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"That's my number," she said. "Okay, Richard. My regards to your mum."

I nodded. "Right, ma. Good night, ma'am."

I left her residence and moved to the bus stop.


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Princess

In my bedroom, I removed my party wears slowly in front of the giant mirror. It had been an interested event, and I was glad I had gone. As I undressed, I stared at myself in the mirror. Now only clad in white panties and white bra, I stared at my figure.

I still had a good, stunning look, no doubt. My skin was beautiful, my thighs were flawless while my tummy remained flat. Not done with my examination, I removed my panties and I strapped the bra. I stared at my figure again. I was not a busty person. As a matter of fact, I had small tits, and they still looked firm. I was proud of my figure.

My mind went to Richard. He should be back by now. He should have driven madam to her house and should be back by now. But why was a getting worried over him? He was no longer a kid, was he?

I touched my left nipple. It was a big one. I often wondered why a lady with small breasts would have big nipples. As my fingers slowly rubbed on the nipple, I had an imagination that I was feeling Richard's fingers on it. The nipple immediately hardened.

No, no, no. I quickly stopped what I was doing. I must stop that fantasy.

Just then, the door bell chimed. Goodness, that must be Richard. I quickly put on a bathroom and left my bedroom. It was Richard alright.

"Hello, sweetie."

"Hello, mum."

I hugged him briefly. "So, how was the trip to Ms. Adedun's house?"

He smiled briefly. "Fine. She even wanted to give me some money but I declined the offer."

"Good." I smiled back. "But then, Ms. Adedun is always generous."

"She asked me some questions too."

We sat in the sitting-room. "Such as?"

He told me how the conversation went. I smiled again. "It's okay, my dear. Ms. Adedun is always sociable."

Just then, his phone beeped. He checked the new message.

"It's a credit alert," he said. "Ten thousand Naira. Its my Opay account. Who sent it? Let me check the details." After some seconds, a frown appeared on his face. "The sender is Elizabeth Adedun."

I frowned too and chuckled. "You gave her your account number?"

He shook his head. "No, but I gave her my number when she asked for it. She must have tried to see if I had Opay account and she found out that I did."

I shrugged. "It's okay. She just wants you to have something for the weekend."

"But I told her I didn't want money."

"And, now, she's sent you some. What you have to do is to call her number, acknowledge receiving the money and thank her for it."

He didn't argue with me. I watched as he called the madam's number to thank her.

I chuckled and stood up. "Come, sweetie. There's actually nothing bad in her giving you some pocket money. You're more like a son to her. Care for some juice and peanuts? That's what I will be taking this evening. I don't need real meal."

He said he would take whatever I would take. That's my boy, I thought as I went to the kitchen. I brought the juice and the bottle of peanuts. We chatted as we watched the television. Hours later, it was time to go to bed.

I went on to take a shower and changed into a satin sleep wear. Richard was still watching television in the sitting-room. I allowed him to be as I laid on the bed.



Richard

I flicked the television channel back to the action movie. It was more of an espionage thriller and I was enjoying every part of it. My message beeped to relay a WhatsApp message. It was from Cynthia.


'Hello, darling,' she wrote.

'Hello, dear. How's your weekend?'

'Dreary. How was the party you went to with your mum?''






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As she drove home in dejection. Damilola had the conviction that something must be wrong somewhere.

Abi drove down the dusty road and parked the car under a big mango tree. The whole surrounding left no one in doubt that it was a sleepy, rural area.

Abi and Helen got down from the car. Helen looked around the place disapprovingly.

'Are you sure we're in the right place?' Helen stared at Abi, hoping she would get an expected answer.

'Of course, we are. Come on, let's go.' Abi was certain she had not made a mistake.

Helen followed her friend. After careful consideration, Helen had decided to follow the advice of her dear friend. They had come to the see the man Abi said could give her spiritual help.

They went to an old house which only claim to modernization was the rusty corrugated iron sheets. The interior hardly looked better. To make matter worse, the place smelled of something Helen found unpleasant.

The baba welcomed them with what looked like a sly grin.

'You're welcome, my children.' His greeting was meant to make them feel at home, but Helen would not see anything homely about him or the place.

'Thank you, baba.' Abi was deferential. 'I've brought my friend,' She pointed at the taciturn companion. 'She needs help. I've told her a lot about you. I believe you can help her.'

The old man turned his attention to Helen. 'My daughter, you're in the right place. Tell me what the problem is.'

