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She reached out for a bag on the back seat of the car and handed it to me. 'Take this bag. There are some wears and other things you will find useful in it. It's for you.'

   'Thank you so much, ma'am. I really appreciate all these.'

   'You deserve it. I like your coyness. Many other young men would have jumped at my offer, but here you are. Even after so many days, you could still not bring yourself to say yes. I like that. I like that decency.'

   I was quiet. If I said I was not surprised by what she was saying, then I would be lying.

   'Continue to be a good young man,' madam continued. 'If you remember, I told you before that it is good to be good. Keep it up.'

   'Thank you, ma'am.'  My mouth was dry and I felt  I was watching a drama. 'I really appreciate all you've said and done, ma'am. Thank you.'

   'You've spent your first month on the coaching, now. How do you want to be paid? Will you give me your account number so that I can transfer money there, or do you want cash?'

   'I'll prefer cash ma'am'

    She brought her handbag, opened it and removed a bundle of one thousand naira notes.

    'Can you remove forty pieces from this?' She handed the bundle to me.

   I collected the bundle, counted forty thousand naira and separated it from the lot. She collected the forty thousand naira, leaving me with the rest.

  'That's your wage; that's our agreement.'

   'Yes, madam. Thank you, ma'am.'

   'Alright. That will be all for now. My regards to your family. Goodnight.'

   'Good night, and thank you, ma'am.'  

   I put the money inside the bag she had given me and stepped out of the car.

   I closed the door behind me, waved at the madam and moved to where I would take a bike home. With the 60K cash on me, I was delighted.

I was also glad about the 'gifts' madam had given me. I was however unsettled about some of the things she had said.

   On one hand, she desired a close relationship with me. On the other hand, she said she was glad I had exhibited 'decency' and had not jumped at her offer. 

Were these postulations not contradictory? Was she just pulling my legs, or what? What exactly was her stand?

   When I got home, I went to my room to open the bag she had given me.

It contained three St. Michael packet shirts, one Gianni Versace perfume for men, one 18 carat Rolex wrist watch and a Samsung Galaxy phone. I whistled to myself. All these, surely, would cost a lot. This madam Bimpe Da Rocha knew how to 'spoil' somebody.

  l didn't know I would have an imminent challenge from my fiancée over the gifts. The following day when Enny popped in to see me after closing from her place of work, still basking in euphoria, I had shown her all the items madam bought for me. Enny looked at them in wonder.

   'You mean Madam Da Rocha bought all these for you?' she asked as she picked the item up one by one and examined them

   'Yes, o.'

   Enny suddenly dropped the items and faced me squarely. 'Can you honestly tell me what's going on between you two?'



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Somehow, he decided he would be showing double portion of whatever affection he had for Juliet, for his wife. He removed her blouse and stared at her bra.

‘Just see how delectable my darling is,’ he muttered.

Mandy only smiled. Then she pointed at the door.

‘The children may burst in anytime,’ she said.

‘Ah, that’s true.’ He quickly went to lock the door.

‘Now, let me see the wonderful things inside that sexy bra of yours.’

‘They’re things you’ve seen several times before.’

‘Yes. Yet, they’re things I can’t be tired of seeing and playing with.’ He came to remove the bra and to play with everything he could play with. Unlike other weekends that he would go out on Saturday, he was indoors throughout today.

It was hours later, in the evening, when Mandy told him about the anonymous phone call.
‘So, who’s this Abuja babe that the caller was talking about? How many babes are you keeping in Abuja?’ she asked him.

‘The person that called did not mention her name?’

‘No,’ Mandy answered.

He sighed as his mind was busy. He was 99.9 per cent sure it was Ore that made the call.
‘The caller is only playing pranks,’ he said. ‘There’s no such thing as Abuja babe. I don’t have a girlfriend, or a lady friend over there. The person is just rabble rousing.’

‘Are you sure, dear?’

He grinned. ‘Mandy, my darling, don’t you trust me again? Some agents of the devil just want to put an end to the love and peace in this house, but the good Lord will not allow them.’

