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Fear No More

Sola Raphael

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Sam is a jolly fellow who goes about in a confident way bereft of worries. When his boss instructs him to become driver to his wife, Sam thinks it’s another simple task. He is confounded by the turn of events. The dalliance between him and his boss’ wife becomes an albatross. His life is on the line. He becomes a man on the run, even as another love intrigues pull him back.

(This Edition has some adult contents)









The Hyndai jeep drifted with the traffic. It was few minutes after five p.m., and it was the hour many workers had closed at the offices and were returning to their homes. Sam was not in a hurry, so the traffic could be as slow as it wanted to be.

Like others, he was returning home where he hoped to have a deserved rest. In order to chase off boredom, he snapped the jeep radio on. A female presenter was blabbing about the importance of fidelity in marriage and other relationships.

As a single man at thirty years old, Sam felt the message was of no importance to him. He promptly changed the Frequency Modulated station and settled for a musical station.

From Ketu, to Mile 12, Owode, Irawo, Ajegunle and Ogolonto, the traffic remained busy.
At Ogolonto, he turned right to drive to Ebute. From here, he would drive towards Igbogbo. His final destination was a storey building off Igbogbo Road.

It was few minutes after six when he drove inside the compound. He took the sidewalk to his two-room apartment at the back of the main building. It was supposed to be a boys’ quarter, but it was a glorified one with nice rooms and en-suite kitchens and toilets.

It was one of his gains for working for Chief Kashi, the business man cum politician.

One of his phones rang as soon as he stepped inside the house. He let it ring for a while as he removed his shoes and socks. He then picked the phone. It was Jenni on the line.

'Hello, baby. How're you?'

'Fine. Are you at home already?'

'Yeah, I just got home now. Are you coming over?'

'Yes, I'm on my way.'

Jenni was a co-worker. While Sam worked as a special assistant to Chief Kashi, Jenni was the boss' secretary. Jenni was however more than a co-worker to Sam: they were lovers.

It was not the first time Jenni would be visiting his house or sleeping overnight. That had become a routine. Jenni didn't mind his companionship.

As a matter of fact, she wanted more than just sleeping together and claiming to be lovers, but he behaved as if the issue of marriage was an anathema.

Sam believed he was far from being ready for serious relationship. He still had some years ahead of him, he would claim. So far, Jenni had been playing everything cool, like someone bidding her time.

Sam stripped down to boxers and singlet. It was March and the weather was stuffy. Right inside the house, it was okay for him to remain as he was. The standing fan was blowing, but it hardly helped the stuffiness. He must fix the air-conditioner system he had promised himself to do.

Some thirty minutes later, Jenni arrived in the house.

'Hello, dear,' he greeted.

'Hi,' she returned. She came to give him a peck.

'How was your outing?' she asked.

Though she and Sam had the same employer, Sam hardly stayed in the office. He was always on the move doing one hatchet man's job or the other for Chief Kashi. But to Jenni, Sam was a plain and upright guy.


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Interesting update

Nice

Well done.

He thought briefly.

'There's this small hotel at Toyin Street, Ikeja. It is called Finicky Hotel. Let's meet there by six p.m today. Can you make it?'

There was a brief silence. 'That's no problem. Can you send your pix to this number? This is my WhatsApp number.'

'That will be no problem.'

'One more thing. I only deal in cash.'

He grinned and nodded. 'That'll be no problem.'


* * *


Dr. Sabada removed his black jacket and hanged it on the back rest of his swivel, leather chair. It was one of the rare days he would be wearing a jacket. He preferred casual wears. Joe Sabada was a lecturer at the English language department, Lagoon View University, Lagos. At forty, he was still considered young.

He was a brilliant scholar and teacher who could hold his audience spell-bound for hours. Many of his students at the under-graduate school held in awe.

Dr. Sabada however had one flaw: he could not resist anything in skirt. His beautiful wife, having become fed up with his philandering way of life, had called it quits with him. From seductive female students to bewitching sex workers, Joe could not simply hold himself back.

He sat on his chair and thought over some events of the day. So far, Agatha Laseko had told him she would be coming to see him in his office. She was a pretty student in level 300. Agatha had initially rebuffed his amorous advance. It took her a failure in the course he handled, for her to have a rethink.