Helen, in spite of her feelings must open up on her problem and on what had brought them to the place. She briefly told him how she lost two suitors within a short time and how the two had died some months to the fixed days of wedding. The last one happened some days ago and she had become very dispirited. That was when her friend mentioned baba and his prowess in handling such a situation.

The old man nodded his head meaningfully.

'You have come to the right place.' His smile revealed brown teeth. 'Let me consult the oracle.'

He brought a traditional 'string', made some incantations and spread the 'string' on the floor. He stared at the ground for some moments and then repeated what he just did. Then he looked up to stare at them.

'I can see that you've got a big problem here, but nothing is too difficult for my god to do.' He stared up the roof as if he was discerning some messages.

'My daughter.' He turned to Helen and paused briefly. 'You have a spiritual husband who is very jealous. He's the one who does not allow you to have any earthly husband.'

Helen stared at the old man. There was confusion in her countenance. 'It's like you didn't hear me well.'

She made a solemn look. 'I've not yet married. We're just planning it and...'

'I heard you well.' His interjection had some hints of impatience. ‘And I'm talking about spiritual husband. You're married in the spirit to a very powerful man.'

Helen opened her mouth but did not say anything.

'Tell me. Don't you sometimes dream that a man was making love to you?' He stared hard at her.

Abi and the man looked at her expectantly for her answer.

Countless of times, she had had such dreams. She would wake up to remember them and subsequently throw them at the back of her mind. To her, they were inconsequential.

Helen nodded. 'Yes, but it's just a dream.'

The man shook his head almost triumphantly. 'No, it's not just a dream. That was your spirit husband in action. He's the one taking those men who desired to marry you away.'

'Baba, please help us, now. What's the solution to it?' Abi felt her intervention was necessary.

'Yes, help me.' Helen could only echo what her friend had said.

'There's a solution.' It was a declaration of hope from the old one. 'There must be a sacrifice to appease him.'

He went on to list things that would be needed for the sacrifice and the amount of money she would bring.

'Once all those things are provided and the sacrifice is made, he would be appeased and you can go ahead and marry your man.'

Abi and Helen thanked the man and promised to be back soonest with all the things they would need for the successful sacrifice.



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My mouth moved, to her neck region., but she removed my mouth and put it back on her breast. She definitively wanted more action there.

I obliged her for some minutes. Then my mouth moved to the other parts of her body. Alright, boy, it's enough, I told myself.

Gradually, I slowed on the handling and finally stopped. I had had enough for a day. Though there was no penetrative sex or coition, I felt satisfied with what we had one.

Definitely, I must continue to be firm and resolute in my affirmation.





By few minutes after nine, I signaled my intention to go.

“I thought you’ll be sleeping over here,” she said.

I nodded. “I will like to, but since we have to be discreet for now as we said, I think it will not be advisable for me to do that.”

She appeared briefly to consider what I said.

“Okay, honey."

I kissed her goodnight and drove back to my Mafoluku residence. So, MD was now my secret lover. That was very interesting. I asked myself the motive for the decision that I had taken. There was no doubt that she was rich and influential and I had benefited a lot from that leverage. Did I want romance with her for the material benefits?

I allowed a long pause. My final answer was no. My target was not the benefits. I had always believed money could not buy love. She was a unique person I found attractive, and that was that.

Even if she was struggling financially, I could still make love overtures to her. I was convinced I had genuine love feelings for her. I was also determined to be a faithful and devoted partner to her.

I was the kind of guy many people would see as unusual. Material benefits of life were necessary, but I didn’t like materialism. More than anything, I liked moderation and modesty.

The next morning which was Monday, I woke up at my usual time and prepared for work. About seven in the morning, I gave MD a call.

“How was your night?” I asked.

“Lovely. How about yours?”

“Lovely too.”

“Good. See, this afternoon, I will be going to Abuja. Mrs. Abdulahi wants to see me.”

That didn’t come as a surprise as Ms. Morgan frequented the federal capital. “Hope no problem.”

“No. it’s a routine visit. I should be back on Wednesday or Thursday. What special thing do you want me to bring for you?”

I appeared to think briefly. “Something money cannot buy.”

“Hmn? And what’s that?”

“Love. I want your love.”

She laughed shortly. “But you already have that. Are you in doubt?”

“I want more of it. More and more of it.”

She laughed shortly again. “Okay. I’ll give you all my heart. All of it. Can I get yours in turn?”