‘Amen,’ she said emphatically.

In his mind, he was angry at Ore. How could she do that? It was true that Juliet was impudent for picking her call and being saucy to her, but Ore should not have become vindictive and shouldn’t have gone to the extent of calling his wife and telling her lurid tales. He was not happy with her at all.

On Sunday, they all dressed up gaily to attend the church they normally attended. Mandy prayed for her family, especially her husband. She prayed to God to remove covetousness from his eyes. Later that evening, he took a metro cab to the airport, although his wife volunteered to drive him.

‘I don’t want to stress you, my dear,’ he told her.

He got to the airport on time to take the early evening flight to Abuja.

As soon as he left the house, Mandy put a call to Juliet, her sister.

‘Hello, Juliet. How are you?’

‘Fine, sister. How is Lagos?’

‘Lagos is fine. So, you’ll start your primary assignment tomorrow?’

‘Yes, just like I told you.’

‘Good. There’s something I want you to do for me.’

‘What’s that, sister?’

‘See, I have information that my husband is dating a lady over there in Abuja.’

‘A lady?’

‘Yes. Thank God, you’re there. I want you to closely monitor him and I want a regular report of your findings.’

‘That will be no problem. But I think that information is false and malicious. So far, I can say that Uncle Ayo is a very faithful man. Sister, you’re lucky o. Your husband is the kind of man I will wish to have as husband.’

Mandy sighed. ‘All the same, one can never tell. Just monitor him and give me reports, okay?’

‘Alright, sister. I’ll do that. How’re Tomi and Tosin?’

‘They’re fine. They’re always asking after you.’

‘That’s good. My regards to them.’

‘Alright. Bye for now.’

‘Bye, sister.’

Mandy disconnected the line. She wondered if she had done the right thing. If your husband was going astray, was it giving him close monitoring that would stop his infidelity?

Would it not be better, as a believer in the efficacy of prayers to intensify one’s prayers? She shrugged. But if it was true that he had a lady friend, why must he do that? Why was he going after other lady when he already legally had one?

Unconsciously, Mandy looked at herself. At thirty-six, and after having two child births, she still had a trim and lovely figure. She was still pretty and desirable. Why couldn’t Ayo be content with what he had? Covetousness, that was the problem. She decided that she would intensify her prayers against the spirit of lustfulness in his life.





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Ten minutes after I got to the junction, a sleek luxury car slowed down and parked a few metres from where I was standing. The driver's door opened and a middle aged came out. Even before he beckoned at me, I had started to move towards the car. The madam too came out.

   'Good evening, ma'am,.' I greeted.

   'Good evening , Alex.'  She turned to the driver. 'Alright, Taju. You can close for the day. See you tomorrow.'

   'Yes, madam.' He handed the car keys to her. 'Good night.'
   'Good night. Come early tomorrow o.'

   'Yes, ma'am.'

   The driver took his leave.

   'Let's go inside the car,' madam said. She went on to sit on the driver seat, while I sat on the next front seat.

   The interior of the car was cool and lush. I liked the scent I was perceiving in there.

   'So, how was the day, Alex?'

   'It was fine, ma'am.'

   'Good.' She looked at me squarely. Even in the dim light of the car, I could see curiosity all over her. 'So, tell me, do you have an answer for me?'

   I cleared my throat. Of course, I had decided I would be a man and act manly. I cleared my throat again and opened my mouth.

   'Yes, I ...'  No more words came out. Enny's image popped into my mind, and that was it. To my embarrassment and discomfort, all the manliness I thought I had garnered evaporated into the thin air.

  I was angry with myself. How could I become short of words, after I had decided that I would tell her my mind? Believe me I was angry that I had suddenly become lily-livered.

   She smiled. 'I can see that you're tensed up,' she said kindly. 'Try to relax, okay?  How old are you, Alex?'

   I tried to relax as she suggested. 'Thirty,' I answered.

