smart phone were no more.

Someone knocked at his door.

'Yes, come in,' he called out.

The knob was turned and the door pushed inside. Agatha came in, looking very pretty. One look at her made Joe to forget about his apprehensions.

'Good afternoon, sir,' she greeted.

'Agatha, Agatha. How're you?'

'Fine, sir. Hope I'm not disturbing anything?'

'Oh, no, you're not. Sit down.'

She sat down on the seat he pointed at. They had light conversations. Joe would have wished to take her to Lolita Hotel again, but the recent ugly outing flashed across his mind. You must caution yourself a bit, he told himself.

'I hope I did very well in yesterday's test,' Agatha said.

'Of course, you did very well,' he replied. 'You got excellent marks.'

She smiled and nodded. 'Thank you, doctor. I know I can count on you.'

'Sure. As long as you remain in my good book.'

He smiled back at her. The truth was Joe had not even marked the test scripts. But he knew that anytime he marked them, she would be given excellent marks. That was the norm, according to Doctor Joe Sabada.

More minutes later Agatha left his office and returned to her hostel room. It was Friday afternoon and she was preparing to go to her dad's place at Ogba-Ijaiye to spend the weekend.

She was putting some clothes and personal effects into her valise when Anfani, her roommate came in.

'Don't tell me you're planning to spend the weekend in town again,' Anfani said.

'That's what I'm planning to do. I don't want another dull and drab weekend.'

Anfani nodded. 'You're right. Nobody wants a drab weekend. So, where you're going, are you sure it won't be drab and dull?'

Agatha chuckled. 'No matter how dull my dad's place is, it will be more exciting than staying here.'

Anfani scoffed at that. 'Are you saying it's your dad that gives you fun? Come on, Agatha, why don't you go to where the fun really is?'

Agatha stopped in what she was doing to stare at her friend and roommate.

'What're you trying to say, Anfani?'

'See, I should have told you some time ago and I was wondering how you would react to it.'

'React to what? What did you want to tell me?'
Anfani moved closer to her. 'See, there's a place we can go tonight to have great fun.'

'Really?'

'Yes. It's a club house. A new club house.'

Agatha clouded her face. 'I don't really love going to clubs or parties. Besides, I don't like prostituting my body in any way.'

Anfani looked indignant. 'Who's asking you to prostitute your body? See, this new club needs dancers. All you will do is to dance.'

Agatha was getting interested. 'Are you sure that is all to it?'

'Of course. I and my friend, Fatty, were there last weekend. You'll get paid for dancing. What's more, some of the customers who are very impressed can even come to spray currency notes - both local and international - on you. It's as cool as that.'

Agatha became completely interested. 'If that's the case, then count me in.'

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