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'Are you set?' he asked.

'Yes, dad.'

He got up from his seat, picked up his black folder and preceded Nnena out of the room and flat.

They left in his Nissan jeep. Excellento Tutorial College is not very far from his residence. It was a trek able distance, or at worse, she could take commercial motor cycle popularly called 'okada.'

'I'm sending you to that place to study and learn,' he said as he drove in the early morning traffic. 'I'm not sending you to have boyfriends. So, face the purpose of why you're there.'

She nodded. She was the second of his four daughters aged twenty, seventeen, fifteen and twelve respectively. Since their mother passed away about six months ago, after a brief illness, their dad was saddled with both paternal and maternal roles. Thank God they were already grown up.

He soon got to the place he had set out to go.
The security man directed them to the Director's office. Through the open door, Manu could see father and daughter as they made their way to his office. From the way the man dressed, he knew he was an important man. He would have to be suave with such a person.

Eddie asked about how the college operated. He was told there were two sessions of classes.

'There's morning class and afternoon class,'

Manu said. 'The morning class starts by eight and ends two o'clock. The afternoon session begins 3.00 p.m., and ends six o'clock. It depends on the one you want your daughter to attend.'

'She will be coming for the morning session, and she's starting today.'

Manu told him how much was the Admission form and how much would be paid every month. Eddie paid for the form and the fee for the month by cash.

He rose to go. 'Alright, Nnena, you can always find your way home when you close.'

He gave her five hundred naira note. 'Have this.'

He waved her off and went back to his car. From Ojodu, he drove to Ogba where he had his law chamber.


* * *


By two o'clock, the morning classes ended. There would be a break of about an hour before the afternoon session would start. From his office, Manu watched as the students moved to the school gate and trooped out of the college. Most of them had completed their secondary school education and had come either to write UTME or to take GCE examinations.

For the fact that it was not a regular school, the students wore mufti. Clara was one of them. She was already close to twenty-one and had taken the UTME examinations thrice. This time around she had vowed that she must succeed by whatever means. When she first came to register at the tutorial college, she had told Manu about her challenges.

'You have come to the right place,' he had said. 'Apart from the normal teaching and lectures, I can guarantee your success once you can pay the price.'

'How much?' she had asked.

Manu had laughed. 'The price has no price tag,' he said. 'All you have to do is have some moments of intimacy with me. Once you can do that, that is all.'

Clara had clouded her face. 'I don't understand.'


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

I shrugged. 'It was fine. There was lots of food and drinks.'

'Good for you.'

I sent a smile 😁 emoji to her.

My phone started ringing. It was from the same Cynthia.

"I want to come over to your place now," she said.

"What! It's late in the night."

"It's just after ten, babe. From my house to yours is less than ten minutes' walk."

"But ...."

"I'll be there."

She hung up.

Truly some minutes later, she pressed the bell of our apartment.

"Didn't your parents say it was already late in the night?" I asked her.

She hugged me as if she had not seen me in ages. "I missed you, babe."

We sat on the sofa.

"Where's your mum?" She asked.

"Gone to bed. I'm sure she will be surprised that you're here right now."

Cynthia smiled, moved to my side and clung on to me. "I can't help it. I miss you so much."

In the past, she had occasional slept in our flat, so this was not entirely new. She yawned.

"Let's go to bed, babe," she said.

I switched off the television and we moved to my bedroom. I wondered if I should let mum know that Cynthia was around, but decided against disturbing her sleep.

Cynthia came prepared. In her small bag, she had a bum short and t-shirt she changed into. I stripped to my singlet and boxers. My mind went over the events of the day. What an eventful day it had been.

As soon, as I lied on the bed, Cynthia snuggled up to me.

"Tell me, how did the party go?" she said.

Briefly I told her some events at the party, but skipped the part of Ms. Adedun.

"I hope no lady was eyeing you there."





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'Did you not slap me back?' Femi retorted.

'Besides, you made me to do it. Why did you refuse to open your leg wide?'

'Was that not the way I've been opening it and you've been doing it before?'

'No. Today, you didn't open it wide enough,' Femi said heatedly. 'And I was not getting value for my money!'

'Alright! Alright!' the manager said. 'Oga, calm down. This matter did not need to degenerate to fighting or exchanging blows. Oga, sebi you and Juliet are friends, you didn't have to fight her now.'

Manu was perplexed. How could Femi and Juliet make a public spectacle of themselves? How could they fight and make public what they should have settled in their closet?

After more moments of altercations, the Manager was able to settle the rift. Femi returned with Manu to the drinking table.

'You shouldn't have fought her,' Manu admonished.

'I wasn't enjoying the whole thing,' Femi said.

'She closed up her thighs and made everything so tight. What is the essence of paying for something I'm not enjoying?'

Manu only shook his head.