   She nodded. 'I'll be fifty years old, by November tenth.'

   I stared at her briefly. Fifty? Gosh! So, madam was as old as that. I had thought she was about forty!

   She smiled again. 'I married my husband when I was twenty-six. I have two children - Steph and Sofia. Steph is twenty three and she's in an American university.

Sofia too preferred going abroad but I prevailed on her to continue her studies here in Nigeria. I don't want to be left alone here in Nigeria. I desire a close relationship with you not because I'm hungry for sex.

As a matter of fact,' she faced me squarely, 'sex is out of it.'

    I caught my breath. Sex, out of it? Was that how it would be? Do guys keep sugar mummies and sex would be out of the equation?

   She sighed. 'I just like you, Alex. I like your diligence and commitment. That is my reason for my interest.'

   It was my turn to sigh. What a proposition!

   'I know you're in a relationship with a lady. Don't worry, I won't be a stumbling block. As a matter of fact, I wish you the best.'

   She reached out for a bag on the back seat of the car and handed it to me. 'Take this bag. There are some wears and other things you will find useful in it. It's for you.'

   'Thank you so much, ma'am. I really appreciate all these.'

   'You deserve it. I like your coyness. Many other young men would have jumped at my offer, but here you are. Even after so many days, you could still not bring yourself to say yes. I like that. I like that decency.'

   I was quiet. If I said I was not surprised by what she was saying, then I would be lying.



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Okay.

She moved to the door.

 "Goodnight, Seyi." I nodded. "Good night, sister."  


*  *   

 I woke up on Thurday morning early as usual. I took my bath and dressed up in one of the clothes bought for me. By eight, Rose came around with a tray containing tea, coffee, fruit juice and digestive. 

"Good morning. Here's light meal for you." 

"Good morning, sister. How was your night?" She smiled. "Fine. Thanks for yesterday." 

"We thank God." 

I took the digestive and the pineapple juice. Many minutes later, she came to take the tray away. Our work-  shop started in earnest. 

The woman that came the previous day was around to present the first paper. This time around, she talked about Work Ethics. 

Thereafter, the routine continued. I noticed that Sharon barely looked at my side. During break when I asked if all was well with her, she answered curtly that there was no problem. 

She also appeared moody during the afternoon session. In the early part of the evening, she did not come around to my room, so I decided to pay her a visit in hers.

 When she saw that I was the one at the door, she neither shoo me off nor invited me inside. I entered nonetheless. 

"Will it not be better if you tell me what's bothering you?" I said gently. 

"Nothing is bothering me," she mumbled. 

"Really? But this is not the same Sharon I knew yesterday." 

She sat on the bed without saying a word. I could see that the room was the size of the one given to me, but the arrangement was different. 

I sighed. "Can we play scrabble?" I asked. 

She shook her head. I chuckled. She obviously  didn't want my company.

 "Okay, I can see that you are not in the mood. See you another time."

 I moved towards the door to take my leave. 

"How was she?" Sharon asked. 

I stopped to turn to her. "How was who?" She snickered.

 "You know who I'm talking about."

 I shook my head vehemently. "No, I don't know who you're talking about."

 She glared at me. "Did you have her all night long? Was Aunty Rose sweet?" 

Now I knew what she was talking about. I opened my mouth in awe.

 "Oh, you're surprised that I knew? Don't be. I came to your room to find the two of you in a love tango, hugging, kissing and romancing each other."

 Wow, so Sharon actually saw something. But then, she missed the point. I shook my head. 

"You're right we hugged, but there was never anything like kissing and romancing her." 

"Tell that to the marines," she scoffed. 

I was exasperated. How could I convince her that Rose was like a sister? How could I ...? 

"Why don't you go and meet her? Why are you here? You call yourself a Christian, but you grabbed  the sexy body of the first woman that threw herself at you."

 I was surprised at the extent of her bitterness. "If you had watched a bit more, you would have seen that the whole thing did not go beyond the hug."




