Well done Op

She climbed the weighing scale. The device read 92 kilograms. Gosh, that was on the heavy side. She was almost the double of her weight as a maiden. She was heavy now, no doubt, and she must do something about it.

She would have to watch her diet, first and foremost. All those fatty food, those fried chickens and calories must be cut down. Then, she would buy some exercise kits to get a better shape.

That very afternoon, Funmi went to buy some keep-fit kits, including a stationary bike. It was to show how serious she was. She was determined more than ever to bring the old Funmi back.




The plane hovered in the sky. It was time for landing. His seat belts, like the other passengers, were fastened. Biyi awaited the landing and the disembarkation. It had been another successful trip and he thanked God for it.

'Thank you for your patronage, sir. We look forward to seeing you on the next flight.' The soft voice of the air hostess - the one that had served him during the Jos-Lagos flight - said, as he moved to the exit of the plane.

Biyi nodded and smiled at her. Outside the plane, the hot air hit his face as he descended the disembarkation ladder. Biyi moved swiftly towards the arrival hall, his brief case clutched in his right hand.

Tony, his personal assistant who had been standing by and waiting for him in the last half hour, came to meet him.

'You're welcome, sir.' Tony curtsied. 'I hope you had a nice flight, sir.'

'Thanks, Tony. How are you?'

'Fine, sir.'

Tony relieved him of the briefcase and led him outside the building to the car park. Leke, the driver who loitered around the park, quickly went to the car and stepped inside it as he saw them approaching.

'You're welcome, oga,.' Leke made an obeisance and showed his near brownish teeth in a smile.

'Thank you.' The boss settled down comfortably in the back seat, while Tony took the front seat.

'Take me to the guest house,' Biyi instructed the driver.

'Yes, sir.' Leke fastened his seat belts and brought the car engine to life.

He already knew the particular guest house his boss was referring to.

'Give me the latest gist from the office.' Biyi brought out a newspaper. He would combine scanning through with listening to Tony.

As his PA, it behoved of Tony to be at breast of whatever development was happening in the office in the absence of his boss. Tony did what he was asked to do.

Biyi listened without a word. When the former was through, he nodded and brought out his phone.

'Hello, how're you?' His voice was exuberant over the line.

'Hello, darling.'

'I'm back in Lagos. Let's meet at the guest house.'

'Okay, dear.'

He turned to Tony. 'You can drop off at the next bus station and go back to the office. I won't be coming to the place today. I need to relax.'


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Tony took the front seat.

'Take me to the guest house,' Biyi instructed the driver.

'Yes, sir.' Leke fastened his seat belts and brought the car engine to life.

He already knew the particular guest house his boss was referring to.

'Give me the latest gist from the office.' Biyi brought out a newspaper. He would combine scanning through with listening to Tony.

As his PA, it behoved of Tony to be at breast of whatever development was happening in the office in the absence of his boss. Tony did what he was asked to do.

Biyi listened without a word. When the former was through, he nodded and brought out his phone.

'Hello, how're you?' His voice was exuberant over the line.

'Hello, darling.'

'I'm back in Lagos. Let's meet at the guest house.'

'Okay, dear.'

He turned to Tony. 'You can drop off at the next bus station and go back to the office. I won't be coming to the place today. I need to relax.'

'Yes, sir.'

'We'll be seeing tomorrow. Take care.'

'Yes, sir.'

A minute later, Tony alighted from the car. Another five minutes after that, Biyi was driven to the guest house. He went straight to his suite, the one he had perpetually kept for himself. Leke, the driver would wait in the car. To ease his boredom, Biyi ordered that some snacks and drinks be served to the driver.

Biyi went in and relaxed on one of the lounging chairs, while waiting for his companion. A call came in. It was a business call from Cheng, a Chinese partner.

'Don't worry.' Biyi spoke reassuringly. 'I'll be in the office tomorrow morning. Come around to the office tomorrow, and we'll talk.'

Not long after he disconnected the line, the intercom came alive.

'Miss Nancy is around to see you, sir,' the receptionist informed.

'Yeah, tell her to come to my suite, right away.'

About a minute later, Nancy came in. She came to hug him where he was sitting.

