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The time has come to unburden my burdens. This tale I'm about to tell you has been a burden and I have been waiting for a moment like this to unburden the burdens.

It happened some years ago and I, myself was not an eyewitness but it was related to me by an eyewitness. He too, the tale was a burden to him and he didn't want to carried it alone.He was looking for someone to share it with him and he found me. In fact, he wanted all men and women to carry the burden so as to right the wrongs of the characters in the story. The eyewitness while narrating the tale used the first person pronoun "I" as if he was involved in the story. And you know why he used it? He said to me:

"My friend, I am going to use the first person pronoun "I" in this story not because I'm involved in the story....No, not all...I'll be using it because I want to put myself in the shoe of the central character. by so doing, I want to be reminding myself that the greatest tragedy in life is to marry wrong partner and I advise you to do same when narrating this story to others".

And so in this tale I'm about to tell you, I'll be using the first person pronoun "I" not because I'm involved in the story but only to harken to the voice of my friend.

Now where shall I start from? Let me start from my first marriage. ...my marriage to Nana. She was an excellent woman, a virtuous woman, a woman who stood by me in the most critical moment of my life, a woman who was with me in my struggles. She assisted, supported and encouraged me. And if good character is beauty then Nana is the most beautiful woman in the whole world. But no! She was not good looking . She was short almost like dwarf, her nose like that of a baboon, her eyes so big like an electric Bob. It was as if God was very tired when he created her. I only Married Nana out of gratitude.

And the day came when I got a job with an oil and gas company and I began to lived a big life.The desire to change everything around me including my wife was irresistible. Oh yes, I needed a beautiful, refined and sophisticated woman. My eyes went on hunting and behold I saw what I was looking for.

"My name is Jamila " She said when I demanded to know her name.

Her eyes were sparkling. she was amazingly beautiful. In fact, I almost melt like an ice cream when her eyes met mine and there and then we layed the foundation for our relationship.

Then one day I proposed to her. I wanted her to be my second wife but she jumped up in protest.

"No, never...I am not going to be your second wife.....if you must marry me,then divorce that ugly thing you called a wife ".

And like man bewitched, I nodded my head again and again.
But how on earth am going to divorce my wife? This was a woman since tying the not with her had never argued with me. Whatever I said, her response was always "Yes" as if there was "No" in her vocabulary. On what ground was i going to divorce my obedient wife? but then, I was ready to do anything for my beautiful Jamila. So one day I went home and set a trap for my wife.I took my Bsc certificate and threw it in a dustbin and I pretended I was looking for it. I asked my wife and obviously she said she had know idea where the certificate was. In false anger, I went to the dustbin and "found" it.
And that was it....I blamed my wife for throwing my certificate in a dustbin and before she could open her mouth to defend to defend herself, I had pronounced three times, a word in Arabic that nullified our marriage.

In less than a month after separating with my wife, I married Jamila. I was wedding was the talk of the town but as days gone by, I realised it was a big mistake marrying Jamila. first, she asked that I must employ a househlp which I did . She was hostile to my friends and relatives and frightened me most about her was when she threatened to kill me if I marry another wife,. At first I thought it was a joke not untill one day I informed her of my friend's intention to marry a second wife.Ah, she was furious as if I was the one planning to marry another wife.She went to the kitchen and took a knife, brandished it on face and warned me never to bring that kind of discussion in her house.

One day, I left my phone in the sitting room and a lady from my place of work called. ...My answered and on hearing the voice, she ended the call. Ah, my friends, that day, my house was on fire....I tried explaining to her but she would not listen to me. She concluded that I was cheating on her and in the night of the same day when everything appeared calm, my wife was actually hiding a knife under her pillow and when I was deeply asleep, she took the knife and slaughtered me.....slaughtered me like a sacrificial ram......

Ah, God forbid! it wasn't me...........

RANCOUR. ....
A story of love, betrayal, revenge and quest for survival. ........