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Her voice became sad again. 

“It's alright, no need to get sad over it. Many other guys will still tell you, because that's what you are - beautiful and attractive. Someone saying that should gladden your heart, not depress it." 

She nodded. "Thanks." 

I held her left hand and gently rubbed the back of her palm. "I have a brotherly view about all this. All I've done so far is to take you like a sister - a senior sister. Is it okay for me to take you as a sister?" 

There was only a brief pause. "It's okay." I smiled at her. "Thanks for granting me that. Believe me, I will be a good brother and friend to you." 

I stopped to study her. She was attentive and sober. 

“As I said, don't let anything or anyone disturb your life or happiness. Whatever happens, we move on." 

She nodded. "Thanks so much, Seyi. I really appreciate." 

I nodded too. "That's the spirit. Now, give me a smile." 

I gently tickled her side. She giggled. I did it a little bit more and she laughed. 

That's the spirit," I repeated. "Thanks a lot. "Your words have really helped." 

She stood up and I followed suit. "Can you give me a hug?" She asked. 

“Why not? With all pleasure." 

I gave her the hug. She clung onto me tightly. It was  the longest hug I had ever had. I could the feel curviness of her body against mine. It was an enthralling scene and moment.

 By providence -yes, by providence - I had learnt not to be swayed by senses. I could conrol how my body reacted to what I saw or felt. 

I was man enough not to capitulate to the desires of the flesh. After what seemed like ages, she finally disengaged from me. 

"Seyi, thank you so much. I'll never forget this." 

I smiled and patted her. "To God be the glory." 

She moved to the door.

 "Goodnight, Seyi." I nodded. "Good night, sister."  




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I had decided I would 'be a man' and tell her yes. But I would have to be very discreet in the relationship. No matter the circumstance, I would not want my affairs with her to adversely affect my relationship with Enny. I decided I would tell madam everything about Enny, how she had been very good to me and how we planned to get married.

   When I got to the house, I was told madam was not around. It did not take long for Sophia to return from school, so I went straight to the business of teaching her.

The topic was Adverbial Clauses and I was soon engrossed in that. As usual after talking for some minutes, I asked Sophia if she had any question.

    She sighed and stared at me.

   'Do you have any question?' I asked again.

   'Yeah. I want to know, can you date an older woman?'

   I was almost startled by her question. 'Excuse me?'

   'I asked if you can date a woman much older than you.'

   I looked at her in wonderment. 'What has your question got to do with adverbial clauses?'

   'Oh, uncle Alex, I just want to know.'

   My mind was thinking of many things. Why did she ask? Did she have any hint about what her mum told me? Madam would not tell her mid-teenage daughter that kind of thing, would she?

   Sophia stared at me, expectantly.

   I sighed. 'Sorry, I'm going to overrule that question, as it has nothing to do with the subject matter.'

   I stood my ground. There was no way I would answer that very question. She smiled and I continued with my teaching. I left the house about quarter past seven p.m. Madam still was yet to arrive but as I neared the gate, her call came through.

   'Good evening, ma'am,' I greeted.

   'Good evening, Alex. How far with the lesson? Are you through?'

   'Yes, ma'am. I'm just about to leave the house.'

   'Good. Well-done. You know that last junction to the house, wait for me there. In the next ten minutes, or so, I should be in that vicinity, okay?'

   'Okay, ma'am. I'll wait there ma'am.'

   'See you.'

   I moved to the junction she said and stood by the roadside. It was twenty minutes past seven and darkness had nearly taken over the environ. My phone rang. I thought madam was on the line. No, it was Enny.  

   'Hello, dear,' I said.

   'Hi. Are you at home?'

   'No, not yet. I've just finished the lesson and I'm about to start going home.'

   'How was the lesson?'

   I smiled. 'It was great. Everything went well.'
    'I love you,' she said.

    I chuckled. 'Yeah, and I love you too.'

   'Can you promise me something?'

