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Cool story.

Interesting piece.

Interesting episode.

Interesting one.

For several seconds, Kike glared more at me. “So, it’s true,” she finally said. “So, what Uncle Dapo said is true.”

I became instantly indignant, though it was misplaced. “What did Dapo say?”

She was silent for more seconds. “Some months ago he said you’ve started disturbing his sister for an affair. I didn’t believe him, though I was a bit apprehensive about ‘Abuja babes.’

"I didn’t believe him because I found it difficult to believe that you and Yetunde would become intimate again. Now, I know better.”

I was angry with Dapo. I was angry that he would go ahead and tell my wife such a damnable thing. But then, I must keep my cool. It was exigent that the real person that needed to be mollified right now was Kike, my wife.

“I’m so sorry,” I went on, still on my knees. “Please, have it in your heart to forgive me.”

There were more seconds of silence. “So, are you going to marry her now, or what?”

“What!” I was genuinely astounded. “How can you imagine that? There will be no such a thing.”
She sighed. I wondered if she was relieved to hear that. “And the baby? Is she keeping the baby?”

I nodded sadly. “I’m still trying to convince her to go for abortion, but so far, she remained adamant.”

She appeared to muse over this. “I will not go for abortion myself. I think it’s better you don’t commit murder by terminating the soul of that innocent baby.”

I nodded, not knowing what to say. Several seconds passed.

“You’ve betrayed my trust for you,” she said. “Why did you break your marital vow?”

I shook my head morosely. Indeed, I had broken the marital vow. That was why I just had to plead for her forgiveness and understanding.
I remained penitent.

After some minutes, Kike appeared to take things cool. Of course, no woman would be happy in a situation like this, but she seemed to take things with the kind of equanimity I did not expect. I had to vow never to abandon or forsake her. I could not tell if she really believed my words, but I felt it was good that I should say them.

On Saturday, I went on shopping and bought her more cloths and accessories. They were nice apparels, and they were costly too. It was alright by me to do it for her. On Monday, I returned to Abuja.

The flight was smooth. I took a cab straight to the office with my valise. I must begin the day’s work without any tardiness.

Few minutes to noon, I got a call from Linda.
“Edith will be arriving Abuja by two o’clock,” she said. “Tomorrow morning, she will resume lectures at the university.”

I had forgotten about her and the niece she said would be coming over to stay temporarily in my place. Now, I was being reminded.


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This is terrible. When will the police learn to stop using live bullets anyhow?

RIP to the dead.

After about ten minutes, three men emerged from the senator’s office. The intercom on the receptionist desk beeped and she spoke briefly into it. Then, she smiled at us. ‘The honorable senator is ready to meet with you, now,’ she said.

Dad and I stood up and went to the man’s office.

‘The honorable senator!’ dad hailed him as soon as we stepped inside the office.

‘Ah, the great architect himself,’ the man replied jovially. The two friends shook hands.

‘Good morning, sir,’ I greeted, giving a slight bow.

‘Hey, Henry, how do you do?’

He extended his hand to me for a handshake.

We took our seats.

‘I’m glad you and Henry are,’ Senator Osho went on. ‘I’m sure Henry has a lot to learn and a lot to do.’

‘I’m sure too,’ dad replied. ‘It’s more like he’s under tutelage for now.’

The other man nodded. He soon picked his phone.

‘Yeah, I want you in my office now,’ he spoke into the mouthpiece.

Few seconds later, a middle-aged woman came in.

‘Good morning, sirs,’ she greeted.

‘Good morning,’ dad and I replied.

‘Please, sit down, Ms. Davies,’ Senator Osho said.

Miss? I wondered. That woman would not be less than forty-five!

She nodded and took a seat.

‘Yes, here is Ms. Lola Davies, my Chief of Staff,’ the senator started. ‘She is the one that coordinates all my political affairs.’ He turns to me. ‘The young man is Henry Alashe.’ He faces Ms. Davies. ‘He will be coming in to join the campaign team, and will be working with us. You’re to assign
him accordingly. He’s young, but he has the intelligence and the energy.’

I grinned at his compliments. ‘Thank you, sir.’

The senator faced me again. ‘You will follow Ms. Davies. You’re to work directly under her and to do the tasks she asks you to do. Follow her
right away to start your work.’

I gave a bow. ‘Thank you, sir.’

Ms. Davies stood up and I did the same.

‘Be a good guy, Henry,’ dad said as he waved me off.

