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I rose up from my seat to prostrate for him. ‘Thank you very much, sir.’

He nodded. ‘I know your real reason of resignation is because of what had happened. Now, let me assure you that henceforth, we’ll be relating cordially as we used to before. On that note, there’s no need you resign again.’

I stood from my seat to prostrate for him again. ‘Thank you, sir. Thank you very much sir.’

‘You’re like my son. The issue of marrying my daughter must not cause a schism between you and me or between me and your dad. If Yetunde changes her mind, fine.

If she doesn’t, as far as I’m concerned, you’re free to marry whoever you want to marry.’

I thanked him profusely. For the first time in many days, I felt quite relieved from guilt and shame.

I called my mum to let her know what Senator Osho had said.

‘It’s good he has said that,’ she said. ‘He is giving you another chance. Henry, you must be careful. Don’t allow lust to cause you trouble again. There still good ladies around. Stop messing with ladies of easy virtues. Pray and pick one that will be a good wife to you. That is what you should do, now.’

‘Thanks, mum. I will do just that.’

That was how I continued to work for the senator, and continued shuffling between Lagos and Abuja.

A month after the issue, I was still very cautious about how I related with ladies. The incident had made me to realize that I could stay off women and off sex for weeks. I never thought that could happen.

In the spirit of forgiveness as demonstrated by the senator, when Bisola called me again, I picked up her call.

‘Thank God,’ she said. ‘Thank God you finally picked my call. I just want to let you know I’m very sorry.’

‘It’s okay,’ I replied.

‘Have you forgiven me?’

I chuckled. ‘Yes, but go and sin no more.’

‘Okay o. Thanks for forgiving.’

‘It’s alright.’

‘If there’s a vacuum in your heart that you want to fill, I’m still available.’

I shook my head. ‘I think the best thing at this junction is for us to go our separate ways.’

She was silent for a while.

‘Thanks for calling,’ I quickly said. ‘Good bye.’

‘Bye,’ she managed to say.

I cut the communication. There was no way I would still go for Bisola, after all that had happened, forgiveness or no forgiveness.

I actually hoped Yetunde would have a change of mind. This time, I was prepared to show her that I was completely changed person. I was ready to show love and commitment to her.

Three months after the incident, it was a conviction that Yetunde had kissed me good bye. The fact that she still refused to pick my call showed that she had foreclosed opening the door of her heart to me.

I decided that I had to move on. I remembered Kike’s ‘prophecy’. It seemed those words were coming to pass. Believe me, I wanted to dismiss her statement and forget about her, but I could not. In my sleep, I would dream about her. It was not really something intimate, but I always dreamt about having chats with her. After weeks of denial, I finally decided to call her.

‘Hello, Kike. Quite some time.’

‘Hello, Uncle Henry. How’s everything?’

‘We thank God. Things are not too bad.’

‘That means they’re quite bad.’

‘Yes, you can say that again.’

I allowed a short pause. ‘When will you be having holiday and when will you come to Lagos?’

‘We’ll be starting the semester exams next week. By upper week, the semester will end and I’ll be around.’

‘Good. I’m dying to meet you. Do you know my residence?’

‘No, I don’t.’

‘Okay, I’ll text it to you. I’m always around on weekends.’

‘Okay. What about the lady you want to marry? I hope she won’t be angry to see me there.’

It was obvious Kike was not updated about the events that had been happening.

‘You don’t worry about that aspect. When you come, we’ll talk.’

‘Okay.’

I was excited about the fact that Kike would soon be paying me a visit. I was having the kind of feeling I was having for he just before she started the university. Gosh, was this love or what?

She came on Saturday morning.

‘Hello, Kike.’

‘Good morning, uncle.’

She was in a simple blouse and skirt, but she still looked pretty in her simplicity.

I had prepared well for her coming. Earlier, I had bought a pack of fried rice and chicken from the best eatery around me. There was micro wave oven with which the food could be warmed. I had also bought some fruit juice and malt drinks.

Whatever Kike had said apart, I could see that she was a good wife material. Kike was decent, cool, pretty and God-fearing. If, indeed I had deviated from my previous lustful ways, then this lady was the best for me.


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