   I sighed. Now, what could my dear Enny want me to promise her? 'What do you want me to promise?' I mumbled.

   There was a slight pause across the line.
'Promise me that no woman will ever come between us.'

   I caught my breath. Now, what was this? First, Sophia asked if I could date an older woman. Now, Enny was asking for a promise of commitment.

   'Enny, you know I will always love you. Are you doubting that?'

   'No, but I want you to promise me that whatever is the case, no person on earth will come ever between us.'

   I sighed deeply. 'I promise.'

   She laughed shortly over the line. 'That's my sweetie. And let me promise too that on no account will I ever, ever let any other person come between us.'  

   We chatted a bit more and finally disengaged the line.

   I wondered why Enny must pick that day and that very hour for the promise. Why didn’t she ask for a promise before now? Why must she pick the time I had decided to tell Madam Da Rocha that I would be available for her heart desire?

   Ten minutes after I got to the junction, a sleek luxury car slowed down and parked a few metres from where I was standing. The driver's door opened and a middle aged came out. Even before he beckoned at me, I had started to move towards the car. The madam too came out.


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I moved to her in concern.

'Sorry, but did I say anything that hurt you?' I asked in concern.

She stopped crying but still continued to snivel.

'If there's anything I've said or done that makes you feel bad, I'm sorry,' I offered.

After some seconds, she stopped the snivelling and raised the edge of the t-shirt she was wearing up to clean her face. If she had raised the cloth further even for half of an inch, I would have seen her breast. Was that act deliberate or coincidental?

'Are you alright?' I asked, not sure of what else to say.

'I'm alright,' she replied wanly and made to go.

But, I could sense that she was not really alright. As she made to pass me on her way out, I held her by the hand.

'I thought you actually came here to open up your mind to me,' I stated. 'You will not be helping yourself if you just walk away without telling me what made you cry.'

She paused and looked uncertainly at me. 'I cried because that was the same thing my boyfriend, well, ex-boyfriend, told me.'

I sighed. How emotional!





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‘Ouch! What are you doing?’

‘Sh-sh.’ She made a small cut on her own thumb. A trickle of blood had come out of the two fingers. She joined her thumb with his, such that the blood mixed.

‘Now, swear to me that you’ll never have any other girlfriend again; that I’ll be your only girlfriend.’

‘This is serious, Juliet! Must we do this?’

‘Yes. Except you’re just deceiving me; except you want to use and dump me.’

‘Alright. Let’s do it.’

They did the swearing to the effect that they would always love each other, no matter what, and that apart from his wife, no other lady must ever come between them. She sucked his thumb, while she made him to suck hers. The swearing was over. He sighed. For the second time within four weeks, he had been made to swear to an oath. Goodness!

Juliet was very happy after the deed.

‘Now, you’re mine and I’m yours,’ she said gleefully.

He nodded. She climbed on the bed again and lay on his body.

‘How heavy am I?’

‘Feather weight.’

She pressed her body on his. He could feel all the contours – including the breasts, belly, hips, knees and the feet - of her petite body.

‘Still feather weight.’

‘Okay. I like my weight as it is.’

‘I like it too. It makes you potable.’

She planted her mouth on his.







Chapter Eight

On Saturday, by nine in the morning, he was set to leave the house. The driver conveyed him to the airport. His flight departed 10.10 a.m. and by 11.05, he was in Lagos.

He took a metro cab home. His children ran out to greet him as if they had not seen him in ages.

‘Daddy! Daddy!’ they chorused.

He was glad to see them too, happy to be re-united with his family.

He gave them short cakes and packs of Ribena drinks as his welcome gifts.

‘Daddy, we will come to Abuja one day to see you,’ Tosin said. ‘And we will come in a big jet.’

‘Yes, daddy,’ her brother concurred. ‘We will come to Abuja.’

‘Alright,’ he told them. ‘That will be no problem.’

Later, he was in the bedroom with his wife.

‘Mandy, my dear. I hope you’re not missing me so much.’

‘I am,’ she answered.

