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CHAPTER 8
Melania walked into an eatery located very close to her house, the first public appearance she was making after her private pictures hit the internet. Even thought and suggested it was best if she left the country, but her Lawyer and friends think it is best if she put the issue behind her and move on. Even though she has sued her ex-boyfriend whom she believed is responsible for the leak. As she walked in with the worms in her stomach protesting, All eyes turned towards her direction. People will talk, some will even go as far as saying it to your face, but pay them no heed. It shows how strong you are and before you know it, the scandal will be forgotten. Those were the words of her lawyer earlier in the morning when she told him she wanted to go out for a bite. With the words ringing at the back of her mind, she ignored the stares and murmurs and made her way to the counter. “Good morning here.” She said to the attendant who only nodded. “Rice and chicken and hollandia yoghurt.” She ordered. “Take away or plate?” The attendant asked. Even though for a start, she has been advised to take things slow. Which means buying food and taking it home, she felt she was strong enough to sit and eat on public without caring about the stares. “Plate please.” She replied. She waited for a while before her meal was served on a tray. She carried the tray, located an empty table and started walking towards it. “Is she the one?” A voice asked as she walked past a table of four. “She is.” A male voice replied. “It’s all over the internet. If you see her naked body, there is nothing spectacular about it.” “All these celebrity b!tches are fake. Fake eyelashes, fake boobs, you name it. It’s all fake.” The first voice replied. “Do not judge her appearance or private looks. Blame the idiot who leaked the pictures.” A feminine voice replied. “Blame the b!tch who sent or allowed an idiot to take her naked pictures.” A masculine voice replied. It is a known fact that when it comes to bullying the female folks on mistakes made by the two gender, the male folks are at the forefront. In an event of a woman having more than one sexual partners, men who are the partners derive joy in slut-shaming such woman, forgetting that the sex took place between the woman and ‘men.’ “It is high time you men started bullying women on a mistake both gender made.” The lady continued. “A guy requested for his woman’s nudes, that’s wrong. The woman obliged out of trust. That is also wrong. But here you are blaming the woman as if she sent the nude along with a good morning message.” Melania had had enough of the talk about her and all she wanted to do at that moment was storm out of the eatery, but one way or another she found herself at the table where talks about her seems to be the subject of the discussion. “You know what? People make mistakes, I’ve made mine, I’ve learnt and I am on the verge of moving on. Even though this will be a scar for life, but I will weather through it and I suggest you drop my story, pick up yours and make something out of your lives.” As if she had crammed it, she poured everything down. By the time, she was done, she was breathing really hard, and loosing her breathe. Everything started spinning before her eyes, pictures became blur and the sound from the eatery’s television sounded distant and far off. She could feel more pairs of eyes on her now, just that they all had looks of fear and pity. All of a sudden, it appears she was heading to the ground, but before hitting the ground, a pair of strong arms grabbed her, lifted her off her feet and ran out of the eatery. “What’s wrong with her?” A security man asked. “Don’t know, she just collapsed.” Joel replied as he stopped to think of his next move. “Any hospital close to this place?” He asked. “There is a private hospital three streets away.” The security replied. Shouts of Uncle! Can be heard from inside as one of the eatery’s attendant ran outside with a bunch of keys. “The key belongs to her. Looks like her car key.” “Is it remote? Press the unlock button, let us know which one is her car here.” Joel said to the lady who did as she was told and a black colored Mercedes Benz 230 flashed it’s headlight. Joel made a run for the car and the attendant followed.
On the other side of the Island;
Natasha had a satisfied smile of her face as sipped from the cup of wine before her. Two hours ago, Audrey exchanged vows with her long time boyfriend at the Church and here they were at the reception. People from all walks of life are in attendance, relatives, friends and acquaintances were present. As difficult as if was to accept that her best friend is no longer a spinster, she was happy that Audrey is the first of them all to get married, because remembering the story of her love life, one would think she will die being single. All her life, Audrey has only dated one guy, but has been heartbroken more than five times by this same guy. She took more breaks from dating than people who have had more than a partner. She cried her eyes out for him more than people who dated two three men. But here she was, getting married to the guy she has always dated since secondary school. “Are you enjoying yourself?” Tasha asked her Uncle and Aunt who sat at the sane table with herself and Philip. They were all dressed in a uniformed attire, what is known as Aso ebi. One thing that distinguishes a Yoruba party from all other tribes’ party. It is a known fact that the Yorubas love parties that they can organize a party to celebrate the success of a previous party. And wear a different Aso ebi for different hours of the party. “Where is Philip?” Her aunt asked alarmed. It is happening all over again, the same reason she doesn’t take Philip to parties. He always ended up getting missing. “He must have gone off chasing balloons.” Tasha replied based on what happened the last time they went to a wedding ceremony. “And you know I didn’t want to bring him, but you insisted.” She added. “Audrey insisted.” Her Aunt replied. “By the way, is Raymond not coming?” “He said he would. He is expected to close a deal at work today.” Tasha replied. “Okay o.” She needed not to be told how unconvinced her Aunt sounded. “Trust me, he’ll come.” The live band performing on stage stopped singing as the Master of the Ceremony, a very popular comedian continued where he stopped before the music break. “Ladies and gentlemen, history is about to made.” He began. “In the next few minutes, you will witness history and hear some things no one has heard until now.” He paused. “We have some young billionaires in our midst, Ladies and gentlemen, welcome on stage, Mr. Raheem Badmus, co-CEO of RayRah oil to give a speech about the newly married couple.” From where she sat, Tasha could see Raheem approaching the stage with a thunderous applause following him. “Thank you.” He said to the MC as he collected the microphone. “Does Raheem ever go anywhere if Raymond is not there?” Dr. Ayeni who has been silent asked. “No sir.” Tasha replied. Which means Raymond is here. She thought as she brought out her phone to call him. Raheem kept the guest entertained with his speech about the couple, especially the groom. “Just before I leave, I want to tell a story.” He paused. “A few weeks ago, I and my friend visited a friend’s store. Tori’s place to get some stuffs and today my very good friend has taken the permission of the couple to do what needs to be done.” “Also, my friend Raymond is running for the Senate in the upcoming general elections. He picked up his nomination form at the ruling party state headquarters earlier today. We are counting on you for support come the general elections.” The hall went into frenzy as applause followed. “We are never too young to run. Raymond John, where art thou?” Just as planned, Raymond had followed the backdoor into the hall and was approaching the table where the Ayenis sat. “Tasha, what’s up?” Raheem asked as soon as Tasha locked eyes with him. “Tasha, someone’s here for you.” Doctor Ayeni called. She couldn’t believe her eyes as she turned to see Raymond on his knees with a shinny diamond ring. “Natasha, Will you marry me?” He popped the question. “I suggest you people look back because the history is already been made at the back.” Raheem announced and all eyes turned to the back. “Why didn’t you tell me about your Senate ambition?” Tasha whispered. “Not now Tash. We’ll talk about that later.” Raymond hushed her. “Mummy, say yes.” Philip popped up from behind with a smile. Tasha kept mute for a minute, thinking about life so far with Raymond and what to expect from committing the rest of her life to him. It is worth the risk. “Yes, yes, yes.” She replied as Raymond slid the ring on her finger and kissed her passionately. “For a moment I thought you would say no.” He whispered. “For a moment, I knew I was never gonna say no.” She replied as they laughed.
To be continued