I was very happy when I saw Samantha drove her Peugeot 407 into my compound. She was tall, fair in complexion, Her pointed nose stood firmly like an arrow in a bow. She was the daughter of a business tycoon, Mr. Ade Johnson. Her father had warned her to stay away from me.He simply won't allow his daughter to go around with a school dropout like me.Well, she loved me but at the same she didn't want to hurt her father. As a result, our relationship with her was secret....she would only come to my house.

Now, she was in my sitting room.

"Hie sweetheart "

She said and smiled. I stared at her as if I had seen a ghost. I was actually not expecting her.

"Sweetheart, what's wrong with you.... what's that look on your face? "

"Oh sorry my dear, just surprise seeing.... you didn't tell me you are coming"

But before she could reply, my phone rang.... I took the phone and saw MY GODFATHER on the phone's screen.. Yes! it was my Godfather calling.

"Hello... Hello Godfather " I answered.

"Hello Dano, come over to my house right now " His commanding voice came sharply through the phone.

"But..... But.... Godfather " I stammered.

"No but.... I said come now "

I wondered why my Godfather would want to see me so desperately. What was going on? And how I my going to explain myself to Samantha? Ah! She would be angry with me. she may even thought that I was running away from her or something.. She would never forgive for abandoning her after taking her time to visit me. I stared at her, unable to say something.

"Dano sweetheart, is there any problem? " She broke the lingering silence.

"Oh my dear, forgive me please, .... I don't even know how to explain myself.... I'm sorry but my Godfather want to see me right now "

"Alright sweetheart, I won't stop you from seeing your father but promise to call me when you are back "

"Yes.... Yes, of course, I will"

She gave me a kiss and left.
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I arrived at my Godfather's house around 2pm.

"Welcome, My Godson, I know you won't disappoint me "

He said as I came in.

"Sit down my boy "

I sat down and he offered me a glass of wine.

"There is an operation for you in the next two days.... I want you to kidnap the daughter of rich and powerful man.... this operation, if carried out successfully, A hundred million naira would be on our table "

"so who are we kidnapping? " I asked.

He handed me a picture of a young and beautiful lady, and guess who? My one and only love, Samantha Ade Johnson.

To be continued........
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LEICESTER, ENGLAND.

WHAT A BEAUTIFUL CITY! Massimilliano Gustavo thought to himself as he sat next to the driver who was driving him to Mr. Bernardo Sanchez's mansion. they were around Northgate street in the city of Leicester.... just a stone throw from Mr. Sanchez house. The street was familiar. He could still remember when he was eight years old, Mr. Sanchez used to drive them around the popular notthgate street. THEM---him and Daniella Sanchez--Mr. Sanchez only daughter. Poor Daniella! she was always in love with him..... it was an obsession, something intense, so much so that she was not able to do away with it even when massimilliono was away. Yes! they were separated when massimilliano got admitted into one of prestigious university in Paris, France. She had wept bitterly, insisted that she wanted to follow him to Paris. Her father, Bernardo Sanchez was left bewildered by his daughter obsession with his Godson..... His Godson.... Massimilliano Gustavo was the son of Antonio Gustavo, Mr. Sanchez's friend. Antonio Gustavo, together with his wife were murdered in broad daylight in their hometown in Barkby, a small town standing five miles north-east from the center of Leicester. Massimilliano was left alone.... no relative to take care of him not until Mr Bernardo Sanchez visited them where he was first saw Massimilliano shivering like one beaten by a heavy downpour..... he was helpless, so defenceless. Mr. Sanchez took pity on massimiliano and took him to his Mansion.... there he raised him as his son. And that was many years ago. Massimilliano was now a ground up man, handsome, intelligent and a graduate of Paris Dauphin university, Paris.