Now, she said she would be coming over. Joe had spent well over an hour in the office before Agatha came around.

'Good afternoon, sir,' she greeted.

'Yeah.' He grinned at her. 'You're welcome. Sit down. You said you wanted to see me.'

She took one of the seats opposite him. 'Yes, sir. It's about what you told me the other day. I've come to tell you that I've agreed.'

Sabada beamed in smiles. He stood from his chair and went to lock the office door.

'Before, you go further, you need to stand up and take a step back.'

It sounded quite odd, but she did as she was directed.

He examined her critically from head to toe.

'Okay, step forward.'

She moved forward.


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ImtInterest episode.

It was not as if he did not have the financial capacity. Neither was it that he was short of good ladies. Why then had he remained single? For inexplicable reasons, he was not even thinking of it.

He was satisfied with sleeping around and did not have marriage in his lexicon. Whenever some friend or relatives confronted him about marital issue, he would tell them he would settle down in the nearest future. How near that future was, he and other could not tell.


* * *


Eddie arrived at his office and set out to work immediately. He would not be going to court today but he had some documents and drafts to work on. Jolade, one of his associates, soon came to his office. While they worked, he could not help thinking about a story he read on an on-line news platform.

In the Life section of the news blog, he had read that there was a Nigerian networking website that could connect men who desired flings with ladies of their choice. The website was to get a relationship established between willing and consenting adults. Eddie had been going to brothels to patronize some sex workers since the death of his wife, but he felt that was not good enough. He needed something more discrete.

As soon as Mrs. Jolade Randle stepped out of his office, Eddie brought out his i-phone. He connected to the internet and visited the dating site.

He filled in some data about himself which included the kind of relationship he sought and the kind of partner. He also supplied his mobile phone number, his WhatsApp number and e-mail address.

He soon had access to the different ladies that were available for his pick. After going through the profile of many of them, he finally picked a sultry, busty lady who called herself Dora. Tentatively, Eddie called her number. She answered after the third ring.

'Hello. Am I on to Dora?' he asked.

'Yes. Who's on the line?'

'The name is Eddie. I saw your profile on Hot 'n Cool connection. I'll like to meet with you.'

'Did you read through our terms?'

He grinned to himself. As a lawyer, was it possible for him to have missed that?

'Yes. The terms are okay by me.'

'Alright. Where and when do we meet?'

He thought briefly. 'There's this small hotel at Toyin Street, Ikeja. It is called Finicky Hotel. Let's meet there by six p.m today. Can you make it?'

There was a brief silence. 'That's no problem. Can you send your pix to this number? This is my WhatsApp number.'

'That will be no problem.'

'One more thing. I only deal in cash.'

He grinned and nodded. 'That'll be no problem.'


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'There's morning class and afternoon class,' Manu said. 'The morning class starts by eight and ends two o'clock. The afternoon session begins 3.00 p.m., and ends six o'clock. It depends on the one you want your daughter to attend.'

'She will be coming for the morning session, and she's starting today.'
Manu told him how much was the Admission form and how much would be paid every month. Eddie paid for the form and the fee for the month by cash.

He rose to go. 'Alright, Nnena, you can always find your way home when you close.' He gave her five hundred naira note. 'Have this.'

He waved her off and went back to his car. From Ojodu, he drove to Ogba where he had his law chamber.


By two o'clock, the morning classes ended. There would be a break of about an hour before the afternoon session would start. From his office,
Manu watched as the students moved to the school gate and trooped out of the college. Most of them had completed their secondary school education and had come either to write UTME or to take GCE examinations. For the fact that it was not a regular school, the students wore mufti.

Clara was one of them. She was already close to twenty-one and had taken the UTME examinations thrice. This time around she had vowed that she must succeed by whatever means. When she first came to register at the tutorial college, she had told Manu about her challenges.

'You have come to the right place,' he had said. 'Apart from the normal teaching and lectures, I can guarantee your success once you can pay
the price.'

'How much?' she had asked.

Manu had laughed. 'The price has no price tag,' he said. 'All you have to do is have some moments of intimacy with me. Once you can do that,
that is all.'

