The writer's analogy of MKO and Osinbajo is out of place. While the former broke barriers, the latter is a misguided opportunist.

Agitating for separatism should not mean wilfully disenfrachising (your own) people. There are better ways of agitations.

16 Muslims out of over 50 aides? Is that a pass mark? But then, the problem is beyond bigotry. If majority of Nigerians say they want Osinbajo, so be it, as long as the proces that produces him is free and fair.

Wike is quite right. Consesus is not a true test of democracy.

Write on.

The president has only about thirteen months to go. We can only hope security will be better after this regime.

If this is true, then it is a welcome affirmation. In real democracy an incumbent leader should not have an 'anointed' candidate.

Great2017:

You are not realistic but idealistic. Some factors may change before the primaries and Tinubu will just loose to him. Mind you, Tinubu only controls the delegates from Lagos and Osun. Anything can happen and the delegates from the other 34 states including FCT will queue behind Osinbajo

Your views are filled with presumptions.

If there is no imposition of 'consensus' candidate in APC primaries, Osinbajo cannot defeat Tinubu.

Best of luck to him.

History has a way of repeating itself. By contesting against his benefactor, Osinbajo is allowing himself to be misguided and used. This was the same thing that happened to Chief SLA Akintola against Awolowo in 1960s. Definately, it is another season of betrayal.

This is terrible. When will the spate of insecurity be curbed?

Brothel addiction is a terrible thing but say no to suicide.

Best of luck to everyone.

About one hour later, I was sitting comfortably in the office allotted to me. It was on the same floor with the Minister's office. I had submitted my c.v and photocopies of all my credentials to the Perm sec for documentation.

I had also received my letter of appointment. Now in my office, I perused the letter. All the terms of office were what I expected. My eyes went to the salaries and allowances.

I whistled softly to myself. The figures were more than I thought. No wonder some people were ready to involve in diabolical things for the sake of acquiring and retaining political power.

There were many perks too. I was entitled to an official car and a driver, a cook and a domestic servant. In the office, I would be entitled to employ a personal secretary and a personal assistant to aid me in the job. Of course, already, there was a secretary and an office assistant attached to my office from the Ministry. Wow! I whistled again.


***


My cell phone rang. Zaynab was the one on the line.

'Hello, darling.'

'Hi. I've been trying to get across to you for some time.' Her voice was faint across the line.

'It could be the network,’ I replied. ‘How're you?'

'Fine. Are we meeting at the hotel today?'

I smiled to myself. Sorry, baby, you were behind time. 'I've got great news for you, Zainab. Right now, I'm in Abuja. I've got a new job.'

'What?' The surprise was total from her voice. 'You don't mean it!'

'I do. I'm in Abuja, now. I've just started the job of special assistant to the Minister of Public Communications.'

'And you didn't tell me anything about it before now?'

'Yes, I want to make it a surprise. You remember that on Saturday, when we were together, my boss called me. He later discussed the job with me. I got it through him. He and the Minister were buddies.'

I was sure Zainab was still full of surprise. 'Amazing. Accept my congratulations,' she said.

'Thank you.'

'So, when do we see again?'

'I'll be coming to Lagos by weekend. I'll let you know my itinerary.'

We chatted a bit more. Zaynab said she was missing me already. I assured her it would not be long when we would be seeing again. After the exchange of some words of endearment, the line was disconnected.

I sat back on my seat and switched on the laptop. Then I connected the internet dongle and opened the web pages of national dailies to read the major news. I brought out my jotter and noted some political news and developments. My work had started in earnest.

Half an hour later, I was still taking down some notes when Ms. Sola Alexander called my line.

'Hello, Madam.'

'Hello.' Her voice seemed to be filled with excitement. 'I'm sending someone over to you. The name is Tosin. The person will assist you on sundry matters.'

My brows went up. 'Sundry matters?'

'Yes, it will be explained better when the person gets there.'

'Okay, madam. Thank you.'

I whistled to myself as soon as the line was disengaged. What would sundry matters be? I was still wondering when there was a soft knock on my door and the secretary stepped in.

'The perm. sec. sent someone to see you, sir.'

I was surprised the person had already come. Everything was so fast. 'Yes, let him come in right away.'

'It's a female, sir. I will tell her to come in right now.'

The secretary stepped out of the office. Almost immediately, a lady came in. She couldn't be more than twenty-seven. She was almost six feet tall and had a pretty face. Her hair was stylishly fixed.

She looked more like a fashion enthusiast than a government worker.


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Hmn... politicking is on the beat.

Brave man. He is lion-hearted.

Trust politicians at your own peril. This is the same man who, weeks ago, said he had no money to run for Presidency.

I glanced around the room. Favor commended me for mussing up the beds to make it look legitimate that we slept. I pushed the button for the drapes to close and spotted the tube of lube on the ground by the windows. I picked it up and stuffed it in my back pack.

Favor and I took the staircase back down to the lobby. I offered to return the key card to Rachael which Favor thought was a very good idea.

I went over to the counter. Chatted with Rachael for a minute or two. I got her ‘business card’ complete with her personal cell phone written on the back. I smiled at her knowing that there were customers waiting to check-in behind me. I blew her a kiss from across the counter and headed out to the customer care.

The escort was waiting at the front door. I saw Favor give Henry a light kiss and hand him some money. We both got in the escort, Favor put on the cell phone ear piece and checked in with the dispatcher.

“Oh, thank goodness you’re back. We’re in a bind. Mr. and Mrs. Udeze are landing in Ikeja in twenty minutes. Their usual agent, Uche had an accident tonight. Can you pick up the Udezes from the MM International Airport?” the dispatcher asked.

