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She yawned. "I think it's time we go to bed now."

"Yes." I disengaged from her and stood up.

"You may sleep here, if you want."

I stared briefly at her. "Okay, mum."

I went to the other side of the bed, and lay at her side.

She snuggled up to me, the way a lover would. I wrapped my right hand around her shoulders. There was no kiss again, and there was no cuddle. It was time to sleep.





Princess

I woke in the middle of the night to wee. I could still see Richard sleeping calmly and blissfully on my bed. My heart started racing as I remembered how my sweet innocent boy had grown to become a very handsome dude. Of course, he took after me, his mother, in many aspects.

I was however unsettled about his lack of sensitivity to sexuality. He was already twenty two and I was not at ease with this his nature. I moved closer to him on the bed and placed my right hand on his chest. Gently, I rubbed on it.

Richard was my source of joy. For over ten years after his dad had severed communication with us, I had been the only one bearing the responsibility of his feeding, clothing and education. I was glad to do all these. I refused to marry again as I saw all men as scums. Yes, all men. But I knew my son would grow up to be responsible.

I believed his present claim of asexuality was an aberration and must be corrected. I believed with measured guiding and goading, my sweetie would be a normal heterosexual. I soon slept off and didn't wake up until dawn.

Later that Saturday, I would be attending a wedding of one of our junior staff members at work. Sweetie would be accompanying me there I went to the kitchen to prepare toast bread and beverage. I had my bath. By then, Richard had woken up and had gone to his room.

Later, we had breakfast. By ten o'clock, we were dressed up for the occasion. I wore a simple pink lace material while Richard wore a black suit with red bowl tie. He, indeed, looked dashing.

"You look good, sweetie," I commented. "What about me? How do I look?"

He smiled radiantly. "You're very beautiful, mum."

I drove my SUV car while Richard sat on the passenger's seat. The wedding venue was off Randle Avenue. In less than thirty minutes, we were there. As soon as we entered the church, I met Ms. Elizabeth Adedun, our overall boss at work.


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“Hey, stop flattering. I don’t need it.”

“I only say what I mean. I don’t flatter. But wait, are you really sure you want this relationship?”

“I should be the one to ask you if you’re sure.”

“I’m more than sure.”

“I’m also more than sure.”

"Okay. I will give you caresses, amazing touches that will be fulfilling. But, then, like I said, the romance will not go beyond that for now."

I kissed her lips, gently, tenderly. Then I continued to hold her hands.

“I know people will talk, but I don’t care,” I said.

She shrugged. “I don’t care too, as long as there’s love between us.”

“Yes.” I checked the time on my phone. “I think I should go now. I don’t want you to be late for church.”

She shook her head. “I may not go to church again today. I want to be with you.”

I smiled. “The feeling is mutual, Dupe darling.”

We hugged again and lie on the bed, side by side.

“What are your likes and dislikes?” I asked.

She told me. “We have the same likes and dislikes,” I said.

“Oh, good. Just a minute.” She stood up from the bed and went to the wardrobe. Backing me, she removed the robe shat wearing. Even from the back view, she was beautiful and gorgeous. I remembered Busola. Slow down, boy, I told myself.

Dupe changed into a black, collarless t-shirt and a bum short, this time around, a black one. Then she came back to lie on the bed.

“Can you cuddle me a bit?” she asked.

Somehow, I knew it would not be more than a cuddle.

“Sure,” I said. She lie on her back. Where would I start the cuddle? I started on her belly. She raised the cloth for me to have a good access.

But her boobs were still out of view. Her tummy was smooth and flat. The flatness was probably as a result of her lying position. As I mover my palms to her body, the image of Busola suddenly appeared. It was vivid, as if I had seen her real picture. I stopped my act immediately.



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There was a slight pause. "No."

"You see, that means there's a problem."

"No problem, mum. I haven't done it because I'm not interested."

"You're supposed to have to have interest. A young man like you should have interest."

She sat down on the bed and made me to sit by her side.

"There's no need to get worried, mum, I'm okay."

"So far, I can't see that. I can see what Cynthia meant now."

"I'm sure that when the time is ripe, I'll have a normal relationship, marry and have a child."

"Hmn..." Mum was pensive.

