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“Why do you close your eyes?”

She shrugged. “I don’t know.”

I completely removed her bra. Now, I could clearly see those lovely boobs. They were modest in size but very firm. I was breathing hard as I kissed the nipples. I could feel them harden as my mouth made contact with them. Now, I had the authority to cuddle, kiss and caress them.

“They are beautiful,” I said in a voice scarcely above whispers. “I’m not surprised. Just like I said before, they’re the most beautiful breasts I had even seen.”

She clung unto me and held me very tightly. That very evening, I proved to her that I was a complete man.

Now, I was happily married. I loved my wife and liked her upbringing. I liked the fact that her father was a pastor and that she had a good and godly background.

Busola turned to be a good wife and a wonderful home maker. With my connection, I was able to get her a job in a giant multinational telecommunication company. I also give her some money to upgrade her wardrobe.

Our first child was a boy named Anthony. Two years later, a baby girl came and we named her Elizabeth. I was now in the fourth year of working for Ms. Morgan. It was election year and by June, the baton of leadership would change in the national assembly. Simply put, the work of Ms. Morgan and I would soon come to an end.

It had been worthwhile and I would never forget the experience. I was yet to make up my mind whether to continue to work for Ms. Morgan or to look elsewhere.

By middle of February, when campaigns were winding up, I got a most devastating news of my life. Busola was driving to her office and she got hit from behind by a truck that lost control.

It was a ghastly accident. She was the only one in the car and was rushed to the intensive care unit of a private hospital. By the time I got there she had passed on.

I could not believe it. I was even too shock to cry at that moment. Busola? My own darling wife? It was incredible. Later, I was inconsolable. How could this happen to me? How could I have a marriage that lasted just a couple of years?

How would I cope without Busola? And the children – oh, poor children. They were still young; how would I cope with taking care of them?

I almost lost my bearing the following days and weeks. But then, I realized that life always had ups and downs. It was an unfortunate thing, but life must go on. Thankfully, my mother-in-law agreed to take care of Tony and Elizabeth in Osogbo. What a turn of life!
The following day, after Busola's burial, Ms. Morgan paid me a visit.

"You need to take heart and not to remain depressed," she advised. "Such is life. Take, get out of the doldrums and come back to life. You can always count on me. I'll be there for you."
"Thank you madam." Before she left, she gave along bear hug I felt was longer than necessary.



In the first week of June, Ms. Morgan called me to her office.

“Mrs. Bukola Abdulahi has been reelected as a member of the House of Representatives,” Mrs. Morgan started, “but she will not come back as deputy Speaker in the new assembly. What are your plans after this job has ended?”
I sighed. “I’m yet to decide, I will take time to decide what exactly to do with myself.”

Ms. Morgan nodded and smiled. She seemed happy about my answer. “I have an offer for you,” she said.

I tried to grin. Ms. Morgan was always trying to be nice. “What offer, madam?”

“Listen, Tayo. Let me say this, your coming into my life has brought many good things for me, and I won’t forget that. I want you to be my G.M.”

“G.M? General Manager?”

She chuckled. “No, I mean Group Manager. I want you to be the manager that oversees all many stores and business outfits. Of course, the money is not as good as what you’re currently earning, but I’ll still make it worthwhile for you.”

I was full of thoughts. “Madam, your coming into my life has been wonderful for me, too. I really thank God for bringing me into contact with you. I really appreciate you. I will accept your offer, madam.”

“Hey, you don’t even know how much I would offer, yet.”

I shrugged. “I know it will be okay.”

She stood up from behind her big desk and came towards me. “I’m glad you accepted, Tayo. Come and give me a hug.”

I stood up to hug her. Again the hug was long and I could feel a shocking wave pass through my body. Why was it that anything I had a full body contact with her, I had such an experience?

Was I the one imagining things?

At the end of the Abuja work, I returned to Lagos. Meanwhile, T.K had married and I could not stay with him again.

"I just acquired a new duplex at Ilupeju," she said. "There's a self-contained mini flat in what used to be the boys' quarters. If you don't mind, you can stay there at no cost."

It was a good and tempting offer but I had to say no politely. I should be on my own by now. I went on to rent a two-bedroom flat at Mafoluku to start another phase of life.