'I miss you.' Her voice was cool and alluring.

'How's everything?' He smiled at her. 'Now, don't bother to answer. I can see that you look chic.'

She smiled too. 'Thank you.'

She sat by his side and rubbed his thigh.

'How was your trip?'

He smiled broadly. 'It was very successful. All went well.'

He ordered for drinks and pepper soup. They chatted as they took their delicacies and drinks.

'I don't like the way your wife harassed me days ago,' she began. 'If you see the kind of insults she gave me. Not only that, she slapped me and tore my clothes into shreds.' She felt the overstatement was necessary.

'Yes, you said so the other time.' He looked hard and frowned. 'It's very hard to believe she would do that. Are you indeed sure she did all that?'

Nancy made a face. 'So, you don't believe me. Are you saying I'm lying?'

Biyi smiled and wrapped his left hand of her shoulders. 'I'm not saying you're lying. It's just that I find it difficult that she would go to that
extent of fighting you. Something must have gone over her.'

She sighed. 'Don't worry, when you come to my house, I'll show my clothes that she tore. I have the evidence at home.'

'Sorry about it. I'll say you should not worry, I'll make it up to you. For her part, I know what to do.'

She made a hurtful look. 'Just imagine the embarrassment she gave me. And I was only on the defensive that day. If I had done my own back, it wouldn't be funny at all.'

'It's okay. You did the right thing by not fighting back. As I said, don't worry. I'm going to compensate you.'

He kissed her briefly in a patronizing way. 'Now, let's forget that. Come and sit right here on my lap and let me show you how much I've missed you.'



Nana walked up to the customer that was looking at the exotic nightgowns, probably wondering which to select.

'Can I help you?' Nana offered. 'D'you have any problem about making a choice?'

The customer turned to look at her. 'Well, I'm just wondering about which is sexier between this gown and that one.'

Nana smiled at her. It was one of her tasks as the shop manager to assist customers in making a choice.

She looked at the woman well, as if she was studying her. Then, she looked at the gowns.

'This one is very good for you.' She grinned and pointed at the pink one.

The woman nodded as if she agreed. She chose the recommended one and went on to pick some other clothing items.

Nana went back to her small table from where she could see the entrance/exit door.

The cashier took stocks of what the woman had bought, calculated the prices, received the payments and issued a receipt.

'Thank you, sister,' the woman told Nana as she departed.

'It's a pleasure, madam.' Nana smiled in return.

Nana enjoyed her job, but it was not easy working for Madam Funmi Osho. The madam hardly came around, but anytime she did, one could
easily feel the tension as she would likely fret over one thing or the other.

For about two years now, Nana had been working at BestItems store. The store specialized in wears for all sexes and ages, from trendy formal wears to glamorous, casual wears.

Nana was hardworking and honest. The madam must have noticed this and had tried to reward her diligence.

When it was six p.m., the shop closed for the day. She kept the proceeds where she normally kept them and locked the door. She would be going to the bank the following morning to make some cash deposits.

She went to the bus stop to take a bus going to Ojota. From there, she would take another bus to Ketu. All things being equal, she should be at home by seven p.m.

She alighted from the bus at Tipper garage bus stop. Her home was at Ogunbanwo street. She moved smartly down the road. She had decided to cook yam porridge this night. She changed to a casual wear and went to the kitchen. There were some yams remaining there.

She also had all the ingredients she would use in the deep freezer. As usual, she would make the meal be delicious, spicing it with beef, fish
and shrimps.

Nana lived with her live-in-lover, Ade in the two-bedroom apartment. For the past three years, they had been together, living like mister and missus. Even the neighbours thought they were already married.

Ade claimed he loved her and was really to spend the rest of his life with her. Nana had no doubt on her part that she was in love. So, why couldn't they make the nuptial tie once and for all? He was in his late thirties while she was approaching mid-thirties. Age was not on her side.

So, why the delay?

The answer was simple. Ade gave a condition that what would eventually lead to holy matrimony was if she could become pregnant for him. That was the condition: produce a baby and there would be a trip to the altar.

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The answer was simple. Ade gave a condition that what would eventually lead to holy matrimony was if she could become pregnant for him. That was the condition: produce a baby and there would be a trip to the altar.