I wrapped my hands around her shoulders in reassuring way. I could see she was trying to dispel the anxiety or fear or doubts that she had.

"I want everything to be alright with you, " she said.

"I know mum. That's why you're the best mum in the world."

A smile lit up her face.

"You not only have a beautiful body, you have a beautiful heart."

"Oh, sweetie, I'm happy to hear that from you."

In that sitting position, she hugged me. I held her too and gently rubbed her back. I could feel her heartbeat against my chest. Not just that, I could feel the warmth of her breasts, even as they nestled inside the cotton sleepwear she was wearing.

I remembered some of the stories I had read about sexual relationship between mum and son. How could they do that?

Yes, my mum was beautiful. Yes, she was still very attractive at forties. Yes, she was indeed a hot Mum. All the same....

"I love you, my dear," she said in a whisper.

"I love you too, mum." I gently cuddled her back. Maybe I shouldn't have done done that, for she brought her lips to mine for another long kiss. This time around, I decided to indulge her. It was a long kiss. When we finally stopped, she smiled at me.

"Don't forget that I will always love you, sweetie," she said.

"I will always love you too, mum."

She yawned. "I think it's time we go to bed now."

"Yes." I disengaged from her and stood up.

"You may sleep here, if you want."



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But all these would be if he kept to his words.

An idea flashed through her mind. She had an aunty married to a timber magnate in Lome. Sename remembered that the aunty once boasted that she had the key to retaining the attention and the affection (if you could call it that) of any man that crossed her path. Sename smiled to herself again. It was time she consulted the aunty.



Damilola woke up around six a.m. Then, she remembered that it was Saturday morning and she would not be going to work. She lazed on the bed for several minutes. She thought of what she would be doing with herself that weekend.

By noon, she would be visiting Josh. He had said he looked forward to seeing her again. Before she would leave, she would just relax and take things easy.

Still in her night wear, Damilola went to the kitchen. The big refrigeration there had assorted juices. She poured the drinks generously in a big mug and returned to her room.

She played music on her i-phone as she sipped her drinks. Some minutes later, she decided to have her bath. She was still in the bathroom when Zizi came to inform that breakfast was ready.

After creaming her body, she chose to wear a white t-shirt and a short jeans skirt for now. Her parents were already eating by the time she got to the dining table.

'Good morning, dad, good morning, mum.'

"My baby girl, how are you?' Her father smiled up at her. It was the way he used to address her. At almost twenty-eight, her father still called her baby girl.

Her mother too smiled at her. Julie was a reticent woman. If anyone talked a lot in that house and raised so much fuss, it was daddy.

'Why is Helen not here?' The man looked at the chair on which Helen normally sat. 'Don't tell me she's still mourning that her boyfriend.'

'I think she'll soon be here.' Julie nodded and looked at her husband reassuringly.

The breakfast was toasted bread and beverages. It was one of Damilola's favorites. She enjoyed the food and ate to her satisfaction. Truly, just as her mother said, Helen soon came to join them.

'Helen, baby. How 're you?' LaVos expressed delight that she had finally come.

'Fine, dad. Morning, mum.'

'How're you, my dear?' Julie looked at him briefly in I-told-you-so manner. She patted her daughter.

'Life goes on.' LaVos lifted the tea cup to his mouth. 'I don't understand why you should be brooding over him. You're still young, enjoy your life.'

The others did not say anything. Damilola sometimes wondered how her father was able to take things as calmly as he did. For instance, the way he reacted to the death of Helen's fiancé was rather too cool, almost as if he was expecting the news.

Damilola glanced at her mother. She was sitting calmly beside her husband. As far as Damilola could remember, there was no time her mother had any serious argument with her husband, or raised her voice against him. She always seemed to agree with him - both in words and in silence. Mummy was too cool and pliant for Damilola's liking.

Later that morning, she was in her room, watching the satellite television. Daddy and mummy had gone out. She suspected that Helen had gone out too. By eleven in the morning, she was watching Channel O, when Funmi, her friend came to visit.

Funmi had been her friend since their secondary school days. As a matter of fact, they went to the same federal government girls college. Funmi was the only daughter of the Lawsons and they dotted on her. She was an almost spoilt child.

Funmi was still with Damilola when Josh called her line.