CHAPTER 7


Joel returned home very tired and worn out having
trekked for most part of his return home from the
restaurant. He was lucky to meet one of his cousin’s
neighbor driving home and he gave him a ride for the
rest of the journey back home.
He laid down lifelessly as his heart beat faster than
usual and his legs shook even as there were no
pressures on them.
His mind wandered back to his meeting with Natasha.
She was still as beautiful and classy as ever, but the
height of the meeting was getting to see his son for the
first time since his birth, even though the boy doesn’t
know he was meeting his father, he(the father) knew he
was meeting his son.
He felt his pocket for his phone.
Just then the door into the living room opened and his
cousin walked in.
“Hey cuz!” Ike, his cousin called as soon as he
walked into the brightly lit living room.
“Welcome bro.” Joel replied not moving an inch.
“I bought pepper soup. Fish and beef.” Like said as
he settled down on one of the sofas and proceeded to
emptying the contents of the plastic bag he held.
“I chose not to be fooled.” Joel replied not making an
attempt to move, after all, the last time Ike came home
with the news that he bought pepper soup, turned out
he bought roasted plantain, fried fish and groundnut.
Ike ignored him as he emptied the content of the bag.
He proceeded to drop a mini-sized carton of beer on
the table.
The sound of bottles was what piqued Joel’s interest
and the odour that followed made him restless.
Ike would only take beer if there was pepper soup. And
take pepper soup if there was beer. The sound of bottle
means there is beer.
He stood up immediately and sat on the nearest sofa.
“I thought you were joking.” He said as he grabbed a
bottle and gulped the content.
Regular drinkers will tell that it is better to drink a beer
when it is good because it intoxicate less in that state.
“What’s the occasion?” Just as an after thought,
Joel asked.
“I figured you had a bad day and wanted you to
forget it.” Ike replied.
Joel laughed hysterically that he almost choked on
pepper. “What made you think I had a bad day?” He
asked.
“I don’t know.” Ike replied. “Okay, tell me how your
day went.”
Joel took a large chunk from the fish before starting
the story of how his day went.
“The day went well. I met Tasha at KFC and my boy
was with her.” He began.
“What’s his name?”
“Philip. That was the name we agreed to name our
first son when we get married.” Joel replied. “The boy
is cute, though I can’t say if we share much
resemblance, but if anything, he is just as persuasive
as I am.”
“The boy know you are his father?” Ike queried.
“Not exactly, we are kinda taking it slow.” Joel
replied.
“How slow?” Ike asked, his time depicting shock and
surprise. “Did you know what she has told the boy
about his father? She will only demand that you take
things slow if she has given the boy a different tale
about his father.”
“That cannot be true. Tasha doesn’t want to rush
the little boy because it could affect him.”
“A boy of that age is curious to know who his
father is. Nothing can be too much, except she has told
him a lie before now.” Ike explained. “You watch
Nollywood, don’t you? Wake up man.”
The picture was starting to form slowly before Joel.
“Do you think I should call her?” He asked.
“Why would you call her?”.
“To know if she got home safe and to know how my
boy is.” Joel replied.
“Do you have to appear needy and desperate? Why
can’t she call you?” Ike asked. “And by the way, if you
guys spent only two hours together, you should have
been home since or did you go out?”
That was when it hit Joel that he hadn’t told the story
of his lost wallet.
“Bro, I lost my wallet today and the as so
embarrassed cos Tasha had to pay for the things we
took.” Joel replied.
“Still hasn’t answered my question.”
“I trekked.” Joel replied.
The laughter that followed his response made him
regret telling his cousin the truth.
“Your ancestors been trekking since the time of
Moses across the red sea.” Ike added.
Joel stood up, grabbed a bottle of beer and walked out
of the living room.
“I know you want to go and call her, and I promise
you it is a wrong move at the wrong time.” Ike said to
him as he shut the door behind him.

