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I sighed. I would tow the tough part, I decided. I would be a hero; I would be a man. I decided to remain where I was.

A minute passed.

‘Good boy, Alex,’ she finally said, smiling. ‘That’s how to be a man. Now, come over here and prove yourself to be a real man’

I suddenly grinned as I moved to her. Henceforth, I decided, I would satisfy all her needs.

That evening, madam and I slept on the same bed. I had been able to satisfy all her needs, so to say. Sexually, she was not demanding. Initially, I found it so awkward to be making love to an older woman but I soon adjusted my mind to it.

Was she not beautiful and desirable? Had I not proved myself to a macho man the way I grounded her on the bed and pounded her?

Despite all my reservations, I found it very exciting and exhilarating to be very intimate with her. We finally slept off about midnight. I didn’t wake up until few minutes to seven. I went to the adjoining bathroom where I brushed my teeth and took my bath.

Then, I dressed up in grey suit and went to the lounging-room. Madam too soon dressed up and came to join me.

'Good morning, ma’am,' I greeted.

'Good morning, Alex. How was your night?'

I smiled. It was fantastic with her, I thought. 'Very fine.'

She smiled too. Some minutes later, she took her bath. She then chose an ankara gown that was well designed.

'How do I look?' she asked, turning so that I could have a good appraisal.

My smile broadened. This madam, ehn!

'You look stunning,' I confessed.

She was pleased with my remark. 'Thank you.'

I nodded. 'You're welcome.'

She corked her head to a side. 'Hey, you look good too, young man.'

I smiled again. 'Thank you, madam.'

'But, that tie.' She moved over to me and adjusted the tie. I could smell her skin and her breath which smelt of fresh mint.

'There you're. That's better,' she muttered.

'Thank you.'

'Now, order for room service. We need light breakfast before we go.'

'Okay, mummy.'

I ordered for the light breakfast. After the breakfast, we left the hotel in one of the executive cabs for the Ministry of Petroleum Resources.

Her meeting with the Minister was very successful. Thereafter, we met the other people she was supposed to meet. By three p.m. we had met all the people we should. The thing would be that we had to do a follow up on the telephone.

'Let's stay one more night in Abuja,' she suggested. 'Then tomorrow, we'll go back to Lagos.'

I nodded. 'It's okay.'

When we returned to the hotel suite, madam asked that I should ordered for the food that I wanted.

Poor me. I could only think of fried rice and turkey. The meal was sumptuous and I enjoyed it.

Thereafter, we ordered French wine. To avoid prying eyes, madam said we should remain in the suite. Everything she did was okay by me.

She went to take a shower thereafter. Her hand bag was left in the lounging-room. I could see that she stuffed a lot of cash including dollars and euros in it.

Ah, don't get me wrong. I didn't touch her money.

I locked the main door and went for a quick shower in the second bathroom. I then changed to shorts and t-shirt. I went back to the lounging room. She soon came out, wearing another bum short and t shirt. Even at her age, she really looked sexy in that outfit.

She sat on the sofa and stretched her legs.

'Wow, what a day,' she exclaimed. 'Can you help with some massaging again?'

I grinned. 'it will be with all pleasure, madam. Anything you want.'

She nodded. 'That lotion should be in my valise in the bedroom.'

'Okay.' I went to the bedroom she occupied. The valise was on the side of the bed.

Some of her clothes were on the bed, including her lingerie. I had to empty the bag to search of the lotion. I finally found it, returned the contents of the valise inside and left the room.

I met her lying on her belle on the sofa. She looked up at me.

'This time, it's my back that needs massaging.'

'Your back?'

'Yeah, my back. It aches.'

'Oh, sorry,' I said, not sure if I had said the right thing. ‘It must be the work.’

She raised the back of the t-shirt she wore. She was certainly braless.

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She raised the back of the t-shirt she wore. She was certainly braless.

I pulled a stool to her side and sat on it. I then rubbed the lotion on her back and massaged the place. She closed her eyes.

Many thought went through my mind. I imagined Enny bursting inside the room and seeing us in this position. But then, even if that should happen, I would explain that I was only helping to massage madam’s body, I argued in my mind.

Believe me, I would stress, it was just a massage.

'Are you okay, now?' I asked after some minutes.

'A little bit,' she muttered. There was a brief silence. ‘What about you?’ she asked. ‘Are you okay?’

I smiled. ‘I’m okay. No problem at all.’

Some minutes later, she her eyes were closed. She appeared to be dozing.

'Are you okay, now, madam?' I asked again.