'When are you coming, baby?' There was a sense of anticipation about him.

'By mid-day, I should be there.'

'Have you left home?'

'Not yet, but I'll soon leave.'

'How was your night?' The question was an afterthought.

'It was fine. How was yours?'

'Fine too. I'll be expecting you, baby.'
Damilola smiled. 'Alright.' She dropped the phone on the bed.


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But all these would be if he kept to his words.

An idea flashed through her mind. She had an aunty married to a timber magnate in Lome. Sename remembered that the aunty once boasted that she had the key to retaining the attention and the affection (if you could call it that) of any man that crossed her path. Sename smiled to herself again. It was time she consulted the aunty.



Damilola woke up around six a.m. Then, she remembered that it was Saturday morning and she would not be going to work. She lazed on the bed for several minutes. She thought of what she would be doing with herself that weekend.

By noon, she would be visiting Josh. He had said he looked forward to seeing her again. Before she would leave, she would just relax and take things easy.

Still in her night wear, Damilola went to the kitchen. The big refrigeration there had assorted juices. She poured the drinks generously in a big mug and returned to her room.

She played music on her i-phone as she sipped her drinks. Some minutes later, she decided to have her bath. She was still in the bathroom when Zizi came to inform that breakfast was ready.

After creaming her body, she chose to wear a white t-shirt and a short jeans skirt for now. Her parents were already eating by the time she got to the dining table.

'Good morning, dad, good morning, mum.'

"My baby girl, how are you?' Her father smiled up at her. It was the way he used to address her. At almost twenty-eight, her father still called her baby girl.

Her mother too smiled at her. Julie was a reticent woman. If anyone talked a lot in that house and raised so much fuss, it was daddy.

'Why is Helen not here?' The man looked at the chair on which Helen normally sat. 'Don't tell me she's still mourning that her boyfriend.'

'I think she'll soon be here.' Julie nodded and looked at her husband reassuringly.

The breakfast was toasted bread and beverages. It was one of Damilola's favorites. She enjoyed the food and ate to her satisfaction. Truly, just as her mother said, Helen soon came to join them.

'Helen, baby. How 're you?' LaVos expressed delight that she had finally come.

'Fine, dad. Morning, mum.'

'How're you, my dear?' Julie looked at him briefly in I-told-you-so manner. She patted her daughter.

'Life goes on.' LaVos lifted the tea cup to his mouth. 'I don't understand why you should be brooding over him. You're still young, enjoy your life.'

The others did not say anything. Damilola sometimes wondered how her father was able to take things as calmly as he did. For instance, the way he reacted to the death of Helen's fiancé was rather too cool, almost as if he was expecting the news.

Damilola glanced at her mother. She was sitting calmly beside her husband. As far as Damilola could remember, there was no time her mother had any serious argument with her husband, or raised her voice against him. She always seemed to agree with him - both in words and in silence. Mummy was too cool and pliant for Damilola's liking.

Later that morning, she was in her room, watching the satellite television. Daddy and mummy had gone out. She suspected that Helen had gone out too. By eleven in the morning, she was watching Channel O, when Funmi, her friend came to visit.

Funmi had been her friend since their secondary school days. As a matter of fact, they went to the same federal government girls college. Funmi was the only daughter of the Lawsons and they dotted on her. She was an almost spoilt child.

Funmi was still with Damilola when Josh called her line.

'When are you coming, baby?' There was a sense of anticipation about him.

'By mid-day, I should be there.'

'Have you left home?'

'Not yet, but I'll soon leave.'

'How was your night?' The question was an afterthought.

'It was fine. How was yours?'

'Fine too. I'll be expecting you, baby.'
Damilola smiled. 'Alright.' She dropped the phone on the bed.


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Laji was the first and only son of Leke LaVos, the business mogul from Nigeria. His siblings were Helen and Damilola LaVos.

At thirty-two, he had no plans about marrying and settling down. Some months back when his mother called him from Nigeria, she had asked him how far were his plans about having a better half. Laji had laughed it off as if it was the funniest question on earth.

He had come to the States since he was nineteen. That meant he had spent about thirteen years there. Over those years, he had acquired a Masters degree in Biotic Engineering from the State university. He worked for a computer firm and was quite doing well.