‘Sorry about that. I always terribly miss you too.’

Her mind went to the anonymous caller and the ‘Abuja lady’ and she wondered if indeed he missed her. But she decided not to mention the issue for now.

‘Come over here, my dear.’ He spread his arms to her. She came to him and he hugged her.

‘Oh, my darling Mandy, it’s good to see you and hold you so passionately again.’

She smiled and he thought it was Juliet he saw. Like Mandy, like Juliet, he thought. He kissed her passionately. Somehow, he decided he would be showing double portion of whatever affection he had for Juliet, for his wife. He removed her blouse and stared at her bra.




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Besides, I had always believed in faithfulness and commitment in relationship. I also believed in dating one lover at a time. I had no other lover than Enny, and it had never crossed my mind that I should flirt
with any other lady or have what they called a side chick.

Madam Bimpe Da Rochas proposition was therefore outlandish to me. I was befuddled, to say the least. When I got home and opened the polythene bag, I discovered there were two packs. One contained sausage beef while the second had laps of fried turkey. I handed the pack of turkey to my uncles wife and she was pleased as usual with my generous madam.

Later that evening, madam called my line. I had to leave the apartment to receive the call so that others would not hear or overhear the conversation

Good evening, maam, I greeted.

Thank you for the generosity, maam.

What generosity?

Er, as usual, the house maid gave me some food when I was Oh, that. Thats alright. So, what do you think about what I said? I really appreciate the interest, maam. I dont really know what
to say, madam.

She laughed over the line.

Wonderful. When will you know what to say?

I dont I dont know maam.

Good. I wont rush you. Take your time to decide whether youre
ready for this, or not. When youve made up your mind, let me know. Goodnight.

Goodnight, maam.

The line was cut off. I returned to the apartment, thinking of many things. I could see that I had two options. The first one was to maintain my decency and say no to madam. Where would that get me? I might lose the gains I had envisaged from the home lessons, but I would have my dignity.

Option B was to yield to her and gain all the material things I could gain. But, what if it backfired? What if Enny got to know? What about some other unforeseen consequences?
I would not be going to the house until the following week. Thank God I still had some time to think over things and to decide.

I tried to do my other duties as diligently as possible - talking about my church administration work. On Saturday the members of the choir were around, as usual, for their rehearsals. Sophia too was there and everything went smoothly.

Sunday service too was grand. The Welfare committee met after the service, but Madam Da Rocha acted as if she barely knew me. I could not but marvel at her dexterity in keeping a straight face and acting as if she never said anything close to what she had told me.

Of course when I saw Enny, I could not broach on the topic with her. Her answer would be why had I not told the woman no? Not only that, she would go ahead and call the woman a shameless one. I didnt also discuss with any of my friends. I wanted to be the one to take the sole decision so that if it backfired, I would blame no one but myself.

The following day was a Monday and I would be going to madams house. Surely, she would be expecting my answer by now. I braced up as I took a bike to the place. I also had an answer for her.
I had decided I would be a man and tell her yes. But I would have to be very discreet in the relationship. No matter the circumstance, I would not want my affairs with her to adversely affect my relationship with Enny. I decided I would tell madam everything about Enny, how she had been very good to me and how we planned to get married.

When I got to the house, I was told madam was not around. It did not take long for Sophia to return from school, so I went straight to the business of teaching her. The topic was Adverbial Clauses and I was soon engrossed in that. As usual after talking for some minutes, I asked Sophia if she had any question.

She sighed and stared at me.

Do you have any question? I asked again.




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Besides, I had always believed in faithfulness and commitment in relationship. I also believed in dating one lover at a time. I had no other lover than Enny, and it had never crossed my mind that I should flirt with any other lady or have what they called a side chick.

  Madam Bimpe Da Rocha's proposition was therefore outlandish to me. I was befuddled, to say the least. When I got home and opened the polythene bag, I discovered there were two packs.