Now, he was back to his city of his birth after seven years... he had received a letter while in Paris.... the message was clear.... Mr. Bernardo Sanchez died of cancer and the millionaire had instructed that his will must be read in the presence of his daughter and Godson, massimilliano Gustavo. He was devastated when he learnt that the man who took care of him had passed away..... But what he didn't understand was why Mr Bernardo would asked him to be present at the reading of the Will.


"Sir, we are already in Mr. Sanchez's house " the driver interrupted his thought.

"Yes... yes... of course"

He stepped out of the car and the driver left immediately. He took his bag and when he looked up, Daniella Sanchez was standing there before him, smiling, her teeth coming out from a shiny red mouth.


"Welcome.... should I call you "My big brother " or "My sweet darling? "....well, you are back, finally back to me after seven years "


massimilliano was speechless.... He couldn't believe what he was seeing.... Daniella Sanchez was now a grown up woman, beautiful and attractive..... but his Sister.... yes! His only sister and nothing else.


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The next day, Bernardo's lawyer arrived to read out the will. Massimiliano Gustavo, Daniella Sanchez and Bernardo's two sisters were present. He cleared his throat and began:

"I Bernardo Sanchez of Leicester, being of sound mind and in contemplation of the certainty of death, do hereby declare this instrument to be my last will and testament.

that give fifteen million pounds each to my two sisters, in addition to this, My sister, Lucia Sanchez shall inherit two of my estates in Manchester, and to my other sister, Jessica Sanchez, shall inherit two of my estates here in Leicester.....

My Godson, Massimiliano Gustavo shall inherit all my fortunes including my mansions, companies and other estates aside from the ones given to my sisters.... But massimillano Gustavo shall only inherit all these under one condition.... that he, Massimilliano Gustavo agree to marry my daughter, Daniella Sanchez....... "


The last sentence was like a bomblast....to him, Daniella was just like a sister, nothing else and asking him to marry her was outrageous. He looked up, Daniella was staring at him, smiling..... trying to tell him to that affectionate smile that she approved her father's wishes..... And he smiled too but his was a sort of a lying smile.

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KANO, NIGERIA.

Kano city.... somewhere in the northern part of Nigeria was a beautiful city, the second biggest city in the country popularly known as the center of commerce .Somewhere in this commercial city, was Basma sadiq.. Twenty years old who graduated from high school with an exceptional result and consequently got a scholarship to study abroad..... Leicester, England.

It was not only a day of celebration but also a day sorrow..... Sorrow because Basma was going to be separated from her parents.... THE BEST PARENTS IN THE WORLD, she had always thought to herself.... Despite the fact that her parents were not rich, they had always supported her with their little resources to ensure she got the best education. She was grateful to Allah for giving her such amazing parents... Her Parents were not like Amina's parents.. she thought to herself.... Ah! poor Amina, her friend, they were like sisters with the same desire to go to school... to achieve great things in life, but Amina's parents were not as civilized as her parents... They forced their only daughter out of school, to them, female education was a waste of time and resources and instead of sending Amina to school, they sent her hawking on the street.... selling groundnuts.... And for what? to save money for her wedding. And so, one fateful day, while selling her groundnut, Amina was lured by some scumbags to an uncomplicated building where she was raped... the next day, Her dead body was found.

Basma sadiq almost cry at the thought of her friend.. it was a tragic ending for Amina.... she thought to herself....but then, she was already at the airport ....it was the time to say the final goodbye to her parents... She was leaving her city, her country to another city, another country.


welcome to Leicester, England.


To be continued.........

He read Medicine, I read Theatre arts, He sees Theatre as a place of surgical operation, I see it as a performing place. He read Law, I read Theatre arts, He sees his wig and gown as sacred, I see them as costume that helps in character interpretation. He read Building, I read Theatre arts, He build a house and I build a Set. He read Electrical engineering, I read Theatre arts, He brings and takes light from Nepa office, I design, operate, kill and flood the stage with light from the light booth.He read Mass Com. , I read Theatre arts, He informs vie TV/Radio, I educate and inform vie movies. He read psychology, I read Theatre arts, He inquires into the psychic of Man, I engage Man's emotion on stage. He read management, I read Theatre arts, He manages business, Well, Theatre itself is a big business ,so I manage box office in production season. He is a company director, I am a movie/theatre director and it goes on and on.....

