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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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It is significant that the public officer from the East of the Niger would write so glowingly about Abba Kyari.

There is no tribalism in protecting personal interest. Those at the top always know how to defend one another.

The masses are the ones disorganized.

That is the lesson.

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This is serious.

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‘Henry, you have a new task for you as from tomorrow.’

I sat upright. ‘A new task?’

‘Yes.’ He smiled in a way to douse my anxiety.

I tried to relax. ‘What’s the new task, dad?’

He smiled again and nodded. ‘As you know, my good friend, Senator Osho is seeking re-election into the senate of Federal Republic of Nigeria. He is representing Lagos State central senatorial district. I’ve discussed your issue with him. I want him to give you a political appointment in his new term, and he said the best way to go about it is for you to be part of the political train. He wants you to be introduced to politics at this budding age, just like his first son, Dapo.’

I was all ears. Politics? At my age? What the hell did I want to do with politics? I never fancied it, even at the campus level as an undergraduate.
Why would daddy want to introduce me to politics?

‘It will be good you start on time,’ he went on. ‘This is the introductory level. He may make you his personal assistant or adviser or something like
that. In that way, you’ll start learning the ropes. So, from tomorrow, you and I will go to his office. He is setting up a campaign team and you’ll
be part of it.’

I sighed. Just then, mum came to join us in the sitting-room. Dad must have told her about the plans, for she looked at me and smiled encouragingly.

‘Nigeria’s future is in the hands of youths like you,’ dad went on. ‘So, the earlier you’re propped up and groomed for that role, the better.’

Mum nodded. ‘Your dad is right, Henry,’ she put in.

‘Don’t worry or get scared about anything. Just let your mind be made up. You will learn and be fortified along the line.’

I nodded. I really didn’t have much choice, did I? ‘Okay, dad,’ I found myself saying.

‘That’s my boy,’ he said.

Later in my bedroom, I thought over the new task I had ahead of me. Well, as long as it would not prevent me from having my regular good
times, it would be okay. I woke up the following morning at my usual time and dressed up. By six-thirty, I was ready to resume my new duty. I went downstairs to the sitting-room to await dad.

‘Good morning,’ Kike came to greet me.

‘Good morning, Kike, how are you?’

‘Fine.’

Since nobody was around, I beckoned at her to move closer. Then, I playfully smacked her bum.

‘How was your night?’ I asked.

‘Fine.’

We could hear some footsteps coming from the staircase. She quickly moved away.

‘Will you like to have some tea or coffee?’ she asked.

‘Coffee, please.’

Dad came into the sitting-room. Kike and I greeted him.

‘Yeah, good morning.’ He looked at me. ‘I can see that you’re set, Henry. That’s very good of you.’

‘Thanks, dad.’

Kike brought a tray of coffee in a jug and a mug.

‘Get me a mug too,’ dad said.

We took the coffee briefly. I wouldn’t call that breakfast. There was no way I would regard taking only coffee as having breakfast.

We were soon on our way. We went in daddy’s Prado jeep. The driver, Mr. Jimmy, was in his crisp uniform as usual. He drove to join Maryland and
connected to Ikorodu Road.

‘Where are going to Senator Osho’s office,’ dad told him.

‘Yes, sir.’

The senator’s Lagos office was at Yaba. Dad and I had been there together in the past, but I never knew that one day, I would report for duty
there.

It was few minutes after eight when we got to the office. On the wall were his campaign posters and just after the gates were his giant bill
board and flying flags of the party.

The lady receptionist asked us to take a seat while she informed the senator of our presence. The receptionist hall left no one in doubt that everything about the place was political. From party flags to posters, party symbols and pictures of heavy political titans hung on the wall, you could feel the atmosphere in one breath.

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.

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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.


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That was a rare case. I tried to be gentle with her and she replicated the act by tightly holding me as if that would ensure maximum delight.

Several minutes later, we concluded our adventure. I could not really tell if I enjoyed it with her or not, but somehow, being the first time I would experience such, I felt Kike was unique among others.

She cleaned up.

‘You will need to buy some blood tonic to replace the blood you’ve lost,’ I said. ‘Let me give you money for the tonic.’

I knew she didn’t need any tonic, but I needed a reason to give her money.

I rolled some one thousand naira bills and gave them to her.

‘Thank you very much,’ she said.

‘It’s okay. Take care of yourself.’


I remained indoor for the remaining part of the day and could not go to the club as I had to give the impression that I wasn’t really feeling well since morning and had been forced to remain indoor. My mother was the first to come in about seven in the evening. She knocked at my door and came in.

‘How’re you, now?’ she asked, a little bit anxiously. She didn’t need to be. She had earlier called in the afternoon to know how I was and I had told her I was getting better.

‘So, how’re you now?’ she asked