“Certainly. You already have mine. I won’t stop giving my love to you.”

We talked a little bit more on endearing things before hanging up. I went to work and put in my best as I used to.

Even while at work, Ms. Morgan and I kept exchanging communications. She briefed me about the latest happening to her over there while I briefed her about the latest happening from here. This continued the following day and on Wednesday. She was to return to Lagos Wednesday afternoon.

“What time would you be arriving so I can come and pick you up at the airport?”





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Was that a compliment or a reproach?

Amanda didn’t mind whatever it was. She joined him in the short laughter.

‘You’ll give yourself stress if you continue this way,’ she said seriously.

He didn’t argue with her but nodded. They talked about this and that, his mind veering on and off. After thirty minutes of driving, he got to Maryland bus stop and stopped. Amanda lived in an estate around that place.

‘We’ll have a good time out tomorrow,’ he told her. It sounded like a promise and she nodded. She didn’t really like the seemingly blank promise, but managed to look indifferent. He gave her a peck just before she slid out of the car.

‘Good night, then.’

‘Goodnight,’ he replied and engaged the gear of the car. It was a few minutes to eight in the evening and he knew his wife would be looking forward to his coming home.

Despite the fact that Julie hadn’t given him a child, he still so much loved her, or so he felt.

He briefly had a reminiscence of his relationship with her. He had met her in a friend’s birthday party, fallen in love on the first sight and – barely eight months after – wedded her gracefully. She had all he wanted in a woman: she was tall, beautiful, regal and bewitching. He had called her ‘The Total Woman’.

It was a blissful affair. Besides many other good qualities, she was good at the home front. Femi had, true to his words, taken on a caring and homely one. As for her miscarriages, he believed the problem would soon be over and he would become a proud father.

His mother had expressed serious reservations about his wife’s state, most of which – unfortunately – were unpleasant.

‘All these modern girls,’ she had often said in vitriol, ‘they would end up with such problem after they had seriously messed around when single. All those abortions!’

‘Oh, no, mummy,’ he would say. ‘Don’t talk like that.’

He had tried as much as possible to dispel her insinuations, but with little success.

It was almost eight o’clock when he got to the gate of his house. He hooted the horn to draw the attention of Audu, the security man. Some seconds later, he hooted it again. Audu was becoming erratic these days. It was obvious he was becoming negligent in his duty as he was not as assiduous as he used to be.

He finally emerged in his caftan and with all the time in the world, opened the gate wide enough for the car to drive in.

Alex, one of Deji’s junior brothers, came out of the main building to welcome him.

‘Welcome, brother,’ Alex greeted.

‘Alex, you’ve come? How was school?’

‘We’ve been sent packing from the school,’ Alex explained. He was an undergraduate of Economics in a federal university in the north, and his sudden coming to Lagos was not without a surprise.

‘I tried your number but could not get through.’

‘Really?’

Alex tried a grin to shrug it off. The university authority had sent them out of the school after an imbroglio between the academic staff and the institution’s senate. In a rare show of solidarity, the students had demonstrated in support of the lecturers.





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Formerly titled Lust City



Agatha and her friends are beautiful undergraduates that are carried away by the city allure. They frolic and indulge in all sorts of exuberance. In a hard way, they learn that not all that glitters is gold. Agatha learns the lessons of her life and settles for what she never envisaged.













By seven p.m., when Manu got to the Pleasure Zone Restaurant and Bar, the place was already brimming with customers. After the hard day's work, many men decided to frequent the place for relaxation. Some came to drink while some wanted to dine. Some others came to satisfy their pent-up lusts. Yet, some came to enjoy all the services that the place could offer. Apart from the food, wine and beer, some scantily dressed ladies offered 'short time' and 'long term' services for men who desired them.

Manu came to take drinks and pepper soup and to have a fun-filling time with his regular, the lady simply known as Princess.

He sat on one of the plastic chairs surrounding an empty round table. He could see and hear clearly the programme going on the television. One of the sales girls drifted towards him.

'Welcome, sir. What can we offer you?'

Manu nodded at her. He told her the brand of beer he wanted. 'Also, give me a plate of pepper soup.'

Within a couple of minutes, his orders were brought. He used table spoon to sip the pepper soup as he took the beer. Intermittently, he also picked meats from the plate and munched. He had not spent up to ten minutes when Femi came to the bar. Manu and Femi were working together before the latter got a job at Dangogo Foods Limited as Sales Supervisor.