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On Monday morning, Eddie Laseko was in the house till few minutes to nine. It was unusual of him to remain in the house till that time. As a successful lawyer in private practice, he normally left for office on working days by seven in the morning.

He had lingered a bit this morning because he wanted to take Nnena, his first daughter, to a tutorial college that was recommended by his friend. Nnena had concluded secondary education and had come out with flying colors.

Now, it was time for her to take the joint university admission examination called UTME. She hoped to study Medicine and Surgery, as a science student.

Eddie took the last sip of his coffee and put the cup on the sauce.

'Mary!' he called the house girl.

'Sir,' she answered from the kitchen. She soon came to meet him at the dining table.

'Come and clear this table,' he said. 'Then, call Nnena for me.'

‘Yes, sir.’ Mary cleared the dining table. Within a minute, Nnena came to join her father in the sitting-room.

'Are you set?' he asked.




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

“Oh, let Amanda and Linda come and pick me up,” she said. Linda was her personal driver I had known since I started working for her, while Amanda was the lady she recently employed as he Personal Assistant.

“Remember, we have to be discreet about this relationship for now," Ms. Morgan added.

That was true. How forgetful of me. That evening, when I went to visit her at the Ilupeju residence, I bought a nylon containing choice perfumes, body creams and a lady’s 24-carat Rolex wrist watch. I already knew the perfumes and body lotions she used. I had actually given her similar gifts before, but then, I had bought a Cartier watch. I had also been buying gifts for her on Christmas, Easter and her birthdays.

By December 15th, Ms. Morgan and I met to finalize the financial transactions for the years. We went through all the details the of transactions of her businesses together, including calculating the income and expenditure.

“You started this work in June,” she said. “Your profit sharing for the year should be half of what you deserve, but for your immense contributions to the business, you will get full share.”

I beamed in smile. “Thank you, madam. That is very generous and kind of you.”

I gave her a bow while she smiled. Any time we were discussing business, I was always formal and courteous in my acts.

“You’re welcome.”

Later, she sent millions of naira to my account. It was my earning from the profit sharing. It was a very cool sum and I was glad about it. I immediately gave her a call to thank her.

“It’s okay, Tayo. You deserve it.”

“All the same, I appreciate and thank you a lot.”

I decided I must not just be a ‘big’ receiver. Let me be a ‘big’ giver too. I had to think of a befitting gift for Ms. Morgan. What could that be? I knew she had tons of clothes, should I go ahead and buy her more clothes?

I sent a WhatsApp message to her. Can you please send me your sizes? Your waist, bust, thigh. Thanks.




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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.

Emboldened somehow, the lecturers too had refused to go to the lecture rooms. At the end, the situation became messy and the authority thought it was better to direct the students out of the campus in order to forestall uglier circumstances from cropping up.

Femi took his story in thoughtfully. It was one sad reality of the Nigerian educational system. He exchanged more pleasantries with his younger brother as they made their way inside the building. He made straight for the master bedroom where his wife would most likely be.



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After all, one man's food was another's poison.
Juliet soon came to join them.

'Juliet, Juliet. My beautiful babe, Juliet,' Femi said.

'Good evening,' she answered, sounding moody.

'Why is my babe looking unhappy? Sit down, let me put you in the right mood.'

She sat next to him. He ordered Malt for her.

'I can still see a slight frown on your face,' he said. 'Let me book for a room. We will talk better on the bed,' Femi said.

He stood up, holding her hand. Manu watched them walk to the Manager's office cubicle. He shrugged. But wait a minute, where was Princess, his babe? Normally, within few minutes of coming to the place, she would come and join him at the table. Why had she not done so today?

He beckoned at the sales girl that had served him.

'Where's Princess? I've not seen her since I came here this evening. Hope all is well with her.'

'She's not feeling too good. Actually, she's down with malaria.'

'Oh, I see.'

No wonder he had not seen her. That meant he would have to take on another lady. He had always enjoyed Princess. She had the shape and figure he would wish a lady to have. For months now, since he started patronizing Pleasure Zone, and since the first time he had her, Manu had made her his choice. He had some other ladies he slept with in other joints, but as far as Pleasure Zone was concerned, Princess was 'numero uno.'

He was still contemplating what next to do when he heard some noise coming from the passageway that led to different rooms of the brothel.

The noise soon moved to the bar. He could see the Manager looking agitated and trying to settle a scuffle between a man and a lady. The man was only in a boxer while the lady was clad only in bra and skirt. To Manu's surprise, the man was Femi while the woman was Juliet. Femi and Juliet were the ones causing the hullabaloo. Incredible! He stood and moved to them.

'I will not agree o,' Juliet was saying. 'Just see the way he slapped me! For what?'

'Did you not slap me back?' Femi retorted.

'Besides, you made me to do it. Why did you refuse to open your leg wide?'



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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.


* * *


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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