She opened her eyes briefly. 'Oh, yes, I'm okay now. Thank you.' It was apparent she had started sleeping off.

I put her cloth back to cover her back. I covered the lotion too. I then sighed.

‘Why don’t you sit down here?’ she mumbled,
pointing at a spot on the couch she was lying on. I was thinking of just watching television in the lounging-room, but if what she wanted was for me to sit by her side, then I would have to oblige her. I sat where she had indicated while she placed her head on my laps. She soon slept off.

I continued to watch the television until I slept off too. Some time later, madam stirred and woke me up.

'Alex?'

I looked at her dreamily. It took some seconds before I could remember where I was.

'Let’s retire to the bedroom,’ she said.

'Okay.' I stood up and switched off the television.

'Where's my handbag?' she asked.

'I took it to the bedroom.'

'Thank you.’ She stood up and preceded me to the bedroom. Inside the room, just like the previous night, I satisfied all her needs.

The following morning, we repeated the routine of bathing, dressing up and preparing for the day’s activities. I left the bed-room for the sitting-room, where I switched on the television and ordered for room-service.

About half an hour later she came to join me in the sitting-room. After the meal, we rested a bit before we started to pack. I assisted her in packing, then I called for the porter.

As we rode the elevator to the ground floor, I decided that my Abuja trip was certainly unforgettable. My experience with Madam B was certainly worth it. With her, I had experienced what I had never experienced in life before.

We returned the keys of the suite and checked out of the hotel. The executive cab was waiting to drive us to the airport.

We got to the airport and we were told we just missed the ten o'clock flight. We remained in the departure lounge and chatted, hoping to travel by the next flight. We had to travel by the mid-day flight.

By 12.55 p.m, the plane taxied to a stop at the local wing of MM airport in Lagos. Taju, madam's personal driver was already waiting for us at the Arrival Hall. He rushed at us as soon as he saw us, almost prostrating for madam in the process.

He relieved me of madam's valise I was holding, while I insisted on carrying my small bag. Taju then preceded us to the car park where madam's Mercedes S class was one of the cars glittering in the sun.

'Drive to the office, first. Alex will go there and continue his work. Then, you will drive me home.'

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He relieved me of madam's valise I was holding, while I insisted on carrying my small bag. Taju then preceded us to the car park where madam's Mercedes S class was one of the cars glittering in the sun.

'Drive to the office, first. Alex will go there and continue his work. Then, you will drive me home.'

The driver nodded. 'Yes, madam.'





Chapter Five

Later in the day, I was still working at my desk by 3.00 p.m, when madam's call came in.

'Good afternoon, madam,' I greeted.

'Afternoon, Alex. Hope you're not too tired.'

'No qualms, ma'am. I'm okay.'

'That's good. Concerning the issue of accommodation, we discussed, one of my houses has a vacant two-bedroom flat. The house is at Ketu. You can take the time off to see the estate agency in charge of the house. Tell Mandy to give you the address of the agency. Go there and meet with Mr. Bashorun. I've already discussed your matter with him. He will take you to the flat. If you like it, then you can take it.'

I was gladdened by what she said. ''I'm grateful, ma'am. Thank you, ma'am.'

'Let me hear what you think of the place after you've inspected it.'

'Alright, ma'am.'

The line was disconnected. I whistled to myself. Some weeks back, madam had asked me where I lived and I had told her I stayed with an uncle, but was planning on how to get a place of my own. She had promised that she would assist in the way she could.

Now, she was about to fulfill the promise. I tidied up the files on my table and went to the secretary's office.

Mandy was on the phone when I got there. I sat on one of the visitor' chairs and waited. She soon finished the telephone conversation.

'Yes, madam said I should get the address of the estate agency from you.'

She nodded and brought out a paper on which she had written the address of the firm. 'Here.'

'Thank you.' I smiled at her. 'It's very likely I will go home from there. Good night.'

She smiled and reciprocated my farewell. I went back to my office to pick up my bag and locked up the place. The address was at Unity road, Ikeja. In less than thirty minutes, I was there.

'I was expecting you,' Mr. Bashorun said after I had introduced myself. 'Madam said you were coming.'

He called a man and gave instructions that he would be taking me to Ketu but he would soon be back and the man must wait. He then opened a drawer and brought out a bunch of keys.

'Alright, let's get going.'

I was on my feet again. What a busy day! It was incredible that just some hours ago, I was in Abuja. The hustles of life would always be with human.

We went by his car, a Toyota Corolla. Since the traffic was light, we soon got to the place at Ketu. It was a storey building inside the estate adjoining the headquarters of The Apostolic Church.