L.A was a young man of the world. He was a sociable man that loved clubbing and engaging in many social activities. He had many friends and followers on the social media. This early evening, the only reason why he was still at home was because Monica, his Latino girlfriend had called that she was on her way to his flat.

The door bell rang. Swiftly, Laji moved to it. Monica, the black-haired lady he was expecting was at the door.

'Hello, sweetheart.' There was complete delight in him to see her.

'Hello, honey.' She seemed very delighted too to be there.

They kissed passionately like lovers who had not seen each other for a long time.

'I'm so tired.' She yawned to show that she meant what she said.

'Don't worry. I'll help you.'

With that, he lifted her and took her straight to the bedroom.

'We didn't finish yesterday's game.' There was a lustful grin on his face as he flopped her on the bed.

'I know. Why the hurry? I'm gonna be here all night long.'

'The earlier the game starts the better.' The lustful grin was still on his face.

Before she could reply, his cell phone rang. It was a distant call from Nigeria.

Sename felt pain in the pelvic area of her body by the time Nonso was through with her. She was not a virgin, but she never found sexual intercourse anything pleasant. She found this particular one painful. It was the way he had handled her.

He was so forceful and so fierce, as if his life depended on it. She felt used and bruised. She wondered if he could really say he was delighted after the whole thing. Sename shook her head. She never understood men and their craving for sex. She had never really enjoyed engaging in the act and she wondered why some men acted as if it was indispensable and as if without it, they would die.

She went to the bathroom to clean herself up. There was a little bleeding coming from her private part. The man was not gentle at all, to say the least. He had handled her like a man with craze for sex.

She did what she could do to clean the mess up and returned to her work. Her mind was in a frenzy. She knew madam must never hear what she and oga just did. She had only spent two weeks in the house and this had happened.

So, oga had been nursing those lustful thoughts since she started working there! Men, she thought in disgusts. Why were they never satisfied with what they had? Madam, although no longer a young woman and was on the fat side, was still attractive.

Why couldn't oga be content with that? She knew the man was much older than her own father back in Togo. Why would a man like that stoop so low as to sleep with a house girl?

Maybe it was because you were still young, she told herself. Maybe as you grew older, you would understand things better. Then, her mind went to the promises oga made. Did he really mean those things, or was he just saying them just to have his way?

Sename wondered on the prospects of what she would do if the man should fulfill the promises he had made. She smiled to herself. That would mean she would be saying bye bye to poverty. But all these would be if he kept to his words.


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Laji was the first and only son of Leke LaVos, the business mogul from Nigeria. His siblings were Helen and Damilola LaVos.

At thirty-two, he had no plans about marrying and settling down. Some months back when his mother called him from Nigeria, she had asked him how far were his plans about having a better half. Laji had laughed it off as if it was the funniest question on earth.

He had come to the States since he was nineteen. That meant he had spent about thirteen years there. Over those years, he had acquired a Masters degree in Biotic Engineering from the State university. He worked for a computer firm and was quite doing well.

L.A was a young man of the world. He was a sociable man that loved clubbing and engaging in many social activities. He had many friends and followers on the social media. This early evening, the only reason why he was still at home was because Monica, his Latino girlfriend had called that she was on her way to his flat.

The door bell rang. Swiftly, Laji moved to it. Monica, the black-haired lady he was expecting was at the door.

'Hello, sweetheart.' There was complete delight in him to see her.

'Hello, honey.' She seemed very delighted too to be there.

They kissed passionately like lovers who had not seen each other for a long time.

'I'm so tired.' She yawned to show that she meant what she said.

'Don't worry. I'll help you.'

With that, he lifted her and took her straight to the bedroom.

'We didn't finish yesterday's game.' There was a lustful grin on his face as he flopped her on the bed.

'I know. Why the hurry? I'm gonna be here all night long.'

'The earlier the game starts the better.' The lustful grin was still on his face.

Before she could reply, his cell phone rang. It was a distant call from Nigeria.

Sename felt pain in the pelvic area of her body by the time Nonso was through with her. She was not a virgin, but she never found sexual intercourse anything pleasant. She found this particular one painful. It was the way he had handled her.