———–

Tasha was sitting alone inside the living room, the
television was on, where a group of football analysts
were arguing on top of their voices as if God was going
to reward them. She half listened to the TV programme
and the remaining part of her attention scrolled through
various Instagram posts.
Her mind drifted off into the activities of the day which
started with a visit to the Pastor who had invited her
for a prayer session. The Pastor in his usual self made
sure she left with something to think about. The man
of God had seen a vision concerning Philip and had
given a warning and how to avert possible problems.
Even though she doesn’t consider herself much of a
Christian, she is simply a church goer who listen to the
word of God through His servants and she never fail to
pay her tithe. She doesn’t follow the doctrine, neither
does she obey all the fundamental rules, but if one
thing, she fears having Pastors see vision about her,
especially the not so good ones.
“Madam, your son is destined for greatness but he
is going to face some tribulations. He has a lot of
battles to fight. To win those battles, he needs you.”
The Man of God had begun. “I know he is a little
troublesome, but the Lord says the boy is lacking
something.” He continued. “Even though he will win the
battles, his stubbornness may prevent him from
winning.”
By this time, Natasha’s heart was pounding and one
could see through her chest. “Where is his father?” The
Pastor asked.
Tasha knew there was no point lying to the man of
God. “We are presently not together, but he is here in
Lagos.”
“A father figure is all your boy needs to face his
battles and win them squarely.” The Pastor
announced. “Peace be unto you my daughter.”
Tasha thanked the Man of God as she exited the
Pastors office into the receptionist’s office where Philip
who had excused them earlier sat.
“Let’s go darling.” Tasha said as they both left the
Church premises.
That was how her session with the Pastor went. It was
after they left the church that they met with Joel at the
eatery.
Talking of Joel. He is Philip’s father and if Philip
needed a father figure, the figure has to come from his
biological father, or by Father figure, the pastor meant
any adult male?
Maybe Raymond will be the father figure Philip needs.
She thought.
Her vibrating phone caught her attention. It was a call
from an unknown number. Unknown because the
number was not saved on her phone, but judging from
the arrangement, the number has been calling her
everyday in the last few days and she has become
familiar with it.
“Hello.” She answered.
“Hello, Tasha.” Joel’s voice came on. “Is this a
good time?” He asked.
“Not exactly.” She replied with a frown.
“Oh! Sorry for disturbing you, I just wanted to know
if you got home safely.” He said.
“We did, thank you.” She replied.
There was silence at the other end. “Okay, goodnight.”
“Wait! Wait! Wait!” Tasha screamed just before he
could end the call.
“Yeah?” Joel asked.
Another moment of silence followed. “I wanted to ask
about your wallet, how did you fix yourself?” She
asked.
Joel chuckled. “I trekked back home.” He answered.
“Seriously?” Tasha asked, concern evident in her
voice.
“Yeah, I did.” He replied. “You should see how tired
I was when I got home. My legs swollen and stuck.”
“You know you could have told me and I would have
given your transport fare?” She asked.
“I know, but I couldn’t, because, seeing you after
five years and asking for money sounds somehow.
Even the food you paid for embarrassed me.” He
replied.
“Okay, I could have given you a ride.” She said.
“I hate to inconvenient people.” He replied.
“You haven’t changed one bit.” She chuckled.
“Neither have you. Still high handed and strict.” He
replied.
“I have to go now, thanks for checking up.”
“It’s the least I can do.” He replied. “Goodnight.”
The line went dead before he could ask when next
they’ll see. But nonetheless, he enjoyed the
conversation. It reminded him of five years ago when
all was good between them.
Maybe we can get back together. He thought as he
returned into the house to relay the news to his cousin.