One contained sausage beef while the second had laps of fried turkey. I handed the pack of turkey to my uncle's wife and she was pleased as usual with my generous madam.

   Later that evening, madam called my line. I had to leave the apartment to receive the call so that others would not hear or overhear the conversation.

   'Good evening, ma'am,' I greeted. 'Thank you for the generosity, ma'am.'

   'What generosity?'

   'Er, as usual, the house maid gave me some food when I was ...'

   'Oh, that. That's alright. So, what do you think about what I said?'

   'I really appreciate the interest, ma'am. I ... don't really know what to say, madam.

   She laughed over the line. 'Wonderful. When will you know what to say?'

   'I don't ... I don't know ma'am.'

   'Good. I won't rush you. Take your time to decide whether you're ready for this, or not. When you've made up your mind, let me know. Goodnight.'

   'Goodnight, ma'am.'     

The line was cut off. I returned to the apartment, thinking of many things. I could see that I had two options. The first one was to maintain my decency and say no to madam.

Where would that get me? I might lose the gains I had envisaged from the home lessons, but I would have my dignity.

   Option B was to yield to her and gain all the material things I could gain. But, what if it backfired? What if Enny got to know? What about some other unforeseen consequences?

   I would not be going to the house until the following week. Thank God I still had some time to think over things and to decide.

   I tried to do my other duties as diligently as possible - talking about my church administration work.

On Saturday the members of the choir were around, as usual, for their rehearsals. Sophia too was there and everything went smoothly.

   Sunday service too was grand. The Welfare committee met after the service, but Madam Da Rocha acted as if she barely knew me. I could not but marvel at her dexterity in keeping a straight face and acting as if she never said anything close to what she had told me.

    Of course when I saw Enny, I could not broach on the topic with her. Her answer would be why had I not told the woman no? Not only that, she would go ahead and call the woman a shameless one.

I didn't also discuss with any of my friends. I wanted to be the one to take the sole decision so that if it backfired, I would blame no one but myself.

   The following day was a Monday and I would be going to madam's house. Surely, she would be expecting my answer by now. I braced up as I took a bike to the place. I also had an answer for her.

    I had decided I would 'be a man' and tell her yes. But I would have to be very discreet in the relationship. No matter the circumstance, I would not want my affairs with her to adversely affect my relationship with Enny.
I decided I would tell madam everything about Enny, how she had been very good to me and how we planned to get married.





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She nodded again.  "When a door closes, another door opens. Cheer up, Rose. You have your life to live." 

Her face brightened up. "I'm happy I came to you. The way you talk has considerably reduced my burden." 

I smiled modestly. "It's okay, to God be the glory."

“I don't think my pastor will do better than what you've done."

 I smiled again. "As I said, to God be the glory." 

There was silence for some seconds.

 "I want to ask you a question," she said. "And I want you to be very sincere with me." 

 "No problem, go ahead." 

There was another pause for several seconds. 

"Could it be that I'm not attractive enough? I mean, why will he dump me just like that?" 

What a question from Rose. 

“I think it's beyond being attractive. Some men are not just satisfied with what they have." 

She stood up. "I agree with what you said. But look at me. Am I really attractive, or not? Be sincere."

 I looked at her as she wanted. 

Her height was average. Her chocolate colour blended with her skin. She had a pretty face. She was on the chubby side, but not fat. Her  chest region showed that she was a bit busty. The rounded breasts appeared to look firm. The waist was slim without visible signs of fat. Her thighs were curvy, down to her knees and legs. 

The bums needed no padding the way they were accentuated by the shorts she was wearing.

“You are beautiful and attractive, Rose," I said and meant it. 

Her next action surprised me. She sat down, covered her face with her palms and started crying. 



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It was a lady in t-shirt and bum-short that was there.

 "Good ... good evening, Miss Rose," I stuttered. 

She was the last person I was expecting. And certainly, she was the last person I expected to see wearing braless top and bum-shorts. 

"Sorry to disturb," she said softly. "Can I come in for a moment?" 