He was so forceful and so fierce, as if his life depended on it. She felt used and bruised. She wondered if he could really say he was delighted after the whole thing. Sename shook her head. She never understood men and their craving for sex. She had never really enjoyed engaging in the act and she wondered why some men acted as if it was indispensable and as if without it, they would die.

She went to the bathroom to clean herself up. There was a little bleeding coming from her private part. The man was not gentle at all, to say the least. He had handled her like a man with craze for sex.

She did what she could do to clean the mess up and returned to her work. Her mind was in a frenzy. She knew madam must never hear what she and oga just did. She had only spent two weeks in the house and this had happened.

So, oga had been nursing those lustful thoughts since she started working there! Men, she thought in disgusts. Why were they never satisfied with what they had? Madam, although no longer a young woman and was on the fat side, was still attractive.

Why couldn't oga be content with that? She knew the man was much older than her own father back in Togo. Why would a man like that stoop so low as to sleep with a house girl?

Maybe it was because you were still young, she told herself. Maybe as you grew older, you would understand things better. Then, her mind went to the promises oga made. Did he really mean those things, or was he just saying them just to have his way?

Sename wondered on the prospects of what she would do if the man should fulfill the promises he had made. She smiled to herself. That would mean she would be saying bye bye to poverty. But all these would be if he kept to his words.


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My mother had always been the best mother someone could have, so I had no misgivings about her intents. What she however did next shocked me.

Her mouth surprisingly came for mine in a full mouth-to-mouth kiss. I quickly disengaged from her.

"Mum, we can't do that."

"Listen, sweetie, this is all between us. I'm only trying to find out something. Something very important. I want to know if you are capable of having erection or not. It won't go beyond that, trust me."

I was ruffled. What was mummy driving at? Was it right to subject me to this? I however remained calm. She gently brought her lips again. This time it was a French kiss. This was all wrong, my mind screamed at me. How could I be kissing my mum, my own mother?

I wanted to remove my mouth and disengage from her, but she held on to me so tightly. The kiss went on. I didn't find it comfortable or fascinating. I had to exert force to stop her.

"Mum, this is not right," I said, breathless. "This is not just right. This can lead to incest. Mum, we have to stop this."

She still held my hands. "You still don't understand me, sweetie. I won't lure you to bed. It won't get to committing the real act. I'm only doing some finding. Now, the question is do you feel anything, now? Did you feel aroused?"

"Aroused?" It sounded strange to me. "How could I? You're my mum!"

"Oh sweetie. I know I'm your mum, but I'm also a woman. You're a guy, a virile young man; you are supposed to be aroused."

"What? With my mum?"

She looked ruffled. "Listen, Richard, if you can't get aroused, then, there's a problem."

"But I don't have a problem."

She sighed, looked disturbed and looked at me straight in the eyes. "Tell me, sweetie, have you ever had sex with a girl or lady before?"

There was a slight pause. "No."

"You see, that means there's a problem."


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She stared at me. “Your late wife told me.”

I was now totally surprised. “Busola? Busola told you that?”

“Yes. But that will be a talk for another day.”

I knew that at a time, Busola took Ms. Morgan as her confidante, but I never suspected that she would reveal such a thing to her.

I suddenly gained some confidence. “You’re right on so many things, you know?”

“Such as what?”

I moved towards her. She was now with arm reach. “Such as I’ve always secretly admired you; and that …” the words trailed off.

“And that…what?”

“And that I will love to love you.”

She feigned being surprised. “Really?”

“Yes. You were right that I could never have brought myself to saying it.”

She nodded.

“Thank you for helping me to say it.”

“It’s okay.”

“I’m ready to love you. I’m ready to love you the way no man has ever loved you before.”

Suddenly, tears came to her eyes. “Are you sure, Tayo?”

“Yes, I’m perfectly sure.”

Simultaneously, two of us opened our arms to embrace each other. There was eagerness in doing this, but not the eagerness to consummate lust. I held her gingerly in my hands and gently kissed her.

Yes, it was amazing to hold and kiss Ms. Morgan so tenderly. Several minutes later, we were still in that position and she was still in my arms.

When we finally disengaged, she held my right hand.

“Come.” She led me to her bedroom upstairs, a large room with many big wardrobes. We sat on the edge of the king-size bed.

“Are really sure about this Ms. Morgan?”

“Call me Dupe.”