To be Continued

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CHAPTER 6

After days of arguing, Tasha agreed to take her son to meet his father. Not that she had much of a choice, but her reluctance to do it was the main reason for the argument between herself and her Aunt’s husband. And one Saturday morning, at exactly 11:56, she drove into the premises of KFC, a very popular fast food retail restaurant in company of her son. “Mummy, you know I don’t like KFC.” Philip complained. “I know, I just want to meet an old friend and we will leave for Shoprite.” Tasha replied. “But on a couple of conditions.” She added. “What conditions?” The little boy asked. “You only speak when spoken to.” She began. “You are not to question the person we are meeting. Not for anything, not even for his name.” “Is that all?” He asked. “Yes.” She replied. “Let’s go in.” Together, Mother and Son walked into the spacious restaurant which was bustling with people and activities, typical Saturdays. Joel sat alone in a corner with a pack of yoghurt and a half filled cup. “There he is.” She said to Philip as they headed towards the extreme end of the restaurant. Joel stood up immediately he noticed Tasha’s presence. “Hello Natasha.” He greeted opening his arms for a hug. But got a handshake instead. “It’s been ages.” He added. “Please sit.” Pointing to an empty chair at his table. “Is this my….” he caught himself before he could do any damage by breaking their agreement. “Is this your son?” “Yeah, Philip, say hi to my old friend.” Tasha said to the young boy who extended his hand for a handshake with Joel. “Joel.” He said taking the young boy’s hand. “What should they give you?” He asked, even though he secretly prayed that they should decline his request. “We are fine. Thanks.” Natasha declined curtly. “I want Ice cream mum.” Philip replied. “Don’t mind him. He can be mischievous at times.” “No, let him have whatever he wants.” Joel cuts in. “Even you.” He went further. “Don’t mind her and she won’t accept if someone else were to turn down her offer to buy them food.” Philip said. “Tell me more.” Joel requested. “I thought you two are friends, how come you don’t know that about her?” Philip asked. “Old friends. Actually, the last time we met, you weren’t born then….” “Philip, go get yourself a plate of ice cream now.” More like sending him away, Tasha said to Philip who left the table immediately for the freezer. Once the little boy was out of the scene, he faced Tasha expectantly. “What are you doing?” She asked. He knew that face and he could tell she was angry. “Bonding with the boy.” Joel replied. “You call that bonding? Doesn’t look like it. We had an agreement not to bring up any issue that could cause tension.” “And I have kept to my end of the bargain so far.” Joel replied. “Why bring up his birth or anything within that region?” She asked. Joel kept quiet for a while before speaking up, this time with precision and anger. “I hope you know this is my son we are talking about. I have as much right to him as you do. And I don’t need any agreement before I can have access to him.” His voice was calm, but Tasha knew how much each word weighed, but she had the perfect card. “Your son? The one you have been there for right?” She asked. Just then, Philip returned with a plate of ice cream. Without noticing the tension between the two adults, he sat with them and paid them no attention as he licked the cream. Twenty minutes, later, one of the attendants approached Joel with the bill. “One thousand fifty naira?” He asked to be sure. “Yes sir, cash or POS?” She asked. “Cash please.” Joel replied as he dipped his hand into his pocket. But what started as dipping his hand into his pocket led to him dipping his hands into his pockets. His wallet was missing. Even if he doesn’t have much money in there, he still had enough to foot the bills. But where is the wallet. “I think I’ve lost my wallet with the cash in it.” He announced. “Turns out we will use POS then.” He added. Only then did he realize he kept his debit card inside the wallet. He could feel the embarrassment which would follow and he braced himself for it. “Here.” Tasha said to the attendant as she handed her cash. The attendant collected the money and left after muttering thanks. “Thank you.” Joel muttered silently as they left the eatery. “It’s nothing. Shit happens.” They came to a halt before a white Nissan Murano. Tasha pressed the unlock button on the remote key and the SUV flashed it’s headlights. “Nice ride.” Joel complimented. “Thanks.” She mouthed. Before she could react, he opened the door to the driver’s side for her and shut it once she sat comfortably behind the wheel. “Drive safely.” He said as she wound down the window to thank him. “Philip, be good okay?” He waved at the boy who sat on the passenger seat. For the first time in two hours, Tasha smiled as she thanked him once again. She backed the car out of the parking lot and drove off. Joel stood watching as the car slowly joined the highway and once it was out of sight, he started to think of how to get home. But if there was anything he achieved even amidst all the losses, he met his son and spoke to him. Not in a ‘father-capacity’ but he knew it was only a matter of time. He concluded as he pocketed his hands and bounced out of the parking lot with no plan of how to get home. ——— The time was 7:30pm and a Saturday, the normal ‘girls’ night out’ day for Victoria and her friends. Melania is a twenty six years old Nigerian-American. She is a fashion designer and make up artiste by profession. Owner of a couture who have handled so many high profile makeovers for high profile Nigerians. Amina is a twenty five years old daughter of a former governor of Kebbi state and a medical doctor at the Lagos State Teaching hospital. They are the three musketeers or what is known as the ‘three musketees’ judging from their gender. They are all successful ladies in their respective fields and what most Nigerians call independent women, high class chics. “What’s new with you Amina?” Tori asked. “Nothing much except that I save lives everyday, nothing else.” Amina replied. Even with the noise at the bar, the ladies could still hear themselves and have what they call fun. “What about you Tori?” Amina asked. “How was the Abuja workshop. Was the President hot in person?” Tori laughed at the question. “You tell me. Your dad was governor when the President was campaigning and I’m sure you met him then.” “No, he wasn’t President then.” Amina replied. “After his victory he went on a thank you trip across the country and he visited Kebbi state…” “At a time when my father was no longer governor.” Seeing that Amina had answers to all her questions; “The President is actually hot. For a man in his fifties, he is.” She said. “But not my type.” “I know, you love them young. Melania may be interested.” Amina replied. Surprisingly, Melania has been quiet all evening as she was busy on her phone. “Melly, sure you are with us?” Tori asked. “You said?” She asked. “Everything okay?” Amina queried. “Yeah, everything is fine. Check Instagram and see.” The two ladies brought out their phones and opened the Instagram app. A loud gasp and oh my God was the reaction from the two ladies. “Is it Photoshop? Is this real?” Tori asked. “Yeah.” Melania choked on her response as she bursted into tears. As if that was all they needed, the people at the bar were starting to catch a whiff of the happenings as hands could be seen pointing towards the three beautiful ladies who sat alone in the bar. Turns out, Melania’s nude pictures have just been leaked on the internet by her estranged boyfriend who felt hurt with the way their relationship ended and has repeatedly threatened to release the pictures, but she called his bluff. “Let’s get you out of here.” Tori suggested as she led the way while Amina held Melania as they walked amidst stares and people going as far as wanting to ask her.
To be continued