* * *

As Helen and I left the office hand in hand, I smiled. I knew that I was in a much stronger position by taking care of Mr. & Mrs. Balogun. They were wonderful people.

At this point, I was recapping, in my mind, what has happened to me since I joined the Niceties Escort Services Company:

One - I’ve had sex with Madam Faith-my boss, Helen-her assistant, Josephine-a colleague in the lobby, and Favor-the best agent in the company.

Two - I received a gorgeous tip from Mr. Balogun, just for doing what one is supposed to do to take care of a client.

Three - I’ve got a 100% pay increase due again to Mr. Balogun, on the night of my very first day. My salary was now guaranteed plus tips and bonuses.

Four - I had fallen for Helen.

Five - Madam Faith has used me for sex multiple times, at her discretion.

Six - Favor took me around to various top end Hotels/Resorts and introduced me to key women that I must keep in touch with to further my career.

Seven - I’m now the ‘talk’ of the office.

Eight - My antics have started a new club…. “The Fun Unlimited Club (FUC)”

Then, with a ‘ding’ the staircase opened to allow Helen and I to step on. We rode down in silence. My mind was way off in the distance. When the staircase doors opened, I was surprised that we arrived so quickly to our floor. We stepped off the staircase, Helen asked if I’m ok.

“Yes, actually I’m great! I have had an incredible two shifts working here.” I said, leaning in to kiss her.

“Wonderful, I want to hear it all,” Helen replied smiling the whole time.

We will, but not here. There are too many recordings and listening devices.

“How do you know that I’m not hiding a recording device?” Helen joked.

“Well, I guess I’ll just have to thoroughly search you.” I said smiling my cheesy smile.

“Mmm, that sounds delicious!” Helen replied.

“Are you hungry? I’m starving, haven’t eaten since my second shift started.” I said without thinking.

“So, you did Bleep Favor then,” Helen snapped back.

“Um, yes,” I said in an ‘I’m sorry’ tone.

The next few minutes, Helen railed on and on about how Favor gets all the sex she wants. Favor was such a slut. Favor was this and Favor was that…blah, blah, blah.

At some point, I just tuned her out. I wondered to myself, why is she so jealous about Favor? What the hell had Favor done to her?

“Are you even listening to me?” Helen barked at me.

“No, not really,” I said. That made her even more mad, if that was possible.

At the next intersection, I made a U-turn.

“What the hell are you doing?” She demanded





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It started with Chidinma. She was waiting for me and Christy at the parking lot and came over to us as soon as we stepped onto the curb. Literally, the first words out of her mouth were, “Is it true that you turned down Helen because you were saving yourself for the Pretty-Young-Things?”

I blinked twice andlooked around to make sure nobody else was nearby. Other people were walking in from the parking lot, so I quickly grabbed Chidinma by the elbow and pulled her toward a quiet corner where I could at least have my back to a wall and see if anyone was eavesdropping, and Christy followed. “Where the hell would you get that idea?” I hissed.

“Tonia told me,” Chidinma whispered, understanding the need for secrecy. “She got it from Anna, who got it from Uchechi, who talked to Helen like five minutes after she left your house.”

Christy stepped in closer. “that’s why you turned Helen down? You told her you were saving yourself for us?”

Christy read the stricken expression on my face and already knew the truth. Chidinma did, too. Pinching the bridge of my nose, I muttered, “I asked her to not tell anyone.”

“Wow,” Christy breathed. “Okay I guess that makes sense...”

“Wait, which of the girls are you saving yourself for?” Chidinma interjected, looking confused. “Which of the girls are you in love with? It’s not me, is it?”

Shelooked genuinely worried and I smirked at her. “Would it really be so bad if I was in love with you?”

“Yes!” she exclaimed a little too loudly and immediately caught herself. Taking a deep breath, she explained in a calmer voice, “It would ruin our friendship. I like messing with you and feel safe teasing you. I’m not an overtly physical ‘pay attention to me and make me feel beautiful’ girl like Uchechi, but it’s nice to know that even with all the hot girls around, I can still give you a boner.”

I thought to the last time Chidinma climbed into my lap wearing a bikini, rubbing her butt into my crotch and sticking her big boobs under my chin. “Yes, you certainly can.”

“See! that look in your eyes. It’s quite validating.”

I smiled and shrugged.

“It gives me a rush and I don’t have to worry about you grabbing my ass or taking things the wrong way. But yes, you being in love with me would ruin everything. You’ve been my friend since we were kids on the elementary soccer field. You’re the one guy that doesn’t treat me like a potential mate, and I cherish that sense of comfortability. I’ve tried to make friends with other guys, but there’s always the tension of whether or not they’ll ask me out, or if I’ll get interested enough to ask him out. It’s all too nerve wracking and I’d hate it if that kind of will-we-or-won’t-we-start-dating tension ever cropped up between us.”

Nodding, I replied, “I totally agree.”

“So you’re not in love with me,” Chidinma said, more statement of confirmation than a question.

I nodded.

Chidinma not-so-subtly flicked her eyes to Christy.

“I’m not in love with ANY of the Pretty-Young-Things,” I stated firmly.



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Nice move. Love conquers all, even when facing the barrage of fire.

There is a contradiction here. It is either you have a consesus candidate or you impose a canditate. Consesus means majority of the people agree on the particular candidate. In Nigeria, the problem is imposition of candidates.

What an interesting time. Is the man sane at all? No man on earth is worth taking your life.

Now. the Prof. is talking like a politician. If he had erred in what he said, why didn't he just admit it?