Ms. Morgan had three stores now and I was to oversee all of them. I had decided to give the job a trial. If things did not go as I envisaged, I would quit. The job meant I would always be on the move, from Allen to Opebi and Ogba. The good thing was the businesses were doing well and I was able to adjust easily.

The pay was good, but still far lower than what I was getting before. I also had to adjust my spending habit. The good thing was I was always prudent with spending.

The significant thing was Ms. Morgan remained very generous to me. Two months after coming back to Lagos, there was a Sunday she called me in the afternoon.

"Are you at home?" she asked. "I want to come around to see you. I was surprised by her intent.

"Let me come around to your place, Ma," I quickly said.

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"Let me come around to your place, Ma," I quickly said.

"No, don't worry. I'm already on my way there."

She had my address but had never visited my house before. Several minutes later, she drove inside the compound. I left my flat to quickly go downstairs to welcome her. Then we walked up to my flat.

"It's a nice place," she said as she briefly surveyed the area.

"Thank you, ma'am.

I ushered her into the sitting room and asked her the drinks I could offer her.

"No, thank you," she declined. "I just wanted to know your place," she declared.

"It's a honour to have you here. You're welcome."

We talked about this and that for some minutes.

"Aren't lonely? You're living here all alone? Don't you feel lonely?"

I grinned. "By August, one of my cousins is coming around for holiday. At least I will have company for a while."

"But the holiday will be over sooner than later, all your lonely days will continue. Anyway, the place I offered you is still there, when you change your mind."

She got to her feet. "Let me be on my way. Before I go, I have a little something for you."

She handed a big brown envelope to me. "That contains documents and the key of a Honda Civic car I'm giving to you. The car is in my residenceheart. Find time to come around to take it."

I was pleasantly surprised at this. "Thank you so much madam. I really appreciate it." She was indeed always generous to me and I was always appreciative.



Every month, I sent money to my mother-in-law to take care of my children. I realized that I was not actually spending much on myself and had a lot of money to safe.

I remained the private person I had always been. I neither went to club nor socialize. I neither drank nor smoke. Even now that I was back to being single, I made running after ladies an anathema.

About three months after I came back to Lagos, on a Saturday morning, Ms. Morgan gave me a call.

“Can you come around to my residence by five p.m?” she asked.

“That will be no problem, madam.”

She had bought a duplex in Ilupeju where she now stayed. I got to her residence by ten minutes to the time. It was not unusual for her to ask me to come to her house, so I didn’t think much of it.

The moment I stepped inside her house, I knew there was something different about the visit. As the maid motioned me to sit and wait for her in the large sitting-room downstairs, the aroma of food hit my noise. The smell was coming from the dining section of the large sitting-room. Ms. Morgan soon came to join me.

That was the first day I would see her in bum shorts and spaghetti top. The image of Lawyer Becky came to my mind.

“Good evening, madam.”

“Good evening, Tayo. How’s everything?”

“Fine. Everything is going well.”

She sat opposite me. “Let me go straight to the point. I have been blessed tremendously in the last months since you were in charge of my business; and even in the last few years. In appreciation, I’ve made a buffet and invited you over.”

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She sat opposite me. “Let me go straight to the point. I have been blessed tremendously in the last months since you were in charge of my business; and even in the last few years. In appreciation, I’ve made a buffet and invited you over.”

I smiled radiantly. “I feel honoured, madam.”

“The honour is mine.” She stood up. “Come on, let’s move to the dining-table.”

We moved to the designated place. It was indeed a buffet. I could choose between jolof rice fried rice and pounded yam. There was also ‘efo riro’ and ‘egusi’ soup.

I indeed enjoyed the meal. We returned to the seats in the sitting-room. After that, she asked the maid to bring the red wine.

She toasted and we drank. Much as I tried not to stare at her beautiful legs, I found it difficult.

“Maria!” she called. The house maid answered and came to the sitting-room.”

“There’s a folder on the bed in my bedroom upstairs. Bring it.”

“Yes, Mummy.”

After the maid had handed the folder to her, Ms. Morgan opened it and brought out some papers. “I have some documents here that I want you to have,” she said stretching her hands towards me.