I smiled. “What does that mean?”

“Are you sure you don’t know the meaning?”

“I want to hear what it means from you.”

“Modupe means I give thanks to God.”

“It’s a wonderful name from the most beautiful and desirable woman I’ve ever seen.”

“Hey, stop flattering. I don’t need it.”



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Zizi was the fat and lively housemaid.
'Come in.'

The latter gently opened the door and stepped inside.

Zizi grinned at her. 'Sorry to disturb you, but that your friend, sister Abi is around to see you.'

'Where's she right now?'

'She's in the sitting room downstairs, ma'am.'

'Please tell her to come up.'

Abi was Helen's good friend. They were the same age, but Abi had successfully settled down. About four months ago, Abi was joined in wedlock in a very lavish ceremony. Helen had been her best lady and had promised that her own wedding would be grander than Abi's own.

Abi knocked at the door and without waiting for an answer came in.

'I should have been here since yesterday.' There was apology over Abi's face. 'I'm sorry I couldn't make it. I'm so sorry to hear the news. What did you say happen to him?'

Helen told her.

Abi shook her head in sympathy. 'My condolence. Please, take heart.'

'Thank you.'

She sat next to her friend on the bed and sighed. 'I've been thinking about the incident since yesterday. Helen, don't you think this thing is not ordinary?'

Helen appeared to think over it. 'I don't understand what you mean.'

Abi moved closer to her friend.

'Listen carefully. This is your second fiancé to die within a period of two years. If I could recollect, you would've done your wedding before mine. Your first fiancé fell ill and died before the engagement could come up. Now, this has happened again. Don't you think something is wrong somewhere?'

Helen had a far-away look. 'So, what d'you think is wrong?'

'I think it has to do with something spiritual. This kind of thing doesn't happen ordinarily. There's something mysterious about the whole thing.'

Helen appeared thoughtful. 'What can I do now?'

Abi's voice dropped to the level of a whisper. 'There's a baba I know. He is very powerful. Once you agree and I take you there, the mystery will be unraveled.'

Helen looked defiant. 'But, I don't believe in such things. I've never gone to such people before.'

'O.k. I didn't know you prefer that this mysterious occurrence should continue. No problem. Have your way as you wish.'

Helen could sense the impending indifference. 'No, Abi, don't talk like that. I know you're trying to help. But this thing you're suggesting sounds ...it sounds strange and... and...'

'Strange or not strange, this man I'm talking about will unravel the whole thing.'

Helen was in thoughts for some moments again. 'Alright.' She shrugged. 'Let me think over it. In a few days’ time, I'll let you know my decision.'

"I'll suggest that you act fast. The longer you delay, the more the problem deals with you. Remember that delay is dangerous.'

Helen nodded. 'I agree that indeed delay is dangerous. Thank you, my friend for the timely advice.'

Laji flipped from one channel to another. He loved music and entertainment and would spend hours watching one station or the other. It was a summer afternoon, his best weather since he came to live in the U.S.

His flat in Indianapolis was a moderate but cozy one. Laji, alias L.A, liked it like that. Laji was the first and only son of Leke LaVos, the business mogul from Nigeria. His siblings were Helen and Damilola LaVos.


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Zizi was the fat and lively housemaid.
'Come in.'

The latter gently opened the door and stepped inside.

Zizi grinned at her. 'Sorry to disturb you, but that your friend, sister Abi is around to see you.'

'Where's she right now?'

'She's in the sitting room downstairs, ma'am.'

'Please tell her to come up.'

Abi was Helen's good friend. They were the same age, but Abi had successfully settled down. About four months ago, Abi was joined in wedlock in a very lavish ceremony. Helen had been her best lady and had promised that her own wedding would be grander than Abi's own.

Abi knocked at the door and without waiting for an answer came in.

'I should have been here since yesterday.' There was apology over Abi's face. 'I'm sorry I couldn't make it. I'm so sorry to hear the news. What did you say happen to him?'

Helen told her.

Abi shook her head in sympathy. 'My condolence. Please, take heart.'

'Thank you.'

She sat next to her friend on the bed and sighed. 'I've been thinking about the incident since yesterday. Helen, don't you think this thing is not ordinary?'

Helen appeared to think over it. 'I don't understand what you mean.'