So far, Nana could not fulfil that part. For the past three years now, they had been trying,but there was yet to be fruitfulness. They had consulted some specialists. After series of tests, they were told that there was nothing biologically wrong with them.

Nana could not understand why the conception could not be if indeed all was well. She had persuaded Ade that they should go for another tests. The results were the same as the first ones. If nothing was wrong anywhere, why should the problem persist?

Nana was more concerned about the issue. Ade always played the issue down, or appeared to do so. She was also bothered that he put child bearing a condition. If indeed he loved her, why couldn't he go ahead and formalize the relationship? It was as if he nurtured some fears or doubts about the prospects of a fruitful union. Why must he do so?

It was minutes after eight when she finished cooking. Mostly, he came back home around nine in the night. She covered the pot tightly. She always ate with him, so she would wait until he came.

In the sitting room, she watched the movies channel, but her mind kept going to their - or should she say her - challenge. He came in some minutes after nine, just when the movie was about to end.

They hugged briefly.

'How was your day?' He was all smiles.

'Fine, we thank God. How about yours?'

'Not bad, but I'm tired.' He removed his tie and shoes. Then, he took them to the bedroom.

She helped with the briefcase to the bedroom. 'Eh yah. Sorry. By the time you eat and relax, you'll feel refreshed.'

The stuffiness inside the bedroom welcomed him. He had planned to buy an air-conditioner but couldn't do so up till now. He sighed and decided to do something about it. He changed to his night wears and, together, they returned to the sitting-room.

She went to the kitchen to dish out the food. When she served it, his face was delighted.

'Hmn, it smells good. I hope the taste will be very good as well.' The smile danced on his cheeks.

Nana made a slight frown. So, you don't trust my cooking any more?'

He smiled and patted her on the shoulders.

'I still trust you, my dear.' He winked at her.

As soon as he had the first bite of the food, he broke into an easy smile. 'Yes, now I can say that the food is very delicious.'

She nodded. 'I told you.'

They ate in silence for a while.

'You are the one that made me to like this food. I hardly liked yam or anything that had to do with yam before.' He took a mouthful and munched noisily.

'I learnt most of my cooking from my mother.' She ate and watched him eat ravenously.

'That means, like mother, like daughter.' He made a small laugh.

She nodded. 'You can say that again.'

After the food, they were back to the sofa in the sitting-room. She allowed him some rest before she broached on the issue that had been
agitating her mind.

'Darling, don't you think we should see a pastor for this our problem?' She studied his face for his reaction.

'What problem?'

'This our challenge, now.' She opted for the euphemism with the hope that the problem would soon be over. ' This one that we've been
looking for a child for some time, now.'

He sighed and changed the television channel. 'And is that why we should see a pastor? Have the two of us not gone for tests, and have the results not shown that there is no problem?'

'Yes, medically, I believe there is no problem.' Nana nodded emphatically. 'I think the problem goes beyond medical one. I think the problem is spiritual. That is why I think we should see a pastor.'

Ade gave a short, mirthless laugh and shook his head.

'Just hear yourself.' He continued to look at the t.v rather than looking at her. 'Medically, just as you said, there is no problem with either of us, so why the fuss? Maybe we just need to put in more efforts. I'm sure if we calculate your ovulation period, or whatever they call it, well, things will work out as desired. What has all these got to do with a pastor?'

Nana sighed. She was not surprised that Ade was taking that stance. He always relegated anything spiritual to the background. Since she had met him, she realized he had always undermined anything spiritual or religious. He hardly went to church and wouldn't be bothered about praying. Even when she converted to Christianity, he was cool about it. As a Christian himself, he should have been instrumental to her conversion.

But she always believed she could change him, somehow. She had always been telling him the necessity of going to church. What an irony! She was the one professing and practicing the faith.

'I believe the fact that medicine could not find any cause or solution means we should look for the best alternative.' Nana was down to earth.

'As far as I can see, the solution is spiritual.' She would not relent in her assertiveness. 'Let's try this spiritual angle and see if it won't work. And I'm sure it will work.'

Ade remained unconvinced. 'You can go ahead and see any pastor or prophet, or any other person you want to see.' There were taints of indifference and anger in his tone. 'As for me, count me out.'