I got the documents from her and quickly went through. It stated that I had the status of a partner in her business. It also stated that I had a stake of a cumulative ten % interest in all the profits she made from her business.
I was pleasantly surprised, to say the least. Mentally, I knew that would translate into several millions of naira.

“Madam, this is too much,” I said.

“It’s okay, Tayo. You deserve it.”

I stood up to give her a deep bow.

She smiled. “Oh, come on, Tayo. You deserve more that.”

“You’ve always been so benevolent to me,” I said. “I pray the almighty Lord will reward you abundantly.”

“Amen! And the almighty Lord will reward you too.”

In my heart, I really appreciated her goodness. There was no doubt that Ms. Modupe Grace Morgan was God-sent to me.

I stayed for several more minutes as we took the wine and chatted. I observed that there was something about the way she looked at me. I must be fantasizing. How could I imagine that Ms. Morgan was giving me a loving look?

No, it was not lustful. Neither was it coquettish, like Madam Becky’s case. I could not really place it, but that was the way Busola was looking at me before I made overtures to her.

In any case, it was too early for me to take a lover. I lost Busola just about ten months ago. I must stay off any love affair. That day, as I drove back home, I kept thinking about Ms. Morgan. This her benevolence was out of place. I decided that the way to repay her would be to continue to be dedicated and faithful to my job.

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This her benevolence was out of place. I decided that the way to repay her would be to continue to be dedicated and faithful to my job.


In November, I was on my routine visit to Ms. Morgan’s store at Agege when I saw a woman that looked like Madam Becky coming out. She immediately stopped and removed her sun glasses. She was the one alright.

“Is this not Tayo I’m seeing?” she said.

“Good afternoon, madam. Yes, it’s me. It’s nice to see you again.”

To my surprise, she rushed at me and gave me a bear hug.

“Oh, I’m so happy to see you,” she gushed. “I misplaced my phone and lost all the numbers on my contact. That was after I left the residence at Ogba. I’m really happy to see you again.”

“I’m happy to see you too, madam,” I said, although I doubted if that was really true.

“Oh my God.” She hugged me again. One would have thought she was the chummy aunt I had not seen for a very long time or something. She quickly brought her phone.

“Give me your number, my dear. Give me your number.”

I gave her the number and she flashed my phone. Surprisingly, I still had her number stored on my sim.

“Alright, Tayo,” she went on zealously. “I will be giving you a call. I will definitely do so.”

Phew, what a woman, I said to myself after she had gone. The same woman who said she never wanted to see me about four years ago was the one ostentatiously hugging me.

Later at home, I decided to fry the frozen chicken I had bought in the store. I could cook well and, many times, I cooked my own food at home.

I was still frying the chicken when my phone rang. It was from Mr. Yemi Bello, one of the friends I had made in Abuja. Yemi too worked for Mrs. Abdulahi.

We exchanged normal greetings. “Na wa o, is it that you’re very busy with your new work. Is that why I’ve not seen you, or heard from you?”

I chuckled. “I’m sorry, but you know life in Lagos could be hectic.”

“Lagos? Who’s talking about Lagos?”

‘But, I’m in Lagos. Since June, I’ve relocated to Lagos.”

“Lagos? Are you not working for the Honourable Speaker?”

“You’re mixing it up. I only worked in the office of Mrs. Abdulahi, the former deputy speaker.”

“God! Are you not working as media personnel to the Speaker?”

“No. I’m in Lagos working in the private sector.”

“Gosh! Why didn’t you accept the Speaker’s offer?”

“I’m sorry, I don’t know about any offer.”

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“I’m sorry, I don’t know about any offer.”

“Are you serious? Are you saying Ms. Morgan did not pass the message to you? I understand she said she would tell you when you could not be reached and they had to call her.”

I was totally surprised. “I’m not aware.”

For the remaining time that I conversed with Mr. Bello, I was ruffled. Was that true? Was it really true that I was to take up appointment with the Speaker and Ms. Morgan refused to tell me?

If that was true, that would be very bad. I could hardly bottle my displeasure. I picked up my phone and called her. “Good evening, madam. Are you at home?”

“No, not yet. But the driver is driving me home right now. Hope no problem.”