Abi moved closer to her friend.

'Listen carefully. This is your second fiancé to die within a period of two years. If I could recollect, you would've done your wedding before mine. Your first fiancé fell ill and died before the engagement could come up. Now, this has happened again. Don't you think something is wrong somewhere?'

Helen had a far-away look. 'So, what d'you think is wrong?'

'I think it has to do with something spiritual. This kind of thing doesn't happen ordinarily. There's something mysterious about the whole thing.'

Helen appeared thoughtful. 'What can I do now?'

Abi's voice dropped to the level of a whisper. 'There's a baba I know. He is very powerful. Once you agree and I take you there, the mystery will be unraveled.'

Helen looked defiant. 'But, I don't believe in such things. I've never gone to such people before.'

'O.k. I didn't know you prefer that this mysterious occurrence should continue. No problem. Have your way as you wish.'

Helen could sense the impending indifference. 'No, Abi, don't talk like that. I know you're trying to help. But this thing you're suggesting sounds ...it sounds strange and... and...'

'Strange or not strange, this man I'm talking about will unravel the whole thing.'

Helen was in thoughts for some moments again. 'Alright.' She shrugged. 'Let me think over it. In a few days’ time, I'll let you know my decision.'

"I'll suggest that you act fast. The longer you delay, the more the problem deals with you. Remember that delay is dangerous.'

Helen nodded. 'I agree that indeed delay is dangerous. Thank you, my friend for the timely advice.'

Laji flipped from one channel to another. He loved music and entertainment and would spend hours watching one station or the other. It was a summer afternoon, his best weather since he came to live in the U.S.

His flat in Indianapolis was a moderate but cozy one. Laji, alias L.A, liked it like that. Laji was the first and only son of Leke LaVos, the business mogul from Nigeria. His siblings were Helen and Damilola LaVos.


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I was all curious. "What did Cynthia say?"

Mum stared at me for some seconds. "She said you were not romantic."

I listened without saying a word.

"Let me ask you this: is it true you never made love to her?"

I sighed. "If by that, you mean did I ever have sex with her? My answer is no. I believe cuddling and smooching her is love making by itself."

Mum looked at me in surprise. "Why exactly were you not intimate with her? Don't you find her attractive, or sexually attractive enough."

I grinned. "Surely, I find Cynthia attractive. Sexual? No."

Mum looked horrified. "Sweetie, don't tell me you're gay."

I shook my head vehemently. "I'm not gay."

"Any normal heterosexual will find beautiful Cynthia sexually attractive," she said. "How could you say otherwise?"

I shook my head again. "I just don't have any sexual attraction for her."

"Do you have problem of erectile dysfunction? Look, Richard, I'm your mother. Talk to me." Now, mum was looking worried.

"No mum, I'm okay."

"Are you sure, sweetie?"

I smiled wanly. "Sure, mum, I'm okay."

"We'll see to that." She stood up from the bed. "Come over, Richard."

As soon as I got to her she encircled her arms round my neck.

"Listen, sweetie, I'm not trying to seduce you. I won't go down to that level, but I really need to get the facts right. So, I need you cooperate with me. I'm doing this as a caring mum."

My mother had always been the best mother someone could have, so I had no misgivings about her intents. What she however did next shocked me.

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'Since yesterday afternoon? That was long ago. That's about twenty four hours ago now.'

He laughed across the line. 'Once again, my apologies.'

'Apologies accepted, but don't do it again o.'

'Yes, your Lordship.'

The two of them laughed.

'Don't worry. I'll make it up. This weekend, I promise to make it up.' His voice over the line was very unambiguous.

'O.k. That'll be nice. So, how's everything at your end?' She could even predict what his answer would be.

'All is well, dear. Every thing's cool.'

She nodded. 'Alright. Bye for now.'

'Bye bye.'

Damilola cut the line. The office assistant knocked at her door and brought in the burger she had ordered for.

'Thank you.' Damilola took the pack from her. Just then, her cell phone rang. It was Josh on the line again.

'Hello. I called to fulfill my promise to call.' There was a short laugh and he seemed to find his action very funny.

'Not so fast, mister. I expect you to call in a couple of hours’ time.'

'This one too is a call, darling.' He was a smooth operator but Damilola would not fall for that.

