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Even after so many days, you could still not bring yourself to say yes. I like that. I like that decency.'

I was quiet. If I said I was not surprised by what she was saying, then I would be lying.

'Continue to be a good young man,' madam continued. 'If you remember, I told you before that it is good to be good. Keep it up.'

'Thank you, ma'am.' My mouth was dry and I felt I was watching a drama. 'I really appreciate all you've said and done, ma'am. Thank you.'

'You've spent your first month on the coaching, now. How do you want to be paid? Will you give me your account number so that I can transfer money there, or do you want cash?'

'I'll prefer cash ma'am'

She brought her handbag, opened it and removed a bundle of one thousand naira notes.

'Can you remove forty pieces from this?' She handed the bundle to me.

I collected the bundle, counted forty thousand naira and separated it from the lot. She collected the forty thousand naira, leaving me with the rest.

'That's your wage; that's our agreement.'

'Yes, madam. Thank you, ma'am.'

'Alright. That will be all for now. My regards to your family. Goodnight.'

'Good night, and thank you, ma'am.'

I put the money inside the bag she had given me and stepped out of the car.

I closed the door behind me, waved at the madam and moved to where I would take a bike home. With the 60K cash on me, I was delighted. I was also glad about the 'gifts' madam had given me. I was however unsettled about some of the things she had said.

On one hand, she desired a close relationship with me. On the other hand, she said she was glad I had exhibited 'decency' and had not jumped at her offer.

Were these postulations not contradictory? Was she just pulling my legs, or what? What exactly was her stand?


When I got home, I went to my room to open the bag she had given me. It contained three St. Michael packet shirts, one Gianni Versace perfume for men, one 18 carat Rolex wrist watch and a Samsung Galaxy phone.

I whistled to myself. All these, surely, would cost a lot. This madam Bimpe Da Rocha knew how to 'spoil' somebody.

l didn't know I would have an imminent challenge from my fiancée over the gifts.

The following day when Enny popped in to see me after closing from her place of work, still basking in euphoria, I had shown her all the items madam bought for me. Enny looked at them in wonder.

'You mean Madam Da Rocha bought all these for you?' she asked as she picked the item up one by one and examined them.

'Yes, o.'

Enny suddenly dropped the items and faced me squarely. 'Can you honestly tell me what's going on between you two?'

The smile slid off my face. 'What do you mean by that?' I tried to sound angry but I doubted if I actually sounded as such.

'You know what I mean!' Enny said petulantly. 'Tell me, what's between you and that madam?'

'Oh come on,' I said indignantly. 'If there's anything between us, will I be showing you all these?' That seemed to make sense a bit, but she still looked uncertain.

'But why is she buying all these for you?' she asked. 'What does she want from you?'

I knew I dared not give her the true answer. I decided to play smart.

'I think she just likes me. She says I've been teaching her daughter well. I think it's because I've been doing the work well.'

She sighed. I knew she was not totally convinced. Maybe I shouldn't have shown her the gifts. But she would still see them when I wore them and would raise eyebrow. I was like a gold fish that had no hiding place. Henceforth, I decided that I would be very smart in the way I handled Enny.

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She sighed. I knew she was not totally convinced. Maybe I shouldn't have shown her the gifts. But she would still see them when I wore them and would raise eyebrow.

I was like a gold fish that had no hiding place. Henceforth, I decided that I would be very smart in the way I handled Enny. I would eat my cake and still have it, I decided.

That weekend, Saturday morning, about seven a.m., Madam Bimpe Da Rocha ( henceforth, I will refer to her as Madam B) called my number. I was just loitering around the house, thinking of what to do with my time that Saturday morning when her call came through.

'Good morning, Alex.' Her voice was cool and soothing. 'Are you very busy?'

'Er, not exactly, ma'am.'

'Can you come over?'

'You mean to your house, ma'am?'

'Yes, of course.'

Since I had nothing to do that morning, why not? 'Okay, ma'am,. I'll soon come over.'

I wondered why she wanted me to come to her place as I took my bath. Could it be that she wanted Sofia to have extra lesson? Could it be that she had a special task for me? Well, don't worry, man, I told myself. You would soon know.

I told the wife of my uncle I would be going to the church. Since I did not know the exact thing I would be doing in madam’s house, I felt I should not mention her place. I realized that I had started lying.