“No, no problem, but I’ve got to see you.”

“Come around. In twenty minutes’ time, I should be at home.”

It was not a matter to discuss on the phone, so I drove to her residence. It was few minutes past nine when I got there and she was in pajamas.

“Good evening, madam.”

“Good evening, Tayo. How’s everything?”

“Fine.” I gave her business reports and she seemed pleased with them.

“Oh, good, Tayo. Well done.”

I nodded. “Thank you, ma’am. But there’s something that baffles me, and that’s why I’m here.”

“What’s that?”

I told her about the call I received from Abuja and what the caller said. Madam’s expression immediately became solemn.

“Yes, it’s true that I was contacted to tell you that you could work as media personnel of the new Speaker. That was in June. I told them you would not be interested as you and I were planning some kind of business.”

My jaw dropped in surprise. “So, it was true what Mr. Bello said!”

She nodded, “Yes, Tayo.”

“But you didn’t tell me, madam. Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I’m sorry, Tayo.”

I couldn’t believe it. She went on to tell them I was not interested when she didn’t even discuss the matter with me! She should, at least, tell me about it.

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She went on to tell them I was not interested when she didn’t even discuss the matter with me! She should, at least, tell me about it.

“I’ve been very selfish,” she went on. “I didn’t want you to go. I didn’t want to lose you.”

I was so disappointed I didn’t know what next to say.

“Look, Tayo, you’ve been giving me good luck. I don’t want to lose that.”

I nodded. “So, it’s all about you.”

“Not totally true. It’s about us.”

I stared at her. “What do you mean, us?”

“Oh, come on, Tayo, don’t you understand?”

I shook my head. “No, I don’t understand.”

“You’re good for me and I’m good for you. Our aura and spirituality blend and work together.”

I shook my head. “I still don’t understand.”

She sighed. “You will understand. All I can say is I’m sorry I didn’t let you know.”

My mind dwelt on spirituality factor that she mentioned. What did she mean by that?

“Any way,” she said slowly. “I can still call Mrs. Abdulahi that you wanted the job. She was the one that connected to get the job in the first place. If you take that job, your job here will be waiting for you when the Abuja tenure is over.”

“How can you be sure that a job opening that came in June would still be available till now? This is November.”

“Mrs. Abdulahi knows how to press the right button.”

She picked up her phone to call Mrs. Abdulahi.

“Wait. Madam. I didn’t say I want the job. I was only miffed that you didn’t let me know.”

She stared at me. “You don’t want the job?”

“No. I enjoy working for and with you.”

She smiled. “Are you saying you’ve forgiven me?”

I nodded. “Of course. After all, to err is human, to forgive divine.”

“Oh, Tayo.” She stood up to give me a hug. I quickly stood up to oblige.

“You won’t regret this action, Tayo. I can assure you that you won’t regret it.”

That was how the matter was resolved. She told me to wait and eat but I declined politely.

“I had already prepared dinner before coming. The meal is waiting.”

While driving home, I went over what happened again. Was I not crazy by telling her I didn’t want the Abuja job? I shrugged. All would be well.

By the time I got home, I realized I had five unread WhatsApp messages on my phone. It was Madam Becky that sent the messages.

'Hello.'

'How’re you?'

'You look even more handsome than before.
Long time. I’m sorry about the way I treated you years back, forgive me.I still like you.'

'No qualms. I’ve forgiven you,' I replied.

'I’m ready to abide by your principles now,' she wrote.

My heart started beating fast.

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'You're still available, right? Let's continue from where we stopped.'

I smiled at myself. Too late Madam Becky, I told myself.

'That will not be possible,' I wrote back. 'I’ve been married.'

'Jesus! Married?'

'Yes.'

'Oh my God. Sorry to bother you.'

That was the end of the conversation. I had lied but I felt it was necessary.





In the first week of December, Ms. Morgan asked me to come around to her residence again. On getting there, I realized that the maid had prepared sumptuous meal. This evening, Ms. Morgan was wearing a sexy lingerie. I found my heart beat doubling by looking at her.

Was I to be appreciated again?

The time, it all ‘swallows’ affair. Pounded yam, semovita and amala had been prepared with different soups to go with them.