CHAPTER 5

Preparation is in top gear for Audrey’s wedding, with the wedding seven days away and the groom due in the country two days away. The members of both families and friends have decided to host a small dinner party. Natasha who is a trained publicist was in charge of the party and one hour into the event, one can say it is a success already. There was enough to eat and drink, and the music was just about right for the different people present. While it is a party for the people at the top of the ladder, the age difference meant the music had to appeal to both young and old. And female soul musician, Asa seem a good pick. “Tasha, you should take a break. The maids will handle the rest.” Audrey’s mother said to Natasha. “I appreciate your concern mum, but I need to do this.” Natasha replied. “But nobody wants a tired looking Chief Bridesmaid on their wedding.” The old lady added. “I understand your concern mum, but this is the last running around I can do for Audrey. Let me just do it.” “Okay, if you insist. How is Philip? And Raymond?” “They are both fine. Raymond traveled to Abuja for a Presidential workshop.” Natasha replied. “That’s wonderful.” The old lady replied. “Anyway, enjoy yourself.” With this, she walked away. The party continued with Tasha running around and ensuring that there was no problem. “Attention everybody.” Audrey’s father said hitting his cup with a spoon. The music died down and all eyes fell on him. “It is time to make a toast.” He added. The next few seconds saw everyone having their cups refilled. “To Natasha, the young woman who made this gathering possible and enjoyable.” “Cheers.” Everyone chorused with their cups raised. Tasha felt a vibration in his hand. Her phone was ringing. She took a step away from the gathering. “Hello darling.” She said on picking up. “Hello Tasha, I just landed at the airport. Can you please come and pick me up?” Raymond asked. “Now?” She asked. “Yes, now.” He replied. “Why don’t you call the house and let them send a driver to you?” “I just feel like having you pick me up.” He insisted. Tasha knowing, argument will lead them nowhere conceded. “Give me half an hour, I’ll be there.” “Okay.” With this the line went dead. Tasha returned into the house in search of a familiar face. “Where have you been?” Leticia asked. “I went to receive a call.” She replied. “Please, I have to run now. There is an emergency and tell Audrey.” “Everything okay?” Leticia asked. “Yeah.” With this, she left for where her car was parked. And a little over a minute later, she drove out. —— Doctor Ayeni has just closed from work and is about heading home. After more than twenty years in service as a medical doctor in state owned hospitals across Lagos state, and brief stints as consultants in some Federal government owned teaching hospitals across the South West, he was two years ago appointed as the Chief Medical Officer of Lagos state University teaching hospital. A position he has handled very well so far which has led to him getting recognitions and awards. Just two years into his tenure as the CMO, he has revamped the teaching hospital and even though state owned, it can compete with Federal government owned hospitals, in terms of equipments and service delivery. “Let me have your bag sir.” A young doctor requested as they met in the hallway leading to the elevator. “Thank you son. Your name is?” “Thompson sir.” The young doctor replied. “I am running my house man ship here. From Lagos state university.” “That’s very nice. You know I studied medicine in the University of Ibadan, had my house man ship in UCH, worked briefly at UCH, then came to LUTH around 1994, the rest they said is history.” The elderly doctor said. “Around the time I was born.” Thompson replied. “What do you say about joining us here? We could use as much brains as we could get. And it is high time we started stepping aside for the younger generation.” Doctor Ayeni asked. By now, the elevator had started to descend. “It will be a dream come true sir.” Thompson replied. “Let me know whenever your residency ends, so we can work something out.” The two men walked out of the elevator into the lobby before proceeding out of the hospital complex into the garage. “Mind if I give you a ride?” “I will appreciate it sir.” Thompson replies as he followed the senior doctor to a designated parking space marked CMO. “Good evening sir.” A voice greeted from behind. “Good evening doctor.” The voice came again. Doctor Ayeni paid no attention to the voice because he knew it was one of the security men asking for ‘something to hol body’ as they call it. “Doctor Ayeni.” Came the voice again. Doctor Ayeni turned to face the voice and standing before him in flesh was a former employee of his, Joel. The one who impregnated his Sister-in-law, putting her future in jeopardy. How much he still despises the young man. ——– Natasha brought her car to a halt just before the shed inside the parking lot where Raymond stood with his bags. She got down and ran into his arms. “I missed you.” He said, planting a kiss on her lips. “How was the workshop and the flight?” She asked, helping him drop his luggage on the backseat. “The workshop is great as always and the flight is just like every domestic flight in this country.” He replied. “I’m sorry for cutting short your fun at Audrey’s party.” “It’s not a big deal.” She replied. The drive continued for minutes until they were stucked in the traffic. “You know, I’ve been thinking or leaving my present job to establish my own company.” She said. After waiting for a response without any forthcoming, she faced Raymond only to realize he was asleep. “Tired much huh?” She asked as she wound up the car windows and let the air conditioner whistle slowly. Twenty minutes later, there was still not a progress with the traffic and Tasha was beginning to get impatient. The reason she doesn’t drive at night in the city. Her vibrating phone cut short her thoughts. “Hello sir.” She answered when she realized it was Doctor Ayeni. ——— Doctor Ayeni was stucked in the traffic too on his drive home, but not because the traffic was unavoidable, buy because he had wasted a lot of time in the hospital chatting up with the August visitor he met in the parking lot. “Hello, Tasha.” He said as soon as the call got connected at the other end. “Hello sir.” Tasha answered. “Where are you? Can you come home tonight?” He asked. “I don’t think so. I’m in the traffic presently and as soon as I am able to move, I will have to pass the night at Raymond’s, it’s closer.” She replied. “Okay, there seem to be a little problem.” Doctor Ayeni began. “Joel came to me at work today and was asking after his child.” “How did he know your place of work?” Tasha asked an obviously stupid question. “Everyone in Lagos knows where I work.” Doctor Ayeni replied. “Anyway, he wants to see his son.” “No way. He has no son here. The boy is mine and mine alone, the father his dead and dead he shall remain.” She replied hotly. “Calm down. He is not coming in as a father figure. He just wants to see him. And from all I saw, he doesn’t have what it takes to be a man not to talk of being a father. He is not going to be a problem.” “Better be cos I cannot afford bring another man into Phillip’s life.” A loud blaring honk from a heavy duty truck from behind made Tasha realize that the traffic was moving. And out of shock, she stepped on the gas causing the car to jerk forward. Raymond woke up with a start. “What’s the matter?” He asked. “I’ve got this.” Tasha replied. A white Sedan overtook Tasha but not without the occupants throwing water at her car which was stopped by the window. “That is for keeping us waiting.” A voice screamed. “Who were you talking to?” Raymond asked. “What?” “You were on a call. Who was it?” He asked again. “Doctor.” She replied. “The conversation seems tensed. Everything okay?” He asked. For a moment, Tasha felt like opening up, but realizing how sensitive Raymond is, she decided against it. “Everything is fine.” She replied.