I arrived at the gate of Madam B's house eight a.m. She was in the expansive sitting-room, still in her night dress.

'There you are. How're you?' she greeted.

I curtsied. 'Good morning, ma'am.'

'Good morning. Hope your coming is not so inconvenient?'

'No, ma'am. It's okay.'

'Come, let me show you something upstairs.' She stood and I followed her to the staircase. My heart was beating fast.

It was the first time I would be going up to the first floor. We got to a large passageway. The whole floor had marble tiles, and everything smelled fresh.

There were doors, leading to different rooms. We went to the last door to the right. She opened it and stepped inside. I followed her inside. She closed the door to my back.

It was a large bedroom, the largest I had ever seen in my life, so far. At the edge of the room was a king size bed. There were long wardrobes.

Towards the right side of the bed was a small desk and a chair. There was a laptop, an I-pad and some files of documents on the table. The room smelt as if an exotic female perfume had just been sprayed there.

As I stood and looked around the large, room, my heart beat increased. I was more curious than eager. But why did she bring me to the bedroom? I asked myself.

Didn't Madam B say there would be nothing like sex in the bargain? Did she not expressly state the fact that she admired my 'decency'? So, why was I here, alone with her, in the bedroom?

I could feel her soft hand as she held my hand. 'Come over here,' she said.

Meekly, like someone without a will of his own, I followed her.

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I presented the reports and explained my observations. She listened keenly, without saying a word. Even after I had finished giving my observations, she was silent for some moments.

Madam B sighed. 'Where're the notes you wrote,' she finally spoke.

'Here, ma'am.'

She took the jotter from me and read the comprehensive report I had written. She took her time, as if she was studying the contents. I waited.

She nodded. 'This is good, Alex. Well done. You have done a good job.'

I smiled modestly. 'Thank you, ma'am.'

She put the documents in the file and placed the file on the glass stool close to her. 'Sit down, Alex'

I chose a seat not far from her. 'Tell me about yourself,' she said.

I was surprised. 'About myself?'

'Yes.'

I raked my brain. What did she want to know about me? What could possibly be interesting about my life? 'I don't know where to start, ma'am.'

'Start from your childhood,' she urged.

I cleared my throat and told her about my growing up, from primary to college and to the university. I told her about my meeting Enny when I was in the university and how we had struck intimacy since then. I also told her how Enny had been supportive and our future plans.

She listened raptly as if what I was saying was very interesting. After I had finished, I looked at her eagerly.

'Do you really want to marry her or you're just playing her?'

Just playing Enny? 'No, ma'am. I'm serious with her. I really want to marry her.'

She nodded again. 'That's good. So, when are you planning the wedding?'

I was delighted to hear that. 'As soon as possible. I'm saving towards renting a place of my own, even if it's a mini flat. After that, she and I can now properly plan the wedding.'

'That's good,' she said again. Her eyes went to the file she put on the stool. 'How much are you charging me for the service you rendered on those documents?'

I nearly chuckled 'Oh, that. Don't worry, ma'am. Don't pay anything on that. You've already been so good to me, and I really appreciate all you're doing ma'am.'

'Hmn, we thank God. So, you don't want any pay for all you've done on the documents?'

'No, ma. No sweat.'

She smiled again and stood up. 'Alright, Alex. Thank you for your time. Have a nice weekend.'

I felt that was rather abrupt, but who was I to complain?

'Thank you, ma'am.' I stood up and bade her good bye.

As I made my way back to my place of abode, I wondered if I had said and done the right thing.


Things went on normally for the rest of that day. The following day was Sunday. As usual, I was in the church as early as six a.m. Other workers later started coming in. I remained in the good books of the G.O and his wife, as they kept commending my efforts.

The two services ran smoothly. After every member had gone, the head pastor (the G.O) said he would like to see me in his office.

I went to meet him in his cozy office, which was not far from mine.

'Well done, sir,' I curtsied.

'Thank you, brother Alex.' (the pastor liked to call me brother Alex, though he should be of my father's age). 'Please, sit down.'

I sat down and looked at him expectantly.

'Yes, brother Alex. It's Madam Da Rocha that reported your matter to me.'

My mind went into frenzy. What did she say I did? What went wrong? What could make the matter to be so serious that she would report it to the pastor?

Unconsciously, I realized I had become nervous and anxious.

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