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The Al majiri system is obsolete and dehumanizing.

It should never be practised again.

I laughed shortly. ‘Yes, he works in Abuja, but his constituency is here in Lagos State. He is daddy’s friend. Right now, he is in Lagos, preparing for his re-election.’

I moved inside the house and climbed the stair case to my room. Kike was on my heels.

‘So, what will you be doing for him? Are you the one to campaign for him?’ she asked further.

I unlocked the door to my room and entered. She entered with me.

‘Well, I suppose I’ll be part of his campaign team.’

‘You’re now a politician?’

I grinned again. Normally, I would have got irritated by her seemingly endless questions, but somehow, I was beginning to have a soft spot for her.

‘No, I’m not a politician, my dear Kike.’

I sat on the bed. She quickly came to my side to help in removing my shoes and socks. She never did that before, so I was quite surprised.

‘Thanks,’ I told her.

‘You’re welcome,’ she replied, smiling. I pulled her to me and kissed her deep, long and hard.

She was breathless by the time it was over. My hands went to her boobs and fondled them. I would have gone further than that, but a car drove
inside the compound.

She pulled herself away from me.

‘That must be mummy,’ she said and hurried out of my room.

I grinned as I saw her hurry away. Oh, what a loveable character Kike was turning out to be. I sighed and changed into t-shirt and boxer.

By the time I got downstairs, Kike told me that mum had gone to her room. I sat in the sitting-room to await her coming, but I didn’t wait for
long. Kike was back.

‘Mummy said you should see her in her room,’ she informed me.

I grinned at her and nodded. Then I stood up to go back upstairs while Kike returned to the kitchen. I knocked once and opened the door.

‘Evening, mum,’ I greeted.

‘Henry, how’re you?’

‘Fine. How was business?’ That had become my standard way of greeting.

‘Fine, we thank God. How’s your new place of work?’

‘Well, it’s not bad, but I’m learning new things.’

She nodded. ‘I know you’ll do well. I know you’ll adjust and do well.’

I nodded too. ‘I’ll try my best.’

I sat on her bed.

‘Have you eaten?’

I shook my head. ‘Kike is still cooking.’

‘I’ve told her to always start cooking evening meal on time. By seven p.m., the food should be ready.’

I didn’t say anything.

‘Let’s go downstairs and see how far she’s gone,’ she said further. I followed her out of her bedroom to the kitchen. Kike was in there, turning the
wheat meal she was making on the fire.

‘I thought by now the food will be ready,’ mum said. ‘You should always start preparing evening meal on time.’

‘Yes, ma,’ was all Kike said.

I lingered a bit in the kitchen until the food was done and mum dished it in plates. I went to the dining table while Kike brought my food. As usual,
the meal was more than what I could finish. Mum was always generous with dishing sumptuous meal for me. She too was at the table and while
we ate, Kike waited on us.

I chatted with mum in the sitting-room after the meal until dad came. He too asked how the job went and I told him it was well. After staying in
the sitting-room for several other minutes, I excused myself and went to my room. I switched on the television and watched the news absent-
mindedly. By nine o’clock, I had slept off with the t.v still on.

A couple of hours later, a hand tapped me gently and roused me from sleep. I opened my eyes to see Kike staring at me.

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Good gesture.

Good.
In life there is time for everything
There is time to step up and time to step down.

The good Lord will restore his health and others inflicted in Jesus name

The good Lord will restore his health and others inflicted in Jesus name

Fascinating one

Wishing him and others recovery.

‘Bisola is twenty and studying biochemistry at University of Lagos, Unilag. She wanted to study medicine but had to settle for biochemistry.’

I nodded. It was not unusual to hear that.

‘I stayed at the G.R.A too,’ she went on.

Again, I was surprised. ‘Really?’

‘Yes. Senator Osho gave me the two-bedroom flat to stay. It’s one of the benefits of working for the senator.’

I nodded. I could see that indeed, the senator was generous to her.

The jeep drifted with the traffic along Ikorodu Road until it got to Maryland and turned left.

Several minutes later, we got to Ikeja G.R.A.

‘What’s the name of your street again?’ she asked.

‘Egunjobi Street.’

‘That’s not far from my place. I live at Akinbiyi Crescent.’

I knew the place as I had been there many times before. When we got to the junction that led to my street, I thanked her for the ride.

‘I’ll like to get down now, madam. Thank you very much for the ride and everything.’

She pulled the car to a halt. ‘You’re welcome.’

I got down from the car, waved at her and moved on. The junction to my house was less than four hundred meters, so I could easily walk it. It was few minutes to seven when I entered our residence. Kike came to welcome me and to hug me as if we had not seen for a long time.

‘How was work?’ she asked.

‘Fine.’ I grinned at her. ‘How was home?’

‘Fine too. I understand you’re not working for daddy again.’

‘Yes. I now work for a senator.’

‘A senator in Abuja?’

I laughed shortly. ‘Yes, he works in Abuja, but his constituency is here in Lagos State. He is daddy’s friend. Right now, he is in Lagos, preparing
for his re-election.’

I moved inside the house and climbed the stair case to my room. Kike was on my heels.

‘So, what will you be doing for him? Are you the one to campaign for him?’ she asked further.

I unlocked the door to my room and entered. She entered with me.

‘Well, I suppose I’ll be part of his campaign team.’

‘You’re now a politician?’

I grinned again. Normally, I would have got irritated by her seemingly endless questions, but somehow, I was beginning to have a soft spot for her.

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I can understand.

It is not easy.

Nice episode.

It is well.

Whitney Houston

With such people, Nigeria will have many athletes to represent us in hurdles and high jump events.

Interesting story.

Interesting story.

A picturesque scenario.

RIP to the dead.