To be Continued

CHAPTER 4

It was the third and final day of the Presidential Youths-In
Business Conference. A three day workshop
programme organized by the ministry of Youth and
sports in conjunction with the ministry of Labour and
productivity as part of the president’s campaign for a
second term.
One hundred young men and women entrepreneurs
were invited across the thirty six states, and the three
days worship which started with a town hall meeting
with the ministers and key presidential aides on
matters concerning youths and youth empowerment
was followed by a three hours conference with the
Commander in Chief of the Armed Forces of the
Federal Republic of Nigeria. The president who vowed
to make the youth his number one priority if reelected
pledged to assist them in expanding their businesses
and getting them the licence to operate in heights they
have never been in before.
Today being the final day of the conference will see
the participants been treated to a presidential banquet
between the hour of five and nine on the PM side.
Raymond Williams has been selected as one of five
participants from Lagos state which is considered as
the commercial hub of Nigeria and therefore the reason
for having five participants. States like Anambra, Abia,
Rivers were also give four slots each considering how
industrious their people are and how viable the states
are in terms of business and investment as well as how
enabling the environments are.
Raymond who spoke for the group of entrepreneurs
highlighted the major problems youths are facing in the
country, while advising the government introduce new
courses in the Universities, especially capacity building
courses. Courses that enable youths take risks and go
into business and not learn a bunch of theories and
theorems over a period of four years only to join the
overcrowded labour market unable to practice. He
admonished the president to make youth empowerment
his major plan for his second term while reiterating the
youth’s massive support to his ambition.
The President on his part had thanked the youth for
honoring the invite while also pledging to do more in
the aspect of youth empowerment and support for
SMEs and a lot more. He also advised that the ICT
sector be kept alive as a never seen before form of
investigative journalism and quick access to
information lies in the sector. He also took out time to
laud the youths who are frontrunners in the oil and gas
sectors, particularly the ones who own oil exploration
companies as well as those in the energy sector of
recycling renewable energy.
Raymond smiled as he swiped through his phone’s
picture gallery reliving the moments from the meeting
with the Commander in Chief. This was his third time
attending the workshop, having been invited four years
ago, two years ago, last year and the present year’s
edition. A sharp knock from the door interrupted his
thoughts.
“Come in.” He said, not minding who it is at the door.
But this is a Presidential guest house inside the Aso Rock,
nothing can possibly go wrong. Or so he thought.
A sexy Victoria walked into the room clad in a
sleeveless gown which stopped just above the knee
and a set of gold earrings, chain and Luis Vuitton
clutch.
“Tori, what’s up?” Even though he wasn’t surprised
to see her, he knew it was only a matter of time before
she came calling after he had ran into her on the day
the workshop began.
“I’m fine, how about you?” She replied.
“I’m just fine.”
By now she was standing next to him as he sat at the
foot of the bed. “By the way you look presidential.
From your carriage to you your articulation. You should
consider running for office one day.”
Aside his childhood friend; Raheem, the only person
closest to being his friend is Victoria. Their families
have been friends even before their births and being
only two years older than she is, they became friends
right from the first time they met and through high
school and the University they kept their bond. Making
it a triangle with Raheem. Even though Raymond had
secretly crushed on Victoria, he never made his
intentions known because he saw her as a sister.
“How has been the workshop?” Raymond asked.
“I can’t complain. I mean, we’ve been treated
Presidential so far and that’s the climax.” She replied
with a chuckle.
She took step closer to Raymond until she was inches
closer. She held his collar, pulled him towards her just
then his phone rang. Being at arms length with the
phone on the bed, she reached for it and handed it over
to him, but not without taking a peek at the name and
the picture of the caller attached.
And it struck her; she had met the caller.
“Hello Sweetheart.” Raymond said into the receiver
as he excused himself from her.