Clara had clouded her face. 'I don't understand.'

'Let's be intimate,' he had said. 'Let me be blunt: let's get close, you know. Let's be lovers. That is all you have to pay.'

She was not exactly surprised that he was making that demand. Normally, she would have spurned his proposition, but this was not a normal
quest. Since she was desperate about what she wanted, she shrugged and acquiesced to his demand. He had taken her to his residence and
they had taken on each other lasciviously. She was one of the numerous ladies he had taken home. At thirty-eight, Manu should be thinking of settling down with a wife and starting a family, but his thinking was not on that. Many of his mates had already settled down to marriage lives.

It was not as if he did not have the financial capacity. Neither was it that he was short of good ladies. Why then had he remained single? For inexplicable reasons, he was not even thinking of it. He was satisfied with sleeping around and did not have marriage in his lexicon.

Whenever some friends or relatives confronted him about marital issue, he would tell them he would settle down in the nearest future. How near that future was, he and others could not tell.



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joceey:
Sola you re a great writer but the problem is how to buy your stories this okada of a things the process is not well organise.Pls try to open a WhatsApp for it ,put your WhatsApp number strictly for those that want to buy your stories if its through recharge card or bank transfer after confirming that the recharge card or transfer is valid with proof of payment , the person will send you is email address and you send it has PDF to the person.
I tried buying one of your stories( fear no more )till date when it was difficult on okada i didn't finish. Save people the stress of registration on a site before getting the story only advising you from observation thank you.

Thanks for your interest and compliments. I really feel appreciated by those words.

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Thank you.

Manu was perplexed. How could Femi and Juliet make a public spectacle of themselves? How could they fight and make public what they should have settled in their closet?

After more moments of altercations, the Manager was able to settle the rift. Femi returned with Manu to the drinking table.

'You shouldn't have fought her,' Manu admonished.

'I wasn't enjoying the whole thing,' Femi said. 'She closed up her thighs and made everything so tight. What is the essence of paying for
something I'm not enjoying?'

Manu only shook his head.

*. *. *.

On Monday morning, Eddie Laseko was in the house till few minutes to nine. It was unusual of him to remain in the house till that time. As a successful lawyer in private practice, he normally left for office on working days by seven in the morning. He had lingered a bit this morning because he wanted to take Nnena, his first daughter, to a tutorial college that was recommended by his friend. Nnena had concluded secondary education and had come out with flying colors. Now, it was time for her to take the joint university admission examination called UTME. She hoped to study Medicine and Surgery, as a science student.

Eddie took the last sip of his coffee and put the cup on the sauce.

'Mary!' he called the house girl.

'Sir,' she answered from the kitchen. She soon came to meet him at the dining table.

'Come and clear this table,' he said. 'Then, call Nnena for me.'

‘Yes, sir.’ Mary cleared the dining table. Within a minute, Nnena came to join her father in the sitting-room.

'Are you set?' he asked.

'Yes, dad.'

He got up from his seat, picked up his black folder and preceded Nnena out of the room and flat. They left in his Nissan jeep. Excellento Tutorial
College is not very far from his residence. It was a trek able distance, or at worse, she could take commercial motor cycle popularly called
'okada.'

'I'm sending you to that place to study and learn,' he said as he drove in the early morning traffic. 'I'm not sending you to have boyfriends. So, face the purpose of why you're there.'

She nodded. She was the second of his four daughters aged twenty, seventeen, fifteen and twelve respectively. Since their mother passed away
about six months ago, after a brief illness, their dad was saddled with both paternal and maternal roles. Thank God they were already grown up.

He soon got to the place he had set out to go.

The security man directed them to the Director's office. Through the open door, Manu could see father and daughter as they made their way to
his office. From the way the man dressed, he knew he was an important man. He would have to be suave with such a person.

Eddie asked about how the college operated. He was told there were two sessions of classes.

'There's morning class and afternoon class,' Manu said. 'The morning class starts by eight and ends two o'clock. The afternoon session begins
3.00 p.m., and ends six o'clock. It depends on the one you want your daughter to attend.'

'She will be coming for the morning session, and she's starting today.'