I ate pounded yam and thanked her for the sumptuous meal.

“Don’t mention, Tayo. You’re always welcome here.”

After the meal, she served red wine. It had exotic taste, and I commended it.

“It’s French wine,” she said. Some minutes passed.

“Tayo, I want to ask you some questions and I need you to be very honest with me,” she began.

I nodded. “You can ask anything, ma’am.”

“Good. First question is have you found a new love? Have you found a woman that will replace Busola in your life? I’m sorry to ask but I want to know.”

I was astounded. I thought she would ask questions on business or related matters. I wasn’t expecting this. It was over ten months now that Busola abruptly left me. I had not got any replacement for her and was not in any mood to do so.

“I’ve not got any replacement for her and I think it’s early to do so.”

She sighed, almost in a relief. “Sorry about that. My second question is can you date or have an affair with an older woman?”

My heart started beating fast again. What was Ms. Morgan driving at? But then, I shouldn't wondered for long. Women who were captivated by me had said such a thing before. Had Lawyer Becky not said similar thing?

There were seconds of silence.

“Well, in all sincerity, I don’t mind dating an older woman.”

“Hmn. Are you really sure?”

Was I sure? Of course, I was. “I’m 100% sure.”

She nodded again. “I know the next thing I want to say is very odd. Forgive me for that. What I want to say is that I, Modupe Grace Morgan is available in case you’re interested in any real love relationship. It doesn’t have to start right now.”

I could not be believe my ears. I quickly dropped the glass cup I was holding on a nearby stool.

She chuckled. “You heard me right, Tayo. I’ve known you for years now. I’ve taken time to study and understudy you. You’re a unique breed. Maybe someone has told you that.

"I will say it again: you’re unique breed. I know you can’t bring yourself to telling me. That’s why I had to swallow my pride and breach tradition to say it. I really like you, Tayo.”

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I could still not believe what I was hearing. The wine must be at work.

The wine! She must have taken more than what was good for her.

She smiled genially. “I’m not drunk. I certainly know what I’m doing. I didn’t wear what I’m wearing to seduce you. No, it’s just a coincidence that you saw me wearing this now. I actually invited you to appreciate your good work. Then, as we ate, I decided I would say this today, although it has been on my mind for long.

“Let me make myself clear. I’m not looking for sex or a sex partner. I’m not looking for a guy for body gratification. What I seek is love and long term relationship. I’m not the sugar mummy stuff, so don’t even think of that. I hope I’ve made myself clear.”

I nodded dumbly, still thoughtful. “It won’t work, madam,” I muttered. “It won’t work.”

“Why? You told me not long ago that you could date an older woman.”

I sighed. “Yes, I said so and it’s true. But your case is totally different.”

She smiled again. “How? Can you tell me how?”

"You are my boss, my employer and my benefactor.”

Now she laughed. She seemed so much at ease and I admired her confidence.

“I will not be all those things if things work out between us. We’ll be partners, and companions.”

I was still short of words. Could all these be true? Could the glamourous woman, the exquisite woman I had known in the last few years become my lover? It was difficult to conceive.

“You can think over it,” she said. “Take your time and think over it.”

I nodded again, still dazed. Well, be a man for God’s sake, I told myself.

“Okay, madam. Give me three days. I will give you my response latest in three days. For now, know that you have my utmost confidentiality and trust.”

She nodded, the smile still on her face. “It’s okay, Tayo. You’re welcome.”

I took the last sip from the glass cup and stood up. I had heard enough for the day.


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I could still not believe what I was hearing. The wine must be at work.

The wine! She must have taken more than what was good for her.

She smiled genially. “I’m not drunk. I certainly know what I’m doing. I didn’t wear what I’m wearing to seduce you. No, it’s just a coincidence that you saw me wearing this now. I actually invited you to appreciate your good work. Then, as we ate, I decided I would say this today, although it has been on my mind for long.

“Let me make myself clear. I’m not looking for sex or a sex partner. I’m not looking for a guy for body gratification. What I seek is love and long term relationship. I’m not the sugar mummy stuff, so don’t even think of that. I hope I’ve made myself clear.”