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Ade remained unconvinced. 'You can go ahead and see any pastor or prophet, or any other person you want to see.' There were taints of indifference and anger in his tone. 'As for me, count me out.'

When Nana tried a little bit more to persuade him on the merits of doing what she suggested, Ade stood up and left her alone in the sitting-room.

She was upset by his action. Why would he react that way? Was it so bad for her to suggest what she suggested? Why did he find any thing church an anathema? Why would he not give what she had suggested a trial and see what would be the outcome?

That night, she went to bed a sad woman.




Later that evening when Biyi got home, his wife and three children were watching television in the sitting-room. The children ran to greet him, while Funmi stood up. He hugged the children and moved over to hug his wife.

'You're welcome, darling.' Funmi pecked him but wasn't sure if she was really glad to see him.

'How're you all?' He patted the children on their heads.

'Fine, daddy,' the children chorused. They sat round him.

'How was your trip?' She tried to look concerned.

'Fine, but things were hectic.' He yawned.

Funmi nodded. 'I can understand. You must be very tired. What should I ask the cook to prepare for you?'

He yawned again. 'I don't think I need any food now. Just get me a bottle of cold water.'

'Yes my dear.' Funmi promptly stood up and went in search of the housemaid so that she would ask her to bring what he requested for.

Later that night, after the children had gone to bed, he went to meet her in her bedroom.

'Funmi, what's this idea of you harassing a poor woman?' He made it sound like she had taken advantage of a poor and helpless person. '

That lady you embarrassed and fought with at the shopping plaza is just an acquaintance, you know.'

She frowned. 'An acquaintance of yours said I harassed her?' She thought it the best to parry his question.

He became agitated. 'Funmi, you know what I'm talking about. Why did you harass the lady like that? Then, you attacked her and tore her
clothes.'

If he had thought his confrontation would mellow her down, he was so wrong. 'Okay, so that ashewo has reported me to you.' Her voice rose up. 'Yes, I did that. I accosted her to warn. I also tore her cloth. I will do more of that if she doesn't stay off. She's a useless bitch. Let her look for her own man. Why can't she leave a married man alone?'

He looked at her, shocked by her obstinate outbursts. 'So, a married man can't have a female acquaintance again?' Now his tone was low and almost subdued.

'She's not an acquaintance. Don't try to deceive me on that. She's a shameless ashewo. You can't deny the fact that you are having an affair
with her, can you? She's a shameless one.'

Biyi didn't know what else to say. If he continued the altercations with her, he had no doubt that she would remain obstinate. He let the woman be.




Ade worked in an insurance company as marketing supervisor. It was a job that required vigorous marketing. The marketing officers all had targets, and the task wasn't easy.

All the same, Ade enjoyed the job. He had been up and doing, and found the task exciting. There was an angle to the job that appeared to be more exciting. In the last couple of weeks. Ade had been having more than official interest in one of the marketing officers that recently joined the fold.

At first, their interactions were purely business. Doris was proving herself to be an asset with the number of clients she had brought. She had surpassed previous achievements.

As her supervisor, Ade had been impressed. But the impression had gone beyond that. Now, Ade had become enamored to this beautiful and sultry lady.

When he broached on the issue of having an affair with her, she had said she thought he was married. He replied that there was no such thing and he had no such plans with any one. He however admitted that a lady stayed with him, but he was tired of the relationship.

Doris had not told him yes or no. But Ade believed he would ultimately have her. This Monday afternoon, after she had filled in her daily reports in his office, he asked her to sit down.

'What do you say to having lunch with me after close of work today?' He smiled to prod her.

'Like what time d'you have in mind?'

'Let's say five o 'clock.'

She paused briefly. 'That should be okay.'

He grinned at her and patted her. 'Good. See you then.'

At close of work, he took her to a fast food joint close to the bus stop at Ketu. His Toyota Avensis car, thankfully, had just gone through
refurbishment. He had no fear about the car breaking down at the middle of the road as it did a couple of days ago. His choice of eatery at Ketu was since she lived at Ojota, it would be easy for her to take a public bus back to where she lived.