Manu owned Excellento Tutorial School and Femi used to be his Economics teacher for GCE and UTME students. His job had taken him away, but not totally. Many evenings, they met in the bar.
'Manu, the Manu,' Femi hailed, making straight for his table. 'How was school today?'

Manu smiled, shook hands with him and shrugged. 'School was fine as usual,' he returned. 'How was you rice, salt and sugar business?'

'Fine too.' He sat down opposite Manu. He too ordered for beer and pepper soup. As the sales girl brought his orders, Femi looked at her with a grin.

'Is Juliet around?'

The girl nodded. 'Yes, sir.'

Femi's grin became wider. 'Tell her to come.'

Once again, the sales girl nodded. 'Yes, sir.'

Manu could not understand why Femi was fond of Juliet. It was true she was busty and well-endowed at the bum, to Manu, she was too tall and muscular for his liking. But then, that was Femi's choice. After all, one man's food was another's poison.



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After five minutes, he whistled softly and shut down the computer.

‘Whoosh, what a day!’ he exclaimed, looking at his wristwatch.

‘How did it go?’

‘Fine, fine.’

He stood up. Amanda was on her feet too. She removed his coat from the hanging rack and helped him to wear it.

Amanda was about twenty-seven. She had a higher diploma in Business Administration from a federal polytechnic. She was good in secretarial duties and had been an efficient and reliable P.A. She was still single and that meant she was vulnerable to her boss’ advances.

Amanda was only employed as Femi’s P.A some months ago. At first, Femi did not have any amorous inclination towards her. Then, about a fortnight ago, he practically started noticing how desirable she was and how desirous he was becoming.

He believed he still loved his wife, Julie, but … perhaps if he was discreet enough, there would not be a crime in having a fling with Amanda. Couldn’t Amanda provide the very much needed succor one needed after the office stress?

Amanda was pretty, cool and vivacious. Femi was convinced there wouldn’t be any harm in trying. For three years now that he had been married, he had never cheated his wife.

Somehow, this intending tryst gave him a secret thrill.

‘Let’s go,’ he said, quite irrelevantly as she was set to leave. She nodded as if it mattered. The office was on the eight floor of one of the numerous skyscrapers that adorned the sky of Marina, Lagos.

Standing shoulder to shoulder, they rode the elevator to the ground floor. He had to resist the impulsive urge of grabbing her and crushing her lips with kisses right there. He grinned as he refrained himself.

A security man in the lobby at the ground floor saw them to his car. As usual, Femi gave him a tip.

‘Ah, God bless, sir,’ the guy said, smiling boyishly.

Femi waved at him. The engine of the SUV roared into life. In a late hour like this, he preferred to go home in his car, rather than the official car.

‘What’s the plan tonight?’ she asked at last.
‘I’m a little bit tired,’ he replied casually. ‘I think I’ll just drop you and be on my way.’

He drove the car towards Obalende where he hoped to make it to Ikeja via the Third Mainland Bridge.

‘You’ve always overworked yourself,’ she reminded him. She had said it before. ‘Why don’t you just take it easy?’

He felt like laughing, but grinned instead. He was not totally ready to commit himself into this relationship. It was one in which he hoped he would not be ensnared passionately. There must never be strings attached. All the same, from all indications, Amanda was prodding him on.

‘I enjoy the work,’ he replied shortly.

‘I know.’ She loosened his red tie a bit, like a real caring lover. ‘But that’s no excuse not to relax on the job. All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy.’

This time around, he couldn’t suppress the laughter. ‘For God’s sake, you’re sounding off like my mother.’

Was that a compliment or a reproach?

Amanda didn’t mind whatever it was. She joined him in the short laughter.



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In the passenger's seat, she stared at me expectantly. I drew in a long breath.

"I will rather not choose any of them,' I answered.

She looked surprised. "Why?"

I chuckled. "I will prefer not pick any of them."

"So, what will you rather pick?"

"I will rather say, between wealth, wine and women, I will go for wealth."

"That means you are picking money."

"No, ma. Wealth is more valuable than money. Health is also wealth. So, is peace of mind. I will choose wealth."

"That's remarkable. I can see that you're very intelligent."

"Thank you, ma."

I drove on. There were more chats over nothing important. I followed her directions and drove to her home in Mende, Maryland.