One thing is outstanding..... I read all they read.

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"Mr. Manu, your wife gives birth to a bouncing baby boy "

Manu smiled broadly when the doctor delivered the good news. Yes! he was happy.... very happy. Finally, his wife has given birth .She had been childless for good five years and her finally given birth was something extraordinary.He could not hide his excitement.

"Doctor, what are saying? That I'm now a father? "
He asked, his face shining with excitement.

"Yes Mr. Manu.... as a matter fact, you can go in and see your son"

Manu rushed in but on seeing the little baby boy, Manu's happiness suddenly disappeared like a mirage. He looked at the baby, intently..... then, to his mother.... the differences was staggering..... something silly was running through his mind. Why was the little baby boy looking almost like an albino while his parents are as dark as charcoal? Is there any possibility of a child coming out so differently from his parents or could it be that his wife cheated on him and had a child with another Man? millions of questions crowded his mind. He looked at his wife again , feelings of betrayal and disappointment written all over his face.

He went back to the Doctor Who was by now in his office.

"Doctor, I've a problem.... "He said when doctor offered him a seat.

"What's the problem? " the doctor asked.

"That baby boy doesn't look like me or his mother "

the Doctor smiled.

"What are you thinking my friend?..... That your wife cheated on you? "

"Exactly doctor.... there's no way that little baby boy is mine..... there's no similarities between us"

"Ah! My friend don't condemn your wife yet......A situation like this maybe as a result of a recessive gene.... this is a gene that carries information in the DNA but hidden, ie not visible.... this is why siblings can look very different from one another and why a person maybe different from his parents "


Manu was not satisfy with the doctor explanation. He didn't give a damn with all their "Medical nonsense"....He can only judge what he saw... and what he saw there---in the hospital ward was not his son....His wife had cheated on him.He concluded...He even branded the doctor as an anti-christ...A true follower of Christ does not lie.....He or she does not cover truth with falsehood .....yes! the Doctor was covering for his wife. He thought to himself.... He looked at the Doctor menacingly, Then, he noticed something.... The baby's nose was slightly upward like that of the Doctor, damn it! maybe he was her lover, Ah! the thought of it oppressed Manu the more. He stood up and walked out without saying a word .


He visited his friend , Malige and explained what went on at the hospital.

"My wife cheated on me.... there's no way that little baby boy is mine "

"Oh my friend, you doctor told you that things could happen like that.... the baby maybe yours"

"No! I don't believe the doctor... I don't even trust him bcoz that baby resemble him"

Malige could not help but laughed out loud at his friend.

"Look Malige, this is not a laughing matter "

"OK.... forgive me but what are you planning to do? "

"I've a plan and I want you to help me execute it"

"What's the plan? "

"What to find out the biological father of that baby boy"

"How are you going to do that? "

"By dying "

"What? "

"I mean a fake death"

The plan was that manu was to fake his death, by so doing, his wife may run to her lover after the supposed funeral.As part of the plan, Malige was to take Manu's body to the Mortuary... The mortuary only two of them should know about and during this period, Malige was to spy on his wife.

The day Manu supposedly died, all his relatives and friends gathered in the compound and mourned his death. The supposed corpse of Manu was in his room and instead of Malige taking it to the mortuary as planned, Malige bought a Coffin that would be use to bury Manu. Manu offered the discussion and when on one was in the room, except his his friend, Malige, He "resurrected"

"What are you up to.... You are to take me to the mortuary and not to bury me"

"Calm down my friend.... no one is burying you.... I've to change plans... a more convincing plan, just trust me.... and listen, you must not talk or you spoil everything.... now go back to the world of the dead "

Manu nodded and did as he was commanded. But Wat surprised Manu was when he was taken into the coffin. What was malige up to? Was he planning to bury him alive? he wanted to talk but the thought of spoiling the whole plans discouraged him. He must wait to see what his friend was up to. he thought to himself.