They settled for fried rice and chicken. He used the time to find out more about her viz her personal life, her likes, dislikes, and so on.

Doris was the only daughter of Madam Josephine. She had been raised only by the single mother, as the supposed father would not have anything to do with them. The man had taken off with another woman, leaving the young Doris fatherless.


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Doris was the only daughter of Madam Josephine. She had been raised only by the single mother, as the supposed father would not have anything to do with them. The man had taken off with another woman, leaving the young Doris fatherless.

But Josephine was more determined than ever that she would give her daughter the best she could give in life. Doris went to a state university to study Marketing. At twenty-six, she believed she still had a long way to go in savouring the goodness of life.

Ade talked about himself too. At thirty-seven, he said he wanted to settle down and be happily married. He actually had the intention of marrying the lady staying with him, but she had not been able to conceive, which was a condition he had given for marriage. They had been together for about three years now, and he was getting tired of her.

Even his mother had advised him to send her packing and get another lady. He concluded by saying he was hoping that Doris would be that person who would become the queen of his heart.

The eating was over. He ordered for icecream.

Doris listened in rapt attention to everything he had said. He was not the first to be proposing marriage to her, but he seemed to be the most serious, so far. For those that had talked about marriage before now, she had rebuffed their advances.

'Well, I don't know what to say for now', she said. 'But, let me ask, if I say yes, does that mean the same condition that you gave the other lady will apply to me?'

He sighed. 'Yes. Let me assure you that I don't cheat on my lover. The moment you agree, I will stop my relationship with her. See, I want to settle down, so I'm serious about what I'm saying.'

It was her turn to sigh. 'Alright. Let me think about it.'

By the time they parted that evening, he had the assurance that she would eventually agree with him.




It was not an easy thing for Funmi to restrict her diet. The more she tried, the more she realized that all those food she wanted to do away with were irresistible.

Her children loved burgers and fried chickens. So far, she could not watch them taking any of these without having the urge to do so too.

She had been trying to do some exercises too, but she was sure she wasn't making a headway. Maybe she would have to register in a gym or get a trainer. That should be more effective than doing it by herself.

She also told herself that she would need to be more serious before she could follow a strict diet. She had bought some magazines and books on dieting and sliming down, but she hardly had the time to read. Funmi, you need to be very serious, she told herself again.



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It was not an easy thing for Funmi to restrict her diet. The more she tried, the more she realized that all those food she wanted to do away with were irresistible.

Her children loved burgers and fried chickens. So far, she could not watch them taking any of these without having the urge to do so too.

She had been trying to do some exercises too, but she was sure she wasn't making a headway. Maybe she would have to register in a gym or get a trainer. That should be more effective than doing it by herself.

She also told herself that she would need to be more serious before she could follow a strict diet. She had bought some magazines and books on dieting and sliming down, but she hardly had the time to read. Funmi, you need to be very serious, she told herself again.



Nancy went to the room she used as an office to work. Since she started blogging, she had converted one of the three bedrooms to an office.

She didn't need much to work with, neither did she need an assistant, for now. With her two laptops, two i-pads, a digital camera, a printer & photocopier and a standby generator, she was equipped for work. Of course, internet connection was a must.

She went to her blog site for updating. She posted some pictures she took during the birthday celebration of a celebrity. She had taken the pictures the previous day. Normally, she would post such pictures same day, but she couldn't do so because she returned home very late and was tired.

She was still working on the laptop thirty minutes later when her phone rang. Biyi was on the line.

'Hello, dear.' As usual, his voice boomed over the line. 'How d'you do?'

'I'm fine. What about you?'

'I feel great. Listen, in about three hours' time, I'll be travelling to Ibadan. I won't be back in Lagos until tomorrow. Can you accompany me?'

'Give me a minute to check my schedule' She smiled to herself. 'I'll call you back.'

She disconnected the line and checked her diary of events. She knew all this was only a formality as she would not say no to his overture.

The next major event she would be attending would be in four days' time.

She called his number. 'It will be a pleasure to take a trip with you, darling.' She almost chuckled to herself.

'Good.' He was glad, although he too knew she would not say no. 'The driver will be in your place in an hour's time. Get ready.'