‘Yes, dad.’

The woman and I left the two men in the office. I followed Ms. Davies through a corridor to her own office.


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Sex is the sweetest intimacy in the world.

Sometimes, it is hard to say goodbye.

Nice one.

Interesting story.

Nice update.

How could the Governor ban journalists for life?

Does he think he will be Governor for ever?

If the journalists have grossly erred, he could report them to the Press council or take them to court.

He could also 'suspend' them from government house.

Banning them for life is like killing a fly with a sledgehammer.

I didn’t even hesitate before I gave my answer.

“But that will be no problem. Sure, she can come around.”

“Oh, thank you so much. I know I can always count on you. She’ll be coming to Abuja on Monday. I’ll text her number to you. I’ll also give her your number, if she needs to call you. Her name is Edith.”

“It’s alright, Linda. She’s welcome.”

“Thanks so much. Are you in Lagos already?”

“No. I’m just preparing to go.”

“My regards to your family. Bye for now.”

“Alright. Bye-bye.”

I finished with my packing and called a cab to take me to the airport. My biggest challenge was how to face my wife on the ugly issue at hand. I just had to brace myself for that ‘task.’

I was in Lagos by quarter to six in the evening. I met my wife and son in a happy spirit. I felt guilty that soon, I would have to dampen the spirit of my wife as I told her my misadventure.

It was after our dinner that I took the bull by the horn. Steve had slept off and this was the time to bell the cat.

“I’ve got something to tell you, my dear,” I started.
She looked at me curiously. “I’ve offended you and I just pray that you will find it in your heart to forgive me.”

I could see that the way her face looked, she knew the matter at hand must indeed be grievous.

“What is it, darling?” she asked.

I sighed. I decided that I would have to get straight to the fact to minimize my psychological distress.

“I’m sorry, but I’ve got a lady pregnant outside my matrimonial home.”

She glared at me for several seconds. “Is it Yetunde, your former fiancée?”

I was confounded. How could she have guessed so right? “Yes, she’s the one.”

I went down on my knees. “I’m so sorry, dear. She came to me on the guise that she needed accommodation.

I took her in without realizing her real intent. Now, she’s pregnant for me.”

For several seconds, Kike glared more at me. “So, it’s true,” she finally said. “So, what Uncle Dapo said is true.”

I became instantly indignant, though it was misplaced. “What did Dapo say?”

She was silent for more seconds. “Some months ago he said you’ve started disturbing his sister for an affair. I didn’t believe him, though I was a bit apprehensive about ‘Abuja babes.’

I didn’t believe him because I found it difficult to believe that you and Yetunde would become intimate again. Now, I know better.”

I was angry with Dapo. I was angry that he would go ahead and tell my wife such a damnable thing. But then, I must keep my cool.

It was exigent that the real person that needed to be mollified right now was Kike, my wife.

“I’m so sorry,” I went on, still on my knees.

“Please, have it in your heart to forgive me.”

There were more seconds of silence. “So, are you going to marry her now, or what?”

“What!” I was genuinely astounded. “How can you imagine that? There will be no such a thing.”

She sighed. I wondered if she was relieved to hear that. “And the baby? Is she keeping the baby?”

I nodded sadly. “I’m still trying to convince her to go for abortion, but so far, she remained adamant.”

She appeared to muse over this. “I will not go for abortion myself. I think it’s better you don’t commit murder by terminating the soul of that innocent baby.”

I nodded, not knowing what to say. Several seconds passed.

“You’ve betrayed my trust for you,” she said. “Why did you break your marital vow?”

I shook my head morosely. Indeed, I had broken the marital vow. That was why I just had to plead for her forgiveness and understanding.

I remained penitent. After some minutes, Kike appeared to take things cool. Of course, no woman would be happy in a situation like this, but she seemed to take things with the kind of equanimity I did not expect.

I had to vow never to abandon or forsake her. I could not tell if she really believed my words, but I felt it was good that I should say them.

On Saturday, I went on shopping and bought her more cloths and accessories. They were nice apparels, and they were costly too. It was alright by me to do it for her. On Monday, I returned to Abuja.

The flight was smooth. I took a cab straight to the office with my valise. I must begin the day’s work without any tardiness.

Few minutes to noon, I got a call from Linda.

“Edith will be arriving Abuja by two o’clock,” she said. “Tomorrow morning, she will resume
lectures at the university.”


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Nice update.

How possible is this?

Thirty women?

Is the guy crazy?