————
Four hours later;

The day’s programme was over and the male
participants representing their various states sat
across a table inside the hotel’s bar.
Raymond sat inside the hotel bar with a couple of
friends he had met since the beginning of the
workshop. They discussed the state of the nation, the
economy, their businesses their chances at capturing
political power at various levels.
“Usman, fancy becoming the governor of Kano one
day?” Someone asked.
“We are taking over one day.” A young Northerner
replied with a smile. “I know Raymond has ambitions.
Am I right Ray?” Usman asked.
Raymond laughed. “Let it be heard here first. I am
going to the Senate in the next general election.”
There was a loud applause from the table as everyone
congratulated him.
“My Senator sir, can I work as your Personal
assistant?” A young man asked.
“You are my boss Sir.” Raymond replied.
The men continued to throw banter across the table.
“Waiter, get this table fresh drinks. On me.”
Raymond instructed.
“My Senator is living up to the office already.”
Usman hailed. “Even before election, you have won.”
He added and this was followed by a loud applause.
Two hours later, at around 1AM, they decided to call it
a night as each of the men took their leave at different
times.
One by one, they started to leave, but not without
dropping their complimentary cards.
After all, this year’s Presidential Youth in Business
Conference is not a waste after all. Raymond thought as
he staggered towards the elevator.
On the sixth floor, he walked out of the elevator and
made for his suit, barely conscious of anything.
He pushed the door to his suite open, and the sight he
beheld was the last thing he was expecting. Lying on
the bed was a butt naked female figure in a pink
backless lingerie. He swallowed hard as he felt some
movement in his groin. In his drunken state, he
approached the figure and before he got to the bed, he
was only in briefs.
Two days later,
Raymond walked into the Business class of the Arik
air Lagos bound flight in company of his fellow
workshop participant from Lagos.
“Please fasten your seatbelt.” Came the warning
from the cockpit. “We are about to take off.”
Raymond glanced towards his right where Victoria
was seated.
“What happened in Abuja stays in Abuja.” He said
as a reminder.
Victoria only nodded in affirmative.


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CHAPTER 3


Joel is seated in his cousin’s living room watching a
movie on the television. Since his return to Lagos, he
had been squatting with his cousin who is two years
older and also doubles as his bestfriend having learned
the business of sale of building and construction
materials together.
“Joe Jo.” Ike, his cousin called as he walked into the
two bedroom flat which he inherited after his boss
traveled out of the country.
Ike is regarded as their boss’ favorite as he was the
only one who completed the three years he signed up
for and graduated as a certified professional. Unlike
the other apprentice including Joel who at one point or
the other ran away giving one flimsy excuse or the
other. Apart from the house, Ike had inherited his boss’
business which he has been managing and applying all
he had learnt into making it big. Joel had been
fortunate enough to have his boss sign on his
certificate before he traveled, which made him qualified
to practice anywhere in the world, and he had moved
back to the East where he set up a shop.
“Ike, how na?” Joel asked as he shook hands with
him. “How work?”
“Fine fine.” Ike replied as he settled down on a single
seater couch on the right of the three seater on which
Joel sat. “Guy! I met one babe this afternoon.” Of all
the good qualities Ike is blessed with which Joel is
envious of, there is one he detest; love for women and
anything in skirt. Ike so much love women that he
could spend his life savings on women whom he kept
on short term basis as he doesn’t have time for a real
relationship.
“All your life, you never come home with positive
news, it’s always about the woman you saw or the one
you wished you saw, why?” Joel asked.
“My brother, life is too short to be taken seriously.
Enjoy while you can. Women add to the bliss and
without them your enjoyment is a scam.”
Joel shook his head as he switched off the TV with the
remote and stood up. “Why you off the TV na?” Ike
asked angrily.
“Let’s visit Mama Chinwe’s joint.” Joel replied.
One jumped up excitedly. He not only enjoy going after
the opposite sex, he is also a drunk. It is often said that
you can’t like women without being a drunk. And with
Ike, the statement is true. Even though Joel is a drunk
too, his love for women is normal as it is in most men.
Two hours layer, Joel was on his sixth bottle while Ike
was opening the ninth.
“Madam, give me Star Radler.” Joel who is on the
verge of loosing himself requested. He knew Ike was
totally wasted and to avoid him being in such state, he
had to change his drink, hence the reason for the 2%
alcoholic drink.
“Give me one orijin and one fayrous.” A customer
from the back thundered. “Give me Goldberg.” “Give
me berbecue.” “two sharwamars abeg.” “We need
straw here o.” “Cup abeg.” The orders continued to fly
and the two attendant employed by Mama Chinwe to
assist herself and her daughter ran helter skelter to
attend to the customers. “Madam, I swear I will stop
coming here o. Imagine, I requested for catfish pepper
soup for the past thirty minutes and I have not been
served. The drinks are getting warm and I wasn’t given
a cup or straw.” An angry voice rained from the
extreme right of the big bar,making him the center of
attention.
“Oga, abeg no vex. Chinwe, is the fish not ready?”
Mama Chinwe, a middle aged woman called from her
desk where she handled finances.
“Almost ready ma.” A feminine voice responded
from a distance which Joel suspected to be the back of
the bar.
Moments later, a twenty year old young girl appeared
from behind the bar bearing a flat tray.
“Oga, your fish is ready.” Mama Chinwe said calmly
to pacify the man.
“Oga Ikechukwu, kedu.” The young girl greeted as
she passed their table. “Uncle Joel.” She curtsied.
“Chichi, when will you come to my house to greet
me?” A visibly drunk Ike asked.
“God forbid, my daughter will not visit a drunkard
like you.” Mama Chinwe replied.
“Madam, let your daughter mingle. Send her to we
your customers. Let us do stuffs to her, it encourages
us to come here next time.” Ike fired back. His
response was met with laughter from every corner of
the bar.
When the laughter had died down, Joel confirmed his
cousin’s drunken state, he proceeded into the reason
why he brought him out to drink.
“Nwanna, m mkpa indumodu.” (Brother, I need your
advice) Joel began.
“About what?” Ike asked calmly as if in a sober state.
“About my child in Doctor Ayeni’s house.”
“This is a big issue. You need to see the mother of the
child first, talk to her, explain things to her. You have
no business with the doctor. Samantha is the one to
make things easier for you. You don’t even know the
gender of the child.”
“Who is Samantha?” Joel asked.
“The mother. Abi what’s her name?”
“Natasha.” Joel corrected. “Remember I told you I
saw a small boy in her car the last I went to Doctor
Ayeni’s house? He could be…”
“The boy could be anybody. The doctor’s grandson,
or Natasha’s son from her husband.”
The thought of that sent shivers down his spine. She
couldn’t have gotten married so soon. It’s only been
five years. Five years is too short for a young lady to
deal with an unwanted pregnancy as a student.
“She can’t be married this soon.” Joel said.
“Probably, a rich Alhaji was in the waiting, ready to
accept her and the pregnancy. Look at you.” Ike
replied.
“Natasha will never marry an old man. She was full of
life, she wanted to start a life with a man who is as
inexperienced as she is.”
“And that man was a broke gardener in you?” Ike
asked, mockery evident in his tone.
“She saw my future, it is bright. Our future.”
Ike laughed out loud as he spilled his drink over the
table. “Who is the drunk one here? Me or you?” He
asked still laughing. “Your future is so bright, I need
shades.”
Joel was not in the least offender by his cousin’s
utterances, because he saw truth in most of his words
and that’s what he needed to hear.
“Just go meet Natasha, tell he the circumstances
under which you left. Of course, you are scared, her
Uncle threatened to have you arrested if he ever set his
eyes on you. Anybody in your shoes will run. If you two
are in love as you claimed, she will forgive you and
more so the child is yours.”
Joel kept quiet for a while; “What if the child is not
mine?”
“You are drunk.” Ike hissed as he got up, brought
out his wallet and signalled to one of the bar
attendants. “So you left Onitsha to Lagos for nothing?”
“It is just a possibility. It flashed through my mind.”
Joel tried to make him see reasons as they walked out
of the bar. “I mean, why will she treat me like a leper
the last time she saw me? I mean, seeing me for the
first time in five years.”
“Tell me will your sister will hug a man who
impregnated her, put her future in jeopardy and took
off only to return after five long years?” All the truth he
needed to hear was buried in Ike’s response.
Starting from tomorrow, I will seek Natasha’s audience
and make sure she sees reasons with me. He resolved
within himself.