Nancy smiled to herself as she put the phone down. Of course she would follow him on the trip. He would make it a worthwhile venture, as he
had previously made it to be, she believed. She finished what she was doing and shut down the system.

He had said he would send the driver in an hour's time. That was about fifteen minutes ago. She must get herself ready. She packed a couple of clothes and some other things she would be needing in a valise. She must also go with one of her i-pads and the internet dongle, the modern.

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The bell buzzed. She dried her hands and went to the sitting-room door.

'Good afternoon, aunty.' It was Leke. There was an oily smile on his face. It was a few minutes to noon but he already presumed noon had come.

'Good morning,' She regarded him briefly. His uniform was rather too big. He had tried to keep it neat but the shirt had a greasy stain close to the breast pocket.

'Give me a minute. I'll come to join you in the car.' Her tone was flat. For inexplicable reason, she did not like the driver. She did not trust
him.

Leke closed the door behind him. She went to the kitchen to see if everything was in place and came back to the sitting room to ascertain that all was fine. Then she picked up her valise, locked the door of her apartment and went down to the waiting car.




The morning had been a busy one. One after the other, customers had been coming to pick one clothing item or the other. By few minutes after twelve noon, there was a lull.

Nana sat and decided to have a rest. She also used the opportunity to eat the food she had brought from home. It was rice and beans with stew. She also had beef and fried plantain to go with it.

She was still taking the meal when Madam Funmi came in. A customer came in too, but the sales girl would attend to that.

'Good afternoon, madam.' Nana stood up to greet Funmi.

'Good afternoon, how're you?'

'Fine, ma'am, you meet me well, ma'am.' Nana pointed at the food flask.

'Thank you.' Funmi pulled a plastic chair and sat down. She observed the shop closely and realized that there was need to replenish the stock.

Nana suspended her eating to attend to madam. She had only eaten half way, but the rest could wait. She gave accounts of her stewardship.
At the end of the exercise, her boss was impressed. Funmi went to the small store-room to see the goods they had there. There was no doubt they had to re-stock.

'Well-done,' she told her able shop manager.

'Thank you, ma'am.' Nana felt accomplished.




After closing for work, Doris decided to go to her supervisor's office. She had decided to take a ride to Ojota in his car when he would be going home.

She met him chatting excitedly on the phone. She sat on one of the visitors' seats, facing him and waited.

'... yes, of course I'm working towards that,' he was saying, 'Don't worry, I'll soon join your league. Shebi, we're in March now, before the end of this year, I'm sure I'll be happily married too.'

He listened to the person on the other line for some moments.

'You don't worry. Why will I not invite you? You remember I attended your own wedding. You'll be informed, now.'

He listened briefly again. 'Alright. My regards to your wife. Bye.'

Ade disconnected the line and turned to grin at Doris.

'If you don't mind, I'll like to have a ride in your car to Ojota.' She was expectant.

'Of course. It will be a pleasure.' He waved it off and grinned.

A moment later, he tidied up his table, picked up his bag and stood up. They left the office and took the elevator to the ground floor. The
office, located at Yaba, was free, at that moment, from the gridlock of traffic experienced by those coming from Lagos Island and Victoria Island. However, it was good that he should leave the office on time.

They settled comfortably in the car and he drove out of the premises.

'I've got a reply to the proposition you made the other time,' she started.

Ade was instantly interested. 'What's your response?' He found his heart beat pounding.

She allowed a meaningful pause. 'Well, the answer is yes.'


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Ade was instantly interested. 'What's your response?' He found his heart beat pounding.

She allowed a meaningful pause. 'Well, the answer is yes.'

'Why didn't you tell me since morning?' He wasn't making an accusation. Rather, he was expressing great delight at her consent. 'You deserve a big hug, you know. Oh, that's good. That's really, really good.' He rubbed her left shoulder briefly with his right hand.

Doris smiled and nodded without saying a word.

'So, I can go ahead with my other plan now,' he said. 'Thank God. There's no more time to waste.'




Madam Funmi gave Nana a generous tip that afternoon before she left. Though she could be harsh, Funmi was often given to generosity. Consequently, her good mood infected Nana. The latter was happy that things were working the way she had always wanted them to be.