The grave was ready and Manu's corpse was taken to the burial ground. The pastor prayed and a dirge was sang and the pastor said :

"Put the coffin inside the grave"

The coffin moved and a strange voice followed.

"No... No.. I'm not dead..... I'm still alive..... please take me out"

And for a second, the burial ground was empty....

To be continued....

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Jessica was in her sitting room watching a programme on the television, then she saw her door flung open... It was her mother-in-law together with a young lady holding a kind of bag Nigerians called GHANA MUST GO.She hold the bag so tightly as if her life depended on it.

"Mama, you're welcome "

Jessica said but her mother-in-law ignored her.

"welcome my daughter..... this is your new home " Her mother-in-law was talking to the lady the came together.

"Yes, this is your new home " she said again but this time she was staring at Jessica as if the message was for her.

"my daughter, bring your bag let me show you your room "

she said and took the lady to the bedroom. Jessica stood there speechless wondering what was going on. then a moment later, she returned and clear her throat to make a formal introduction.

"This is Amanda, my son's new wife... she came to give him what you failed to give him for the pass seven years".

Jessica was still speechless.... what was this woman up to to? she asked herself. A wife.....a second wife?.... she looked at her mother-in-law and then to lady and then thought to herself.

"No! I'm not going to say anything..... I'm not going to exchange with her... I'll wait for him... yes! wait for my husband to give me a better explanation.... If he's aware of this.... yes! I'll wait him".

With this thought, she went into her bedroom, took her purse and walked out.

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Jessica was driving around British American road... there was a heavy traffic... it took her almost twenty minutes to pass the traffic but as soon as she passed, her car developed a problem.... there was a strange sound coming from the engine. she managed to drove the car off the road to look for a mechanic and fortunately, she got one nearby. the mechanic started to work on the car and Jessica stood beside the road waiting.... then, an ash colour Camry car was passing and the driver catched the glimpse of Jessica through his mirror. he suddenly slammed his foot down the brake and the car screeched to a halt.

"Jessica? " he murmured to himself.

He moved out of the car and went to Jessica. Jessica opened her mouth in utter dismayed .In front of her was Cudjoe, Young, tall, handsome, well dressed and well ground man. she was speechless, she couldn't believe her eyes.

"Jessica "
Cudjoe broke the lingering silence. she smiled and he too smiled. they hug each other, then she lifted her eyes and they beamed into his:

"Cudjoe..... oh my Cudjoe.... you are still beautiful "

she said. But beautiful? of course, beautiful! it wasn't a slip of tongue.... beautiful was the right word not because cudjoe looked more of a woman but handsome would not give a better compliment. But was it truly a compliment? was the expression not of admiration than compliment? Oh no! she realized she was beginning to fall to this man once again after so many years after he left her..... beside, she was now a married woman... she must end this conversation now. she thought to herself. she looked around for an excuse and thank God the mechanic was coming toward them.

"Madam, I'm done.... the car is ready " The mechanic said.

"ok" she said and turned to Cudjoe.

" Cudjoe, I'm very sorry.., but I'm in a hurry now.... maybe next time " She said and made to go but cudjoe hold her back.

"I'm sorry Jessi.... I know you are angry with me for abandoning you but please give me chance to explain myself "

He said and looked around.

"well, I think this is not a conducive place to talk.... this is my card..... I work in Abuja but I come to Jos for a business trip.... I stays at crest hotel, rayfield.,. please come over there, let's talk..... please, room 24..."

