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FrankAkowe:
That nailed my intention as she got the massage.

‘I guess Ruth is lucky to have you,’ she muttered.

Our conversation drifted to other things, but I continued to be on guard.

About an hour later, we left the place and she drove ma back to the residential block.

‘Thanks for the moment we shared together,’ she said.

‘You’re the one I should thank. Good night.’

‘Good night.’

She engaged the gear and drove off.


* * *

A month to the introduction, I was really geared up to making a success of my prospective union with Ruth. I had saved some money even when I was still working at the advertising agency and it looked like the season of spending had finally come.

Ruth could adequately read the mood of the season and had some plans to make things easy for me. I got an alert on my bank account. I was surprised to see that two million naira was transferred to the account and it was from no other person than my dear Ruth.

I called her immediately.

‘Did you purposely transfer money into my account?’ I asked. ‘Or was it a mistake?’

‘It wasn’t a mistake. Yes, I did. Dad said I should do so. It’s to prepare for the forthcoming introduction and wedding ceremonies.’

‘Wow! That’s mighty generous of you and your dad. I really, really appreciate this.’

‘Don’t mention, dear. It’s all for good.’

I was indeed grateful for the generosity. I was now able to really plan for the events in a fabulous way.

Ruth selected all the clothes we used for the traditional wedding. They were gorgeous but expensive wears. I had no problem about paying for them.

All the same, I didn’t let myself be carried away by the euphoria of marrying the highly delectable and exotic-like Ruth.

The grand event was the wedding proper.

The church service and the wedding reception all took place at the G.R.A Ikeja. Important dignitaries graced the occasion and I had a feeling I was experiencing fantasy. A year ago, I would never have dreamt of a wedding as awesome as this. But then, man proposes, God disposes.

My suit was specially designed and hand made. My bride was stunning in her wedding gown. I felt like I was floating in the air when I gave the bridal kiss.

The good thing was I was convinced I was marrying her for love, and not for any other thing.

At the reception, a live band performed to the delight of every guest. When I danced with my bride, I could some of the guests spraying foreign currencies.

During the presentation of gifts, Otunba gave a brand new BMW X1 Sports Activity car to us while his wife gave a Mercedes Benz A-Class.

A latest model of Rolls Royce conveyed us to Sheraton Hotel where we would spend that Saturday night. We were to travel to Banjul, the Gambia by Monday morning for a two-week honey-moon vacation.

In the suite of our hotel, I still felt I was in the dreamland as I held Ruth’s hand.

‘Finally, you’re my wife,’ I said. ‘Ruth, baby, you’re mine permanently now.’

‘Yes, and you’re mine too.’

‘It’s the doing of the Lord,’ I enthused. ‘On my own, there’s no way this could have happened.’

She nodded.

I ogled her. ‘You look so lovely, so bewitching.’

‘Ehn, so I’m a witch now.’

I drew her to myself and planted a long kiss. Her yielding to my overture showed that she was expectant. We made love as if it was our first time of doing so. For the next forty hours or so, all we did was eat, drink and make love. Early Monday morning, the vehicle that would take us to the airport arrived.

The 2,327 kilometers flight from Lagos to Banjul by Air Peace commenced about ten a.m. It took about five hours to get to the small West African country land-locked by Senegal. We lodged at Rainbow Beach Bar and Lodgings which offered cheap but pleasant accommodation. It was located at Sanyang village in Banjul and was about ten-minute drive from Yundum Int’l Airport.
The hotel also provided a handbook on the people and government of the Gambia.

I read that the Republic of The Gambia is a country in West Africa that is almost surrounded by Senegal except to the western coastline along the Atlantic Ocean. Its official language is English while Madinka, Fula, Wolof, Serer and Jola were regarded as national languages.



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Nice work Mr Frank. Please kindly reduce the length of each recap on new post as it takes significant space length leaving us with little story for each post.Thanks