After closing, Nana decided to stop at Ketu market to buy some foodstuffs. She also decided to prepare assorted egusi soup, a local delicacy Ade liked so much. She knew how to make it very delicious and she would do just that.

Eba would go down well with the egusi. As usual, she would preserve the food until he was back.

When he came that night, Ade appeared to be in a very good mood too. He commended her for the food and ate ravenously.

'How did everything go in the office today?' She had a small smile on.

He grinned. 'Oh, things were fantastic. How about yours?'

'It was very fine too. Madam came around. She seemed impressed by the sales, the turnover and other things that were going on.'

He nodded. There was silence as they concentrated on eating. Some minutes later, the meal was over. She cleared the plates. The only time he gave her hints of the grievous thing coming was when he said they needed to talk. His tone conveyed seriousness.

'Hope no problem.' She wished he had agreed to see the pastor of their church.

He shook his head. 'No problem, but what I want us to discuss is something that will avert a problem.'

They were in the sitting-room. To reduce distractions, he lowered the volume of the television to the minimal.

He cleared his throat. 'Let me start by thanking you for your companionship. Since you came into my life, you've been a good friend. You
have done well at the home front - taking care of the house, preparing meals, and so on.

'However.' He cleared his throat again. 'I think and believe that at this junction, I should stop wasting your time, and you should stop wasting
mine.'



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'However.' He cleared his throat again. 'I think and believe that at this junction, I should stop wasting your time, and you should stop wasting
mine.'

This is why i don't always encourage ladies living together with a man, when you two are not even sure of where the relationship is leading to

Lobatan


Tanks for the update

He cleared his throat. 'Let me start by thanking you for your companionship. Since you came into my life, you've been a good friend. You have done well at the home front - taking care of the house, preparing meals, and so on.

'However.' He cleared his throat again. 'I think and believe that at this junction, I should stop wasting your time, and you should stop wasting mine.'

Stared at him, her mind racing in chaos. 'How do you mean, waste time? In what way are you or am I wasting time?'

'I will explain.' He avoided looking at her. His gaze was on the television. 'I believe it will amount to a waste of time if the two of us continue to stay together. Thank God doctors say nothing is wrong with either of us. Let's not waste time on trying to have a baby again.

'You're still young and beautiful. You can still easily get a man that you desire. Let's go our separate ways. Look for another man, while I'll look for another lady. That's what I have to tell you.'

Nana was crestfallen. She could not believe her ears. 'Ade, are you joking?' She had to struggle to utter the words.

'Joking?' He chuckled. 'Why should I be joking? Have I made such a joke before? Of course I'm not joking. I'm very, very serious.'

She broke down and wept. 'But you can't do this to me. You can't just send me away like that.'

'I'm not saying you should leave tomorrow.' They were the best of words he could think of to console her. ' You can still spend the next couple of weeks or so in this house, pending the time you will get a place to stay. But bear it in mind that from this very moment on, the kind of
relationship we've been having is over.' He was intent and nothing would stop him.

'I wish you the best of luck.' He tried a smile. 'Maybe we were not meant to be together. Maybe that was why things did not work out the
way we wanted them to be.'

Nana shook her head sadly. So, this was it. This was the end of the road as far as the relationship between them was concerned. After about three years of staying together, this was what had come of it. He seemed to have made up his mind. His mien and stance, putatively, foreclosed any change of decision.

She was still sobbing when he left her for the bedroom. She felt hollow. She felt worthless. She was like a person somebody was indirectly
telling had no value. Oh God, why couldn't Ade have the belief that all would be well? Why couldn't he be a little bit more patient? Above all, why couldn't he have faith?

She didn't know when she slept off on the couch. Even when she woke up in the middle of the night, she only used the visitor's toilet attached to the sitting-room and continued to sleep where she had slept. She refused to join him in the bedroom. Of what use was doing that now? Of what use was trying to be intimate with the one who had given one the declaration that one was not needed again?


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Oya, move on ooo, plenty husband dey wella



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She didn't know when she slept off on the couch. Even when she woke up in the middle of the night, she only used the visitor's toilet attached to the sitting-room and continued to sleep where she had slept. She refused to join him in the bedroom. Of what use was doing that now? Of what use was trying to be intimate with the one who had given one the declaration that one was not needed again?

