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Ireti replied. "That would be totally unfair to her."

"I know. We decided I'd give Deola a copy of the Easter video Bukky made. We brought a copy for her and a copy for you. We watched it at Bukky's house and it's very good."

Steve replied, "That would probably help. Do you know if she's still a dope addict?"

"Tergar told me that she appears to have overcome the addiction and actually looked good."

"I wonder where she was all this time," Ireti said.

"I guess I'll know Friday.".

"Does she know about Bukky?" Steve asked.

"Not yet. I'll tell her Friday."

"Bukky, what are you thinking about all of this?" asked Ireti.

"I think it's a challenge we have to face head on. Deola burned a lot of bridges but seems to want to rebuild them, to some degree. I told Tade that I think she will want Vivian back and, if she really is sober, she may want Tade also. She will believe that all her troubles are behind her and will not accept the fact that Tade can raise Vivian better than she can."

Ireti replied, "I think you're probably right. Deola was always self-confident and outgoing. If that old Deola is back, she's going to be trouble. Does she know that you divorced her?"

"Yes. Her parents told her. Tergar said she wasn't surprised."

Steve said, "I'd hope not. She walked off the face of the earth and never looked back for more than two years. The police and the private investigator I hired couldn't find her anywhere. She must have changed her name or was very remote or they would have found her. Well, we can't worry about this until she gives us something to worry about. Maybe she'll surprise us."

Bukky and Tade showered and climbed into bed, without Vivian this time. Neither was in the mood for sex. They decided that Deola needed to be handled carefully and that at some point in the future, Vivian will need to be told about her birth mother.

That time was well down the road, however, when Vivian could understand and make wise decisions about what kind of contact she'd like with her birth mummy. It was too much to ask a child at this point to understand and accept the facts of what really happened.

Bukky and Tade were up early and wished each other a happy Easter party. Both dressed and walked to the kitchen to prepare the appetizers and fried rice relish that Bukky traditionally took to her parents' house. Ireti was already there with hot coffee and a breakfast Danish roll that she'd made.

By common unspoken consent it seemed, Deola was not mentioned. The discussion focused instead on Easter party family traditions. Steve joined the discussion and talked about watching the parades in Philly when he was a child and how much fun his mummy and dad made the holidays for he and his two brothers.

Bukky asked about his parents and brothers. "My parents are getting on in years. They're in good health, thank heavens, and enjoy life on a small farm they have."

Tade put in, "I want to take you to meet them, Bukky. Their farm is along the Epe-Temu. It's a big place."

"My two brothers are married with grown children. Taiwo and Kehinde live near Badagry. Semiu and Alaba live in Ibadan. We try to get together at least once a year at Mummy and Dad's place."

"What about your family, Mummy?"

Ireti replied, "My parents were older than Steve's and they've both passed away. I have one sister. My family is a bit small compared to Steve's. What about yours, Bukky?"

"Our family is large. I have three brothers, Debo, Adebisi and Bade. They're all married with children. I also have an older sister Bose who is married with four children. Altogether, there are thirteen grandchildren so Vivian is going to have lots of playmates this afternoon."

"She will love that," Ireti replied. Tade and Steve nodded.

They all turned to look as Vivian came running down the stairs in her pajamas and into Bukky's arms for a big hug and kiss. "You smell good. Did you use my fragrance again?"

"Yes mummy."

"You should ask for my permission before using it."

Vivian dropped her eyes and quietly said, "Okay. I'm sorry."

"That's fine this time."

"Good morning, sweetheart." Tade leaned over and kissed Vivian on the cheek.

"Good morning. Can I watch the turkey parade?"

Tade said, "It's not on TV yet. You'll need to wait a while. You want to watch Sesame Street?"

"Yes please. Can I have a glass of milk and a cookie?"

"Yes to milk, no to the cookie."

"Oh Daddy, please."

"No. You must have a good breakfast first. How about cereal?"

"Mummy, can I have a cookie?"

"Vivian, you are not going to play that game. If daddy says 'no' the answer is 'no.' Understand?"

"Oh, okay." She pouted and walked over to the fridge for the milk.

Tade turned to his mummy and asked, "Wonder where she learned to do that?"

"Don't look at me." She then turned to look at Steve who dropped his eyes and pretended to be reading the newspaper.

The morning was busy. Bukky and Tade prepared the food for her parents' feast, Steve and Vivian watched the 'turkey parade, ' and Ireti began the preparation for their Easter party dinner at a friend's house in Ikorodu.

Bukky did find time to call Onome and Roli to wish them a happy holiday. They ended up talking nearly 45 minutes on a conference call.


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One September morning, the News Editor called me to his office. A lady was already seated on one of the chairs facing him. I mumbled my greeting and took a seat.

"Yes, I sent for you," the Editor, a young, balding man began. "The young lady here, Miss Ette, has come to do her IT with us. Shell be working with you.

"She read Mass Communication in the university and had come to learn the practical aspect with us. Youre to put her through throughout her IT."

I nodded affirmatively. "That will be no problem, sir," I answered and turned to fully look at the lady in question.

Wait a minute, the face was familiar. I stared a bit more. Was this not one of my former students?