Manu told him how much was the Admission form and how much would be paid every month. Eddie paid for the form and the fee for the month by
cash.

He rose to go. 'Alright, Nnena, you can always find your way home when you close.' He gave her five hundred naira note. 'Have this.'

He waved her off and went back to his car. From Ojodu, he drove to Ogba where he had his law chamber.



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Nice update.

Our leaders should certainly learn from this Corona virus episode.

1. They should learn to develop the health system at home.

2. Charity should always begin from home.

3. When push becomes shove, home is home.

There is no need for hot exchange of words. The Prof. should not have replied Garba Shehu.

But wait a minute. This is a good and classical comic relief.

'No. Today, you didn't open it wide enough,' Femi said heteadly. 'And I was not getting value for my money!'

'Alright! Alright!' the manager said. 'Oga, calm down.

This matter did not need to degenerate to fighting or exchanging blows. Oga, sebi you and Juliet are friends, you didn't have to fight her now.'

Manu was perplexed. How could Femi and Juliet make a public spectacle of themselves? How could they fight and make public what they should have settled in their closet?

After more moments of altercations, the Manager was able to settle the rift. Femi returned with Manu to the drinking table.

'You shouldn't have fought her,' Manu admonished.
'I wasn't enjoying the whole thing,' Femi said. 'She closed up her thighs and made everything so tight. What is the essence of paying for something I'm not enjoying?'

Manu only shook his head.

*. *. *.

On Monday morning, Eddie Laseko was in the house till few minutes to nine. It was unusual of him to remain in the house till that time.

As a successful lawyer in private practice, he normally left for office on working days by seven in the morning. He had lingered a bit this morning because he wanted to take Nnena, his first daughter, to a tutorial college that was recommended by his friend.

Nnena had concluded secondary education and had come out with flying colours. Now, it was time for her to take the joint university admission examination called UTME. She hoped to study Medicine and Surgery, as a science student.

Eddie took the last sip of his coffee and put the cup on the sauce.

'Mary!' he called the house girl.

'Sir,' she answered from the kitchen. She soon came to meet him at the dining table.

'Come and clear this table,' he said. 'Then, call Nnena for me.'

Mary cleared the dining table. Within a minute, Nnena came to join her father in the sitting-room.

'Are you set?' he asked.

'Yes, dad.'

He got up from his seat, picked up his black folder and preceeded Nnena out of the room and flat. They left in his Nissan jeep. Excellento Tutorial College is not very far from his residence. It was a trekkable distance, or at worse, she could take commercial motor cycle popularly called 'okada.'

'I'm sending you to that place to study and learn,' he said as he drove in the early morning traffic. 'I'm not sending you to have boyfriends. So, face the purpose of why you're there.'

She nodded. She was the first of his three daughters aged seventeen, fifteen and twelve respectively. Since their mother passed away about six months ago, after a brief illness, their dad was saddled with both paternal and maternal roles. Thank God they were already grown up.

He soon got to the place he had set out to go.
The security man directed them to the Director's office. Through the open door, Manu could see father and daughter as they made their way to his office.

From the way the man dressed, he knew he was an important man. He would have to be suave with such a person.

Eddie asked about how the college operated. He was told there were two sessions of classes.

'There's morning class and afternoon class,' Manu said.

'The morning class starts by eight and ends two o'clock. The afternoon session begins 3.00 p.m., and ends six o'clock. It depends on the one you want your daughter to attend.'

Interesting story.

This is my opinion: the fact that many Nigerians have not gravely fallen ill or many victims are not dropping dead is a matter of Providence.

Somehow, God has curtailed the number of casualty in this country.

There is no way any one could really say that the lockdown is a blessing.

Though the reason for this is obvious and tenable, this is indeed trying time.

Things are so boring. Worse still, in my area, electricity is on the lockdown.

Nice update.

Hmn .....

Good move. Together we will defeat the virus.

At a time like this, there is need to ask God for help.

Britain and other countries should humble themselves and seek help from God.

Nothing is too big for God to handle.

People should be careful in making statements. This is a a period of emergency and there is no need to heighten the tension.

Calling for resignation is an extreme thing to do.