—-


Preparation for Audrey’s wedding is in top gear. As in
the next three days she will be walking down the aisle
with her heart rob. Natasha who is the chief bridemade
has taken the week off from work to enable her do her
little part in the preparations. For the rest of the week,
she knew she is going to be Audrey’s driver around
town which is not a big deal, because considering the
kind of friend Audrey is, she deserves everything in the
world.
After spending the early part of the morning going over
some new trends, the bride to be suggested that they
have lunch in a restaurant close by.
“Is anything bothering your mind Tasha?” They
hadn’t settled down before Audrey threw the first
question.
Knowing Audrey as someone who hardly eat out,
Natasha knew there was a reason she asked them to
go out for lunch.
“Nothing at all.” Natasha lied.
“Poor attempt little princess, try again.” Truly, you
can lie to everybody, but not to a friend with whom you
have shared everything over the past decades including
the darkest secrets.
“Give me malt.” Audrey ordered.
“Aunty, what about you?” The waiters turned to
Natasha.
“Same thing with hot dog.”
“How many hot dogs?” The waiter asked.
“Once of course.”
After the waiter had taken their order, Audrey kept her
eyes glued on Natasha. Tasha on the other hand knew
the look.
“Okay, don’t swallow me, I will talk.” She conceded.
Audrey smiled. Such was the friendship she has
managed to build with Tasha, even when she left
Nigeria to study abroad, nothing much changed.
“Joel is in town.” Tasha said.
“Joel? Who is Joel?” A confused Audrey asked.
By now the waiter had return with their orders.
“Thanks.” Audrey mouthed.
“Don’t tell me you don’t know Joel, Philip’s father.”
Natasha replied.
“Oh!” Audrey exclaimed.
Come on, it’s been five…five long years. Five years during
which the name Joel and the person who bears the name
has been in absence, not been mentioned by anybody.
Everybody would forget who bears the name.
“What does he want?”
“You know.” Natasha replied. “They all want their
child back.”
“The child that they were not there for when he was
growing up? The pregnancy they abandoned is now
their child?” Audrey asked.
“I’m confused right now.” Tasha confessed.
“You have to do something fast as this can
jeopardize what you have with Raymond.”
“Are you suggesting that I ignore Joel?”
“Not exactly, but you are a smart woman. Figure it
out.”
Natasha left the restaurant more confused than ever
as Audrey was neither here nor there. Even though she
knew she had to do something real quick.


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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

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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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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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?

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