The following morning, she was up as early as five o 'clock. She didn't feel refreshed by the sleep in, any way. As a matter of fact, she felt stressed and tired when she woke up. She spent some minutes trying to think up what next she should do. She had to move out of the house as soon as possible, but where would she go? Her parents were living in Osogbo. When she first came to Lagos, she was staying with an aunty who was married and had three children. Surely she could not go back there.

What about friends? Her close friends were all married. There was no way she would go to any of them. Maria her closest friend was married almost two years ago. She could not go and stay with her as that could cause inconvenience, disaffection or destabilize their matrimonial home

She suddenly felt pangs of shame and guilt. When she first moved in with Ade, her parents had expressed serious reservations. They wondered why she would move in with a man she was not married to.

'Why don't you let him do the introduction and engagement before you do that?' her mother had asked.

Nana had answered that there was no need to worry as all other things would fall in place. Now, nothing had fallen in place. Rather, they had fallen out of place. Her parents were right, after all.

She had some money she had kept in the bank, but the money would not be enough to rent a two-bedroom apartment in Ketu, bearing in
mind that she would still pay what they called agency fee and agreement fee. But the money could get a self-contained room and parlor, otherwise called mini-flat.

Renting a room was out of the equation. She shook her head as she thought of the prospects. Sharing toilet and kitchen with strangers was not an idea she fancied.

Yet, the option of 'squatting' with someone in the meantime, pending when she would save enough money to get herself a mini flat was a bleak one. Maybe she should start looking for the mini-flat. She sighed. She still had the time to decide.




Pastor Sam blared the horn of his Hyundai car. The security guard at the gate of the sprawling house came out to attend to him. On seeing him, the guard broke into a smile.

'Good day, sir. Oga pastor, how you dey?' The guard raised his right hand in what looked like a salute.

Sam nodded at the gesture. 'I'm fine. How's work?'

'Work dey, sir.'

The guard quickly went to open the gate for Sam to drive in. As the junior brother to Madam Funmi and as a regular visitor to the house, he
needed no introduction.

He drove in and parked. He went on to press the bell to the entrance. Soon, the house maid came to attend to him.

Sadiya smiled at him. 'Good evening, sir. Please come in.'

He was ushered into the expansive sitting-room.

'I'll tell madam that you're around, sir. She curtsied and moved to the staircase.

'Thank you.' He could hear the receding sounds of her foot steps. After some seconds, she was back downstairs.

'Madam said she will soon be with you. What can offer you, sir?'

'Oh, thank you. Nothing for now.'

Sam was left alone. Some minutes later, his sister came to meet him.

'My sister.' He stood up to greet. 'Good evening, ma'am.'

'Sam. O to 'jo meta. How are you?'

'Fine, my sister. The Lord be praised for His goodness.'

She looked at the empty stool by his side. 'What happened? Why didn't Sadiya give you some drinks? Sadiya!' The bellow of her voice could be heard tens of metres away.

Sam had to quickly come in. 'Oh no. I actually told her not to bring any drinks for now.'

Funmi's face was questioning. 'Kilode? Are you fasting again?'

Sam shook his head. 'Not at all. I just don't feel like taking anything right now.'

She sat comfortably on the sofa.

'How're the children?' He looked towards the staircase as if his question would make them to emerge.

'They're fine. They're doing their assignment upstairs.'

Sam nodded.

'What about your wife? How's she?' Funmi smiled up.

'She's fine, sister. She sent her regards.' He paused a bit and asked: 'What about daddy? I've not seen him for some time.'

By daddy, he meant Biyi.

She made a face briefly. 'He's okay. It's just that he's always going on one trip or another.'

He nodded. 'The good Lord will always grant him journey mercies.'

'Amen o.'

Just then, her phone rang. Leke was on the line.

'Hello.' She was quick to pick the call. She glued the phone to her right ear and listened for some seconds.

'So, that bitch is still following him around, ehn?' She frowned deeply. 'Despite my warnings, that slut will not relent, abi?' Her words were
full of scorn, acrimony and hate.


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Thanks for the update