"You're such a great help, Richard," she said. "I really appreciate this."

"You're welcome, ma." I parked the car in the compound. We got out of it. I soon locked the doors and handed the key over to her.

"Hmn." She opened her purse and brought out some money. "Why don't you have this for your weekend."

I shook my head. "Oh, no, ma. Thanks, but that will not be necessary."

"Oh, but it's just a token."

I remained adamant. "There's no need ma. I'll be taking my leave now."

"Oh, then can I have your number? Just in case."

In case of what? My mind asked. I gave her the number while she stored it on her phone. She instantly called the number. My phone started ringing in my pocket.

"That's my number," she said. "Okay, Richard. My regards to your mum."

I nodded. "Right, ma. Good night, ma'am."

I left her residence and moved to the bus stop.



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Beyond the Limits



Julie has to face the challenge of miscarriages in her matrimony when the re-appearance of an old lover threatens the very fabric of her home and compounds her problems. Her husband, Femi, does not fare better as he relishes secret romance with his personal assistant. Julie must overcome all obstacles to have a stable and happy home full of love and fruitfulness. With sheer determination she’s able to overcome her adversaries, human and psychological.

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Beyond the Limits


Femi was always busy these days. Officially, work closed at 5.00 p.m., but he always remained in office, sometimes as late as 9.00 p.m. Tonight, for the past one hour, he had been surfing the internet on his lap top. The world-wide technological bug had caught up with him and he found himself becoming addicted to the world of the wireless communication.

He was the company secretary to an indigenous oil marketing firm, Exoss Oil and Gas. It was a prestigious job with a fat pay. At thirty-four, he was a figure that elicited envy among peers.

Right now, he was working on his fiction, which he normally did after the official closing hours. He hoped to make it a blockbuster, as fantastic as the idea was. He would like to be in the league of writers like John Grisham. It was a tall dream, but there was no crime in dreaming.

At ten minutes to six, his personal assistant popped inside his office. She had some papers with her. They were the prints out of the latest pages of his manuscript. Amanda, the P.A had been doing some overtime to get them typed and edited.

She didn’t mind the extra effort. Her boss attached some generous pecks to her efforts. Besides, Femi had recently taken more than passing interests in her. She found herself not resisting his overtures. Indeed, that was an understatement as she had actually been goading him on.

‘How far?’ he asked, his eyes still glued to the monitor.

‘All done.’ She gave him the papers which were all neatly arranged according to their pages.
She was always the efficient assistant.

‘Good,’ he said, grinning. His eyes didn’t leave the monitor. ‘Thanks,’ he added as an afterthought. She shrugged it off.

‘Another minute, and we’ll be off,’ he informed.

She didn’t say anything but sat on one of the seats facing his desk. Apart from the muffled sound from the split air-conditioning system and the soft rattling of the keys on the keyboard, everywhere was silent. After five minutes, he whistled softly and shut down the computer..


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We will have to wait till next year before we can do so. That is, at least a year after Busola’s death. What do you think?”

I nodded. “I’ve been thinking of the same thing.”

“So, for now, we really have to be discreet about everything. Let’s just say we’re secret lovers.”

I grinned. How appropriate. “You’re right.” My mind went to the maid. “I think the maid already knows something.”

“Don’t worry about her. I will take care of her angle.”

I nodded, musing over the words, secret lovers. She placed her left leg on my legs. It was an invitation to cuddle those beautiful legs again.

“Do I really have the assurance that you’re mine?” she asked.

“Of course. There’s no reason to doubt.”

“Do you still want to have kids?”

I chuckled. “No. I’m okay with the two I already have.”

She nodded and smiled. “I’m okay with the one I already have too.”

My right hand moved up her thighs under her belly. My hand was under her satin top.

Gently, I rubbed the smooth skin. She held my hand and moved it to her right breast, helping me to achieve what I had been longing for.
Wow! My breathing instantly quickened. I removed the top to get a good view of the part.

The boobs were fill with large nipples and areola.They looked so firm I suspected she must have gone through surgery. I would simply not believe that the shape, size and make of her breasts were natural.

Certainly, they were not so robust; no, not in any way like Busola’s own. But they looked rounded enough to be very enticing. Whether natural or not did not actually matter to me. It didn't also matter whether they were firm or flabby. When I liked a woman, the shape or size of her breasts did not matter.

I made an exceptional case this time around as I teased and licked the nipples, even when I knew she wasn’t married to me.