"Sure," I replied and opened the door wide for her to enter.

 I motioned her to the only chair in the room. 

"Thank you," she muttered and turned the chair to face the bed where I sat down. "I just feel like chatting with you," she said, smiling briefly. 

"I could have told Sharon, but I have a feeling it would be better I tell you."

 I smiled to encourage her. "It's okay, Ms. Rose. I have listening ears." 

She grinned. "Call me Rose. Just Rose will be okay." 

I nodded and stared at her. "Okay, Rose." I studied her. 

Her pretty face looked calm. She should be in her early thirties. I had known her for many hours and up till now, she had exuded confidence in her conduct and discharge of duty.  

What could be the matter with her?  lucky. I can tell you categorically that to experience heartbreak to wasn't an easy thing. She nodded. Now, I had hints on what was the problem. 

"Are you heartbroken?" I asked. 

She nodded. "About an hour ago, the man I was going to marry called that he had cancelled the introduction plan." 

I was genuinely touched. "That's a hard one. Sorry about that." 

She sighed. "Thanks."

 I could imagine the pain and I knew the pang of disappointment was not easy, especially when one least expected it.

 "Perhaps you could reconcile," I suggested. 

"I don't think so. He has just confirmed the rumour that he is dumping me for my best friend."

 I was astonished. "That's incredible. Your best friend?" 

"Exatly. He told me to completely forget about him because they've already picked a wedding date." 

"Oh, oh. That's very mean of him. That your friend too is not a true friend. But, it's okay. Sometimes, life can be so mean and unfair. I believe in providence. The two of you were probably not meant for each other.”

She nodded again.  "When a door closes, another door opens. Cheer up, Rose. You have your life to live." 



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My heart raced and I could hear the beat. I don't think Usain Bolt's heart had ever beaten as fast as this.  'I don't ... don't understand you, ma'am,' I managed to say.

   She must have sensed the tensed state that I was in.

  'Relax,' she said and smiled. Then she cupped her right palm on my left hand. I felt like jolts of electricity just ran through my body.

   'I've been lonely ever since I lost my husband. I've actually been getting some suitors, you know. All kinds of men. Some were even his friends. She sighed and shook her head. 'Can you imagine? Some men have no shame.'  

   She slightly squeezed my fingers and I felt more jolts. 'But, no. I don't want any of them. I know they're after the companies and property left behind by my husband. But, there's something I've seen in you. I know it's odd for the woman to be the one trying to woo the man, especially for a woman in my position. So, pardon me for my abrasiveness, but I just have to express my feelings.'

   I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I felt like swooning. Had I heard what I thought I had heard? Or was this a dream? Was madam playing a trick on me? My mind was numbed and I could not offer a word.

   There was a sound of car horning and the gate being opened. A car was driven in.

   'That must be Sophia,' Madam Da Rocha said, standing up. She looked at me and smiled again. 'I'll give you a call later, and we'll continue our talk from where we stopped.'

   She winked and left the room. I was too numb to say a word.









Chapter Two

I stood up and put my jotter in my folder. As I moved to the lounging room, I saw Sophia enter the large room.

   'Uncle Alex, has mummy told you I'll not be having lesson today?' Sophia asked in her jovial manner.

   'Yes, she has. I'm on my way home.'

   'Oh, see you on Wednesday.'

   'Yeah, see you.'

   The house maid hurried to me with a polythene bag. As usual, she had been instructed to give me a food pack. I collected it and mumbled my appreciation. I noticed that the package was heavier than the usual.

   On my way home, my heart kept thumping. I could not but think of any other thing than what madam had said. I was still in shock.

At this point, let me say a little thing about my private life. I was brought up in a very decent home and the idea of a young man having an older woman as a partner was never something I cherished or imagined.

   Besides, I had always believed in faithfulness and commitment in relationship. I also believed in dating one lover at a time.

I had no other lover than Enny, and it had never crossed my mind that I should flirt with any other lady or have what they called a side chick.




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