We passed through strong iron gates manned by uniformed security men. I liked the environment. It was neat, serene, well-planned and very urbanized. It was almost like a Government Reservation Area. After pressing the bell and waiting for some moments, a man, one of the occupants, came out to open the gate for us.

The way he and Mr. Bashorun greeted each other showed that the man was a familiar face.
The house, coated in cream color, had four two-bedroom flats. The second one on the ground floor was the vacant one that I was offered.

'Here we are.' Mr. Bashorun brought out the bunch of keys and opened the flat and we went inside. The sitting room was spacious. The two bedrooms were neat. All the floors were tiled.

Even the kitchen was tiled. I was okay with the bathroom and the kitchen. When I opened the tap in the bathroom, water gushed out. The whole building itself was very decent. I was impressed with the place.

'Do you like it?' Mr. Bashorun asked, studying me.

I nodded my complete approval. Only a person with a dysfunctional mind would not like the place. 'Yes, I like it.'

'Yeah, indeed, it's a nice place,' Mr. Bashorun agreed.

The area was indeed decent. I had no doubt I would love it.

'What about the cost? How much is the rent per annum?' I asked.

'Madam said I shouldn't discuss that with you. Alright, let's go.'

We left the place. I got down at Ketu Bus stop. From there, it would be easy for me to get a tricycle to my place. I went home straight, had a shower and changed into casuals. Thereafter, I decided to call madam.

'Do you like the place?' she asked.

'Yes, madam. It's a nice place.'

'Good. Then you can have it.'

'Thank you. But I still don't know how much I'll pay for it. When I asked Mr. Bashorun, he said you told him not to discuss that aspect with me.'

'Yes, Alex. Don't worry about payment. You can have the place free for the next two years.'

'Free for two years? Wonderful!' Thank you, madam. I'm so grateful.'

'It's okay. Just continue to do all things diligently.'

I understood what she meant. I was already reaping the reward of my ‘diligence.’ Why would I not continue with it?

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Without doubt, I understood what she meant. I was already reaping the reward of my ‘diligence.’ Why would I not continue with it?

'So, when are you moving in, Alex?' she asked.

'Maybe, by this weekend.'

'It's okay. Tomorrow afternoon, collect the keys of the flat from Bashorun.'

'Thank you so much, I'm very grateful, madam. God bless you.'

As it was, I was very grateful to her. This was the most generous person I had ever come across in my life. But then, I was only being rewarded for my diligence.

In the office the next morning, I went to meet her as soon as she came in to show appreciation.

'Madam, I really appreciate all you're doing. Thank you so much, ma’am.'

'It's okay Alex.

I went on to give her a peck. ‘You look gorgeous, as usual,’ I commented.

She beamed in smile. ‘Thank you.’

From my understanding, there would be no office romance. At her own discretion, she would be the one that would call me for companionship and intimacy. Work went on smoothly that day.

From time to time, madam would summon me for one office engagement or the other. Sometimes, I would sit in my office, go through some documents or write.

The office assistant brought my lunch at about I.00 p.m, as usual. It was a food pack bought from one of the notable eateries, and it was free. By three o'clock, madam said she would be leaving the office.

‘I’ll soon be going home,’ she said. ‘We may not have close moment together until tomorrow.’ She winked at me. ‘Then, I’ll let you know where. For now, see you tomorrow.’

I bade her goodbye as my office would still remain open till 5.00 p.m.

After madam had gone, I continued typing on the computer laptop. There was a workshop on empowerment madam was invited to as guest speaker and I was to draft her speech, based on some jottings she had made. The door to my office opened and Mandy came in. She had relaxed her officious stance towards me, and once in a while, we chatted.

'Hello,' she said with a smile.

I stopped the typing I was doing and smiled too. 'Sister Mandy, how're you?'

'Hmn, I've told you to drop the 'sister' title. Just Mandy is perfect.'

'Oh, pardon me. How're you, Mandy?'

She smiled again. 'I'm cool.'

I nodded. I liked that answer.

'So, how was the Abuja trip? I mean, did you enjoy yourself?'

She had asked that question the previous day and I had answered that the trip was fine.

'Just like I said, it was an exciting experience.'

'You're really enjoying, madam o.' She smiled. Did I see a sly look on her face, or did I imagine it? Did she suspect something was going on between madam and me?

'Well. Madam is really a nice person,' I agreed.

'Na wa o. Madam has been too nice to you. Within the short time you're here, see all the good things she has done for you. She even gave you a two-bedroom flat free of charge. Madam really likes you.'