'I know, but I'll still be expecting the other call in a couple of hours’ time, or so.'

'You win.' He laughed again. 'Alright, till then.'

She cut the line again, smiling to herself. She decided to have her breakfast. As she munched the burger, she opened the plastic bottle of carbonated drinks she would take with it.

Her mind went to five months ago when she first met Josh. She was at Maryland ShopRite where she had gone for some shopping. She did not know he had been observing and following her inside the expansive shopping hall.

As she was about to pay through the POS, he came to her side and offered to pay for everything she had bought by cash. She was pleasantly surprised by the offer, but he insisted he should be allowed to do it.

Later, he chatted her up briefly at the car park. He appeared to be a bit overbearing from the on-set. He had introduced himself as a petroleum engineer and the son of a prominent politician. He got her number and they had started dating since then.

At twenty-eight, Damilola had started looking forward to a lasting relationship. She would not mind having someone that would propose marriage to her, the one she would finally marry.

Josh had not made any such proposition. Damilola was still studying him, but he, so far, looked like someone who did not have marriage idea in his lexicon. But she might be wrong. Maybe he too was studying her and would soon make the move.

While Damilola was thinking about her relationship with Josh, her sister, Helen too was ruminating over her past relationship with Richard. Helen had already started dreaming of settling down with him.

Richard was a consultant in pediatrics. He had looked so promising, but an automobile accident had put an end to any further dream of him.

There was a gentle rap at the door and Helen was brought back from her reverie.

'Yes, who is it?' She sat up and looked towards the door.

'It's me, Zizi.' Zizi was the fat and lively housemaid.

'Come in.'


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'Since yesterday afternoon? That was long ago. That's about twenty four hours ago now.'

He laughed across the line. 'Once again, my apologies.'

'Apologies accepted, but don't do it again o.'

'Yes, your Lordship.'

The two of them laughed.

'Don't worry. I'll make it up. This weekend, I promise to make it up.' His voice over the line was very unambiguous.

'O.k. That'll be nice. So, how's everything at your end?' She could even predict what his answer would be.

'All is well, dear. Every thing's cool.'

She nodded. 'Alright. Bye for now.'

'Bye bye.'

Damilola cut the line. The office assistant knocked at her door and brought in the burger she had ordered for.

'Thank you.' Damilola took the pack from her. Just then, her cell phone rang. It was Josh on the line again.

'Hello. I called to fulfill my promise to call.' There was a short laugh and he seemed to find his action very funny.

'Not so fast, mister. I expect you to call in a couple of hours’ time.'

'This one too is a call, darling.' He was a smooth operator but Damilola would not fall for that.

'I know, but I'll still be expecting the other call in a couple of hours’ time, or so.'

'You win.' He laughed again. 'Alright, till then.'

She cut the line again, smiling to herself. She decided to have her breakfast. As she munched the burger, she opened the plastic bottle of carbonated drinks she would take with it.

Her mind went to five months ago when she first met Josh. She was at Maryland ShopRite where she had gone for some shopping. She did not know he had been observing and following her inside the expansive shopping hall.

As she was about to pay through the POS, he came to her side and offered to pay for everything she had bought by cash. She was pleasantly surprised by the offer, but he insisted he should be allowed to do it.

Later, he chatted her up briefly at the car park. He appeared to be a bit overbearing from the on-set. He had introduced himself as a petroleum engineer and the son of a prominent politician. He got her number and they had started dating since then.

At twenty-eight, Damilola had started looking forward to a lasting relationship. She would not mind having someone that would propose marriage to her, the one she would finally marry.

Josh had not made any such proposition. Damilola was still studying him, but he, so far, looked like someone who did not have marriage idea in his lexicon. But she might be wrong. Maybe he too was studying her and would soon make the move.

While Damilola was thinking about her relationship with Josh, her sister, Helen too was ruminating over her past relationship with Richard. Helen had already started dreaming of settling down with him.

Richard was a consultant in pediatrics. He had looked so promising, but an automobile accident had put an end to any further dream of him.

There was a gentle rap at the door and Helen was brought back from her reverie.

'Yes, who is it?' She sat up and looked towards the door.

'It's me, Zizi.' Zizi was the fat and lively housemaid.

'Come in.'


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