In truth, she had loved this Man and maybe she is still in love with him but now she belonged to another man and honoring his invitation as a married woman and in an hotel for that matter is unthinkable, unacceptable. It's better to tell him now that she was not going to honor his invitation because she was a married woman but before she could say anything..... Cudjoe continued....

"Another reason for accepting this contract in JOS, despite other options somewhere is for you, to look for you and fulfill the promise and long made for you "

Her bright eyes glistened at him. the feelings was still there, there in her eyes. But was Thomas Hardy wrong when he says : "Past was past.... whatever it had been, it was no more, whatever it's consequences, time would close over them, they would all in a few years be as if they had never been.,..... " Ah! Hardy could be right but was wrong in Jessica's case. Hers was an undying feelings, time would not close over them not even now that the man was right there before her.

"Jessi, I'll be glad to see you again..... hope You'll honor my invitation? "
"OK.... it's OK " she said.

But it was a reluctant answer..... not that type from the heart but cudjoe was satisfied with that. He smiled, she too smiled but hers was a sort of a lying smile.


To be continued..........

The night was dark like the pit of hell. Jessica was on her bed twirling and winding like a fish wince from the pond, then, Suddenly, so suddenly she found herself in the hospital in front of a doctor.

"Madam, you're two weeks pregnant " The doctor announced.

"What? " She asked surprised.

This was indeed a shocking news... She never anticipated it.... But was the doctor teasing her? How could she be pregnant now? She thought to herself. Seven years.... good seven years of her marriage, no child, not even a sign of miscarriage.

"Pregnant? " she asked again to reassured herself.

"Yes madam " the doctor assured her.

This was an extraordinary news. She was obviously overjoyed.... in fact, her joy knew no bound....She was going to prove to her enemies especially her mother in-law ,that she was a "real woman". Yes! she would go out now and announce to all who care to listen that she was now a complete woman....that she was going to be a mother.

Now, she stood up without saying a word to the doctor, perhaps, the Joy of her pregnancy had overpowered her ability to talk.. She moved out of the Doctor's office and got into her Peugeot 407. On her way home, she almost collided with a truck on the highway. Her Jehovah really saved her... she would have made an unimaginable accident ,yet the good news of her pregnancy had beclouded her mind so much so that she never came to realization that she had narrowly escaped accident that would have claimed her life.

On reaching home, she saw her husband.... a short man with a pot belly, he was as black as charcoal.... now, she rushed to congratulate him for a job well done and as a potential father, to embrace him, leaping with happiness, shouting in near ecstasy.

"Darling, I'm pregnant " she said happily.

But her husband? not so with him, his face rather was set in a stony, expressionless mask as he turned away from his wife who was dashing to envelop him. She was shocked by his response. What was the matter with him? could she have offended him in anyway?

"Darling, I'm pregnant and this calls for celebration "

she said again trying to force him to smile but he didn't.... instead, he gave her a powerful slap which forced her into a wild shout that suddenly woke her up from sleep.

To be continued.......


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It was my first day at work. I went to my Boss's office to give him the document he demanded for. Unfortunately, he was not in the office. I kept the document on the table and as I was about moving out, his phone rang.... Ah! he had forgotten his phone on the table....but where was he? yes! his office wasn't lock, so obviously he could be within the company's premises. I tried so hard to ignore the ringing phone but then, I found myself turning back to pick the call.... I stretched out my hand but a part of me warned me to desist from answering calls that weren't meant for me.....my eyes were on the phone's screen.... Ten missed calls.... the caller must be desperate.... on the phone screen, MY WIFE is displayed.

Yes! it was my Boss's wife calling.... then, I decided to answer the call, at least, to tell her that her husband was not in the office and when he returns, I will inform him about her call... but before I could open my mouth, her broken voice came through the phone.