My mind was racing. Was Mandy saying these out of envy, jealousy, or what? Well, I could not really blame her. A lot of things had happened to me since I started working for madam.

'The apartment is not entirely free. It's free only for the first two years,' I put in. 'Well, it must be God. I believe it's God that is giving me mercy through her. So, you know about the apartment?'

'Of course, I know. Am I not her Personal Secretary? Was I not the one that wrote the estate agency address for you, yesterday?'

I nodded. Of course, she would know. I tried to change the topic.

'How long have you been working for madam?'
'Five years,' she answered. 'I enjoy working for her. She's a nice woman.'

I sighed. It was obvious, wasn't it?

'So, when are you moving to your new apartment?' Mandy asked.

'Hmn, probably by this weekend.'

'I know the house.'

I looked surprised. 'You do?'

'Yes, the General Manager lives there. I knew it when we went for the naming ceremony of his last child.'

I nodded again. 'Oh, I see.'

'The house belongs to madam.'

Again, I nodded. 'She told me so.'

'She also has two other houses – both are duplexes - in that estate.'

'Really? Madam tried o.'

'Her late husband did all the work she is enjoying today. It was the man that tried.'

I was full of thoughts. So, this Mandy could gossip like this.

'Well, it's her fortune, now,' I pointed out.

'The man really tried,' she went on. 'In Lagos alone, he had more than seven houses.' 'He also has houses in Ogun state, Abuja, London, Dubai, New York and Brasilia.'

My eyes popped out. 'Really? Wow!' That meant madam was richer than I had imagined.

'If you're hardworking, you will enjoy madam. So far, she's impressed with your performance. She told me so.'

I nodded without saying a word. What could I say? Of course, madam was impressed with my diligence!

'So, what did you bring for me from Abuja?' Mandy asked, another smile playing around her lips.

I wasn't expecting that. 'Hmn? You didn't tell me to bring something for you.' I replied jovially.

'Okay, now, I'm telling you.'

I sighed. 'Alright. Give me some thirty minutes. I'll give you something.'

'Seriously?'

'Yes.'

'Okay.' She stood up. 'I'll be expecting it.'

With that, she left the office.

I raked my brain, wondering about a little thing I could buy her. I finally decided on one little thing. I called the office assistant and asked him to buy two-thousand-naira worth of air time from MTN, Airtel, Etisalat and Glo. I then asked the guy to give them to her.

Few minutes to four, I decided to close a bit earlier since I would still be going to the estate agency office to collect the key to my new apartment.

'You're lucky, man,' Mr. Bashorun, the head of the agency, said as soon as I entered his office.'

'Lucky? How?'

The man shook my hand. 'You're the first person madam would give a flat and will go ahead and furnish it. Just like that'

I was pleasantly surprised that the flat had been furnished. So, madam did that? Marvelous. God would bless her, I prayed in my mind.

After getting the keys, I decided to go to the flat and see things for myself. Just as Mr. Bashorun had said, there were furniture in the sitting-room, bed and matrass in one of the bed-rooms; and cooking gas and some pots in the kitchen. There were even about a dozen of plates and some cutleries there in the kitchen too.

Oh, what a wonderful woman Madam Bimpe was. I went down on my knees to thank God for bringing Madam B to my life.

I called Enny that we already had a home waiting for us, so we just had to start planning for our wedding. I was excited as I talked on the phone.

'God will bless this my madam o,' I went on. 'She really did wonderfully well.'

'Hmn,' Enny said. She was rather cool about it. I thought she should be happy for me.

'I would be moving there on Saturday,' I continued. 'It's also at Ketu.' I went on to give her the address. Enny lived off Demurin Road, so we were not too far from each other.

After I had disconnected the line, I was a bit unsettled by Enny's response. It was just too cool. This was not the vivacious Enny that I knew. Ever since Madam B came into my life, Enny's behavior had changed.

Couldn't she believe that I did was for the two of us? Of course, with all Enny had done for me in the past, I would very much want her to be part of my 'better life' now. No matter the luxury I enjoyed from madam, I would not abandon Enny now. She that had labored when things were really tough for me must now reap the fruits, I reasoned.

But then, I shrugged it off. I believed with time, Enny would come to realize that indeed I loved her, no matter what.

I had already discussed my imminent relocation with my uncle. He was happy for me. He prayed that the devil would not cause any rift between me and my benefactor. He also promised to check on me in my new place by Sunday evening. His children expressed that they would miss me.

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