It seemed she instantly recognized me as she smiled. "Hello, Mr. Mayo Stephen," she greeted.

"Hello, lady. I definitely knew you somewhere. Where was that?"

She smiled expansively while the editor looked on.

"So, you knew each other?"

She nodded. "Yes, Uncle Mayo here was my former lesson teacher."

Now, I got it. This lady was either Martha or Margaret.

"Yes, yes," I said. "Now, I remember. How're you, lady?"

Since I wasnt sure which of the twins, I decided not to mention any name, yet.

"I'm fine," she replied. "I'm just about to complete my first degree program."

I nodded, happy for her. "Yes, I can see that. That's good. How about your sister?"

She solved the puzzle of identity with her answer. "Martha is doing well too. She's a student of law."

I nodded again. "Good to hear that. II' happy to hear that."

"Alright," the Editor put in. "Take her to your desk and let the job start."

I smiled as I stood up. "As I said, sir, that will be no problem."

She stood up too and followed me to the space where my office desk was.

"So, this is your face, Maggie. It's been years now. How are you?"

"Fine." She smiled. "I'm fine."

"Please, sit down."

I sat on my seat and could now fully stare at her. Briefly, my mind went back to the time I was taking them in lessons. How naughty she and her sister were!

Of course, I should have known this was Maggie. However, I could be pardoned. She had changed. The face remained the same, although quite chubby. The biggest change was that she had transformed from the girlish figure to a pretty, young lady. Yes, Maggie was a full grown lady now.

"So youre a journalist now,” she said, as if she could not believe that she would find me there.

IInodded happily. "Yes. Ive been on this job for about three years. Hows your mum?"

"She is fine."

"And your sister?"

"She is fine too. She will be very surprised when I inform her that you work here now."

We chatted like old friends who were glad to be reunited, even if temporarily. Some minutes later, we left the office for an assignment. The Lagos state Commissioner of Education would be giving a press conference at the state secretariat in Alausa, Ikeja by mid-day.

Along with Maggie, we were one of the press crews that covered the event. We didnt return to the office until about three p.m. I compiled my news reports, showing her how to do that.

When it was few minutes to five, I decided that I had had enough work for the day.

"Where do you stay?" I asked her.

She looked surprised by the question. "With my parents at Ikeja, of course."

"Ah, yes". I nodded.

"What about you? Where do you stay?"

"I stay with my family at Alapere."

She looked totally surprised. "You're married?"

"Yes, I am. I also have a daughter."

"Wow!"

That was amusing. Did Maggie still expect me to remain unmarried?

The television office was at Maryland. "Let me give you a lift to Ikeja, I offered."

"Okay." She was eager to accept the offer. We went to the car park and to my Toyota Camry car.

"It's a nice ride," she complimented.

"Thank you."

We entered the car and I kicked the engine into life. The car air-conditioning system was as good as brand new. I was always glad to switch it on and to find it working at full capacity.

"So, you're married?" she said again.

"Yes."

"Hmn."

Whatever that meant.

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Debby soon brought good luck because two weeks after she was born, I got an invitation to interview in an independent television station. I prepared very well for the interview. Despite my lack of previous experience in electronic medium, I was shortlisted.

Few days after the interview, I was employed to work as education correspondent. The remunerations were mouth-watering and I was glad to get the job. New Time television would undoubtedly offer me the opportunity explore my dream of working for a television station.

I learnt fast and put my best in the job. As education correspondent, I was on a familiar turf, so to say. From state Ministry of Education to the federal ministry; higher institutions, external examination bodies, and the likes, I became immersed in my job.

Few weeks after I started, my first major and intriguing story was a sex tape scandal from Atlascope University, a private university. The leaked recording went viral and the onus fell on me to investigate. I went to the campus and made discreet enquiries. I finally met the young lady, the under graduate student, who made the tape. It was a secret video recording of the sex scene she had with a senior lecturer in her department.

The publicity forced the university to conduct its own investigation. At the end of the enquiries, the lecturer a senior lecturer in his mid-fifties - was dismissed from service and charged to court for sexual assault.
Now, I found my job really interesting.

Three years after I started the job, I continued to be doing very well. The news editor and some other senior colleagues attested to this. I had got some written commendations and even some awards for my diligent work. I might still be behind some veterans I met on the job, but I was not doing bad in my news coverage, investigations and exposes. One September morning, the News Editor called me to his office. A lady was already seated on one of the chairs facing him. I mumbled my greeting and took a seat.

'Yes, I sent for you," the Editor, a young, balding man began. 'The young lady here, Miss Ette, has come to do her IT with us. Shell be working with you. She read Mass Communication in the university and had come to learn the practical aspect with us. Youre to put her through throughout her IT."

I nodded affirmatively. "That will be no problem, sir," I answered and turned to fully look at the lady in question. Wait a minute, the face was familiar. I stared a bit more. Was this not one of my former students?

It seemed she instantly recognized me as she smiled. "Hello, Mr. Mayo Stephen", she greeted.

"Hello, lady. I definitely knew you somewhere. Where was that?"

She smiled expansively while the editor looked on. "So, you knew each other?"

She nodded. "Yes, Uncle Mayo here was my former lesson teacher."

Now, I got it. This lady was either Martha or Margaret.



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