"Darling, please we want you back.... Your little princess and I want you back home.... please come back, she has been crying and asking of your whereabouts.... please, forgive us if we have wrong you ..but please come, even for her sake"

I was speechless. I was moved. her voice reminded me of my mother....How she cried everyday on account of her useless husband --my father.... He would left me and my mother for two weeks or so spending his fortune on prostitutes and when he returned, My mother would got the beating of her life for simply asking the question of

"Where have you been? "

I was only eight years old, I was unable to defend my mother but I came to hate men (including my father) who forces tears out of a woman's eye.... even a single drop. And my father's reckless life style caused the death of my father.... both died of HIV /AIDs.

"Hello.... Hello.... aren't you going to say anything? "

that was the voice of my Boss's wife on the phone.

"I... I... this..... but.... but madam, this.... not your husband " I stammered.
She abruptly ended the call. I kept the phone back on. the table and walked out of the office. Outside the office, someone told that my Boss was in the office of a young lady in charge of finance. I went to the office... honestly, I didn't know what came over me, perhaps, it was the thought of my Boss wife that clouded my mind because instead of knocking at the door, I abruptly threw the door opened and behold, My boss and the young lady were deeply kissing.... I was shocked, the young lady covered her face in shame and my boss was furious.

"What's the hell wrong with you... you don't know how to knock before coming in? " He snapped.

"I... I... I'm sorry sir.... "I managed to said.

"What do you want? " he asked

"I went to your office, you were not there and I was told you were here... I actually brought the documents your asked for "

"Alright.... Go back to my office and wait for me.... I'll be there in a jiffy.. and next time, knock the door before you come in"

"Yes sir" I said and left.

Now, I understood why my Boss abandoned his family and next day, I visited his wife after someone directed me to his house. I had told my Boss that my brother was severely sick and I was to take him to the hospital. That was a big lie because I had no brother at all. On visiting his wife and seeing her, I could not believe my eyes, damn it! she was a beautiful woman..! tall, fair in complexion, her pointed nose beautifully placed like an arrow in a bow, her eyes were like shining stars in the middle of the night... I simply could not figure out why my Boss would abandoned his beautiful wife and ran after an ugly LovePeddler like Cynthia.... what are men looking for? I wondered.

His wife was happy when I told her that I was her husband"s employee.... I also told that I was the one that received her call the other day and I promised to talk and convinced her husband to return back to them. She was very happy and thanked me for "Your wonderful gesture"

In the evening of the same day, I visited Cynthia and thank God, my Boss was not around.... I wasted no time to tell he my reason of coming to her house.

"Stay away from my Boss"

"And why is that " she asked

"Don't you know that my Boss is a married man?..... are you aware that my boss abandoned his wife and daughter because of you "

"wait young man, How is that my fault that her husband abandoned her and ran after me? "

"Yes, it's your fault.... because of all the young bachelors in this city, you find no one but a married old man to mess around with "

"Don't be ridiculous.... look, I think this conversation is over... leave my house... and let me advice you.... learn to mind your business or else you'll regret interfering in my private life "

"Oh no pretty one.... A pretty woman like you should not be angry... it makes her look ugly"

Saying this, I moved closer to her and hold her hands. she hold mine too, tightly. there was a connection, she stared at me with passion, it was as if she had been waiting for this moment.... then, like two lovely couple, our lips met, we kissed.... the kissed was so deep, then, I suddenly broke away from her.

"Ah! I can see from your eyes, you really enjoy this.... and believe me, you'll get more of this if you stay away from our Boss"

she was speechless like a woman conquered by passion.... indeed, she was conquered... I turned back to leave but she called me back

"Thomas.... Yes, I need you to be with me"

And she rushed to me, forced her lips into my mouth.... we kissed and dragged me into her bedroom where we had sex....

"Oh Thomas.... you are sweet.... strong and sweet.... You make me feel like a woman.... you're amazing on bed.... look, I agree to break wit your boss, just to be with you.... Ah! to be with you forever " She said.

I smiled.... I knew my magic had worked.