I nodded dumbly, still thoughtful. “It won’t work, madam,” I muttered. “It won’t work.”

“Why? You told me not long ago that you could date an older woman.”

I sighed. “Yes, I said so and it’s true. But your case is totally different.”

She smiled again. “How? Can you tell me how?”

"You are my boss, my employer and my benefactor.”

Now she laughed. She seemed so much at ease and I admired her confidence.

“I will not be all those things if things work out between us. We’ll be partners, and companions.”

I was still short of words. Could all these be true? Could the glamourous woman, the exquisite woman I had known in the last few years become my lover? It was difficult to conceive.

“You can think over it,” she said. “Take your time and think over it.”

I nodded again, still dazed. Well, be a man for God’s sake, I told myself.

“Okay, madam. Give me three days. I will give you my response latest in three days. For now, know that you have my utmost confidentiality and trust.”

She nodded, the smile still on her face. “It’s okay, Tayo. You’re welcome.”

I took the last sip from the glass cup and stood up. I had heard enough for the day.


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I took the last sip from the glass cup and stood up. I had heard enough for the day.

I thanked her profusely for the sumptuous meal and hospitality. I also thanked her for considering me good enough to be her companion, and then bade her farewell.

As I drove home, I could not erase her image from my mind. There was one particular thing she said that kept ringing in my mind: she said she had to take the initiative about the interest because she knew that I would not be able to bring myself to saying it.

Was she right on that? Did I secretly admire her? My mind went down the memory lane. I realized she was quite right. Yes, I secretly admired her. Yes, I had sometimes thought she would be a woman I would like to spend my life with.

But…I had only thought it to be a fantasy. Those thought occurred before I met Busola. But I must confess that in the last couple of months, those fantasies started coming back. It was funny the way I would remember Busola and I would think of Ms. Morgan.

I could not eat anything that evening. Even when I slept, I dreamt of Ms. Morgan. I could not even remember the dream, but I was sure I dreamt about her. When I woke up Sunday morning, her matter was on my mind. By eight a.m. I put a call to her.

“Good morning,” I greeted.

“Good morning, Tayo.”

“I call to know if all is well with you.”

She laughed shortly across the line. “All is well with me. Thank you.”

“I also call to ask if you actually meant what you said yesterday.” My heart started thumping.

“I said many things yesterday. Which particular one are you referring to?”

I paused for seconds. “The one concerning having feelings.”

She laughed shortly again. “I mean everything I said, Tayo. Everything.”

I sighed. I could not think of what to say again.

“Hello? Are you still there?” she asked.

“Yes, I am.”

“Do you have any other question?”

Something came to my mind on an impulse.
“Can I come and see you right away?”

“Goodness.” She was surprised. “Hope no problem.”

“No, no problem.”

“Alright. I need to tell you, however that I’ll be going to church by quarter to ten.”

“No problem. I’ll be there soon.”

I wore casuals and left my house. I definitely had something important to tell Ms. Morgan. I drove inside her compound. The maid let me into the house.

Madam was already waiting in the sitting-room. She was wearing a pink bathrobe. She must have just taken her bath, for she was looking and smelling fresh.

She asked Maria, the maid to excuse us.

“Yes, Tayo. Hope no problem.”

“No, no problem, Ms. Morgan. I just want to let you know that I have certain guiding principles that I observe religiously when I’m into any relationship.”

She crossed her legs. “What guiding principles?”

“One, I don’t indulge in premarital sex.”

She looked on as if she was not surprised to hear what I just said. “Okay. What other principle?”

“I don’t believe in boyfriend/girlfriend stuff. I don’t believe in sugar mummy stuff. I believe in long-lasting relationship.”

“Okay. Any other one?”

I sighed and stood up. “That will be all for now.”

“You mean you came all the way from your house to tell me principles?” she asked.

“Yes. It’s important I should let you know.”

She nodded. “Okay.”

There was a long silence. “What do you think of the principles? Are you in agreement with them?”

She laughed. “Oh, dear Tayo. What a guy.”
What answer was that? “But, what do you really think about them?”

“They are wonderful principles, my dear. Wonderful. I already knew you had the principles long before now.”

I was surprised to hear that. “You did? How?”

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

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


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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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