She let out some moans and gripped me. I found it amazing the ‘the whole’ Ms. Morgan, my amorous and highly connected woman, was in my arms and I was playing a very sensuous game with her body.

Then, I slowed down. I must not, under any circumstance, be carried away by any amorous expedition. My mouth moved, to her neck region., but she removed my mouth and put it back on her breast. She definitively wanted more action there.



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The man was a bit reluctant to open the gate.

'Make I go get am for you.' He scratched his head and awaited her nod.

'No, no.' Damilola would not want to bother him. 'Let me do it myself. Besides, I want to tell him something.'

She moved the gate aside herself and went inside. Without bothering to knock, she opened the sitting room door and stepped inside. The scene she saw shocked her.

Right there on the three-seater, Josh was on top of a lady. They were half naked and he was smooching all over her.

'What! What's going on? Josh, what are you doing?' Her eyes were wide in surprise.

He paused in doing what he was doing but did not say a word. He was probably too surprised to say a thing.

'And who's this? How dare you enter without knocking!' The lady that was with him was full of admonition. She glared at Damilola.

Damilola looked at Josh again but he remained mute. She had no business with the lady, so she decided to ignore her. Josh and the lady still remained as they were, without bothering to cover up their semi unclothedness. Shameless lot, Damilola thought. She remembered she had come there to pick something.

'Sorry, I actually came to pick my phone. I forgot it.'

The phone was still where she had left it. She picked it up and without any ado left them to their shame.

She went back to her car and zoomed off. Oh God! Her mind was in disarray. How could Josh behave like this? How could he bring another lady into the house? Josh had terribly disappointed her. How long had he been doing that? She had left the house just about half an hour ago; and within that short time, he had brought another girl!

Damilola reflected over her past relationships. They all seemed not to last. In fact, that was an understatement: all her previous serious relationships did not last. The longest was four months. Why? The fault was never hers. This very one for example, was it her fault that she caught them in that lascivious position?

Before she met Josh, there was Niyi who had looked so smooth and promising. Damilola had thought she would end up being his wife. A call to his number one evening shattered the idea. It was a lady that had picked his call.

'Is that Damilola?' The voice was cold, to say the least.

'Yes, please. I'll like to speak with Niyi.'

'I saw your number stored as ‘’Damilola darling’’. Thank God you called.' Now, the tone was icy. 'I was planning to call you, but now that you've called, that’s good. I’ve heard a lot about you. Listen and listen well. I want you to stop prostituting yourself with my husband.'

'Excuse me.' Damilola wasn't sure she had heard correctly.

'You heard me! I’ll say it again. Leave my husband alone, you husband snatcher. Ashewo! Slut! Useless woman...'

She had gone on to use the kind of expletives Damilola had never heard before. Damilola had cut off the line, feeling terribly embarrassed and shocked.

Somewhere in her mind, she had imagined that Niyi would call and tell her it was all a very big joke, or an error, or something. He never did. Two days later, when he eventually called her, he said he had called to say goodbye. Just like that!

Now, this latest incident was beginning to make her get worried. Why was she so unlucky with the men she had been encountering? Why were her lovers unfaithful men? Why was it that even when she was trying to show a lot of commitment to building a lasting relationship, the other partner never cared?

As she drove home in dejection. Damilola had the conviction that something must be wrong somewhere.




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The man was a bit reluctant to open the gate.

'Make I go get am for you.' He scratched his head and awaited her nod.

'No, no.' Damilola would not want to bother him. 'Let me do it myself. Besides, I want to tell him something.'

She moved the gate aside herself and went inside. Without bothering to knock, she opened the sitting room door and stepped inside. The scene she saw shocked her.

Right there on the three-seater, Josh was on top of a lady. They were half naked and he was smooching all over her.

'What! What's going on? Josh, what are you doing?' Her eyes were wide in surprise.

He paused in doing what he was doing but did not say a word. He was probably too surprised to say a thing.

'And who's this? How dare you enter without knocking!' The lady that was with him was full of admonition. She glared at Damilola.

Damilola looked at Josh again but he remained mute. She had no business with the lady, so she decided to ignore her. Josh and the lady still remained as they were, without bothering to cover up their semi unclothedness. Shameless lot, Damilola thought. She remembered she had come there to pick something.

'Sorry, I actually came to pick my phone. I forgot it.'

The phone was still where she had left it. She picked it up and without any ado left them to their shame.

She went back to her car and zoomed off. Oh God! Her mind was in disarray. How could Josh behave like this? How could he bring another lady into the house? Josh had terribly disappointed her. How long had he been doing that? She had left the house just about half an hour ago; and within that short time, he had brought another girl!

Damilola reflected over her past relationships. They all seemed not to last. In fact, that was an understatement: all her previous serious relationships did not last. The longest was four months. Why? The fault was never hers. This very one for example, was it her fault that she caught them in that lascivious position?

Before she met Josh, there was Niyi who had looked so smooth and promising. Damilola had thought she would end up being his wife. A call to his number one evening shattered the idea. It was a lady that had picked his call.

'Is that Damilola?' The voice was cold, to say the least.

'Yes, please. I'll like to speak with Niyi.'

'I saw your number stored as ‘’Damilola darling’’. Thank God you called.' Now, the tone was icy. 'I was planning to call you, but now that you've called, that’s good. I’ve heard a lot about you. Listen and listen well. I want you to stop prostituting yourself with my husband.'

'Excuse me.' Damilola wasn't sure she had heard correctly.

'You heard me! I’ll say it again. Leave my husband alone, you husband snatcher. Ashewo! Slut! Useless woman...'

She had gone on to use the kind of expletives Damilola had never heard before. Damilola had cut off the line, feeling terribly embarrassed and shocked.

Somewhere in her mind, she had imagined that Niyi would call and tell her it was all a very big joke, or an error, or something. He never did. Two days later, when he eventually called her, he said he had called to say goodbye. Just like that!

Now, this latest incident was beginning to make her get worried. Why was she so unlucky with the men she had been encountering? Why were her lovers unfaithful men? Why was it that even when she was trying to show a lot of commitment to building a lasting relationship, the other partner never cared?

As she drove home in dejection. Damilola had the conviction that something must be wrong somewhere.




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We left the auditorium and went to where we parked our cars. I watched as my sweetie Richard followed Ms. Adedun to her car. It was alright.

I went to my SUV. I would have to go home alone. But Richard would be better coming home as soon as he drove madam home. The traffic was not as light as it was in the morning, so it took a longer time before I got home.




Richard

"So, what are you studying in the university?” Ms. Adedun asked.

She had been asking me several questions as I drove her home. I kept a cool mien as I answered her.

"Computer Technology," I answered.

"Oh, that's a very good course. If you don't mind working in advertising firm, I can help you secure work in one after your graduation."

I smiled. "That will be really appreciated, ma."

I was getting close to Palmgrove.

"I live at Mende, Maryland," she said.

I nodded. For sure, I knew the place.

"I want to ask you this: If you are to choose between money, wine and women, what will you choose?"

Now, what kind of question was this? Why should I have to make a choice from those things?

In the passenger's seat, she stared at me expectantly. I drew in a long breath.

"I will rather not choose any of them,' I answered.

She looked surprised. "Why?"



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I met Ms. Elizabeth Adedun, our overall boss at work.

"Good morning, madam," I greeted.

"Hey, morning, Princess." She turned to look at Richard. "Hey, is this not your son?"

She had seen Richard before, but that was some years ago. "Yes, that's Richard, my son."

"Good morning, ma," Richard greeted.

Ms. Adedun held him briefly in an embrace.

"Goodness, you've grown to be a young man," she said.

Richard only smiled. We took out seats in the church auditorium. The wedding programme started by eleven. I felt happy for the bride and hoped the groom would not turn out to be a scoudrel.


The wedding reception took place at an event centre not far away. We sat at the same table with Ms. Adedun. I could notice her casting glances at Richard. The food and drinks were sumptuous. Everything went well.

Towards the end of the programme, Ms. Adedun turned to me. "My driver is indisposed and I had to drive myself here. But, right now, I'm so tired. I need a favour, but first let me ask: can Richard drive?"

"Yes, he can," I answered.

"Can he do me the favour of driving me home?"

What a request! Yes, Richard could drive, but I hardly allowed him to do so. All the same, I couldn't say no to my boss.

"Sure, madam. He will drive you home." I turned to Richard to pass the message to him.

She stood up from her seat. "I will have to take my leave now."

I stood up too.

"Thanks so much, Princess. Have a nice weekend."

"Yoo too, madam."

We left the auditorium and went to where we parked our cars. I watched as my sweetie Richard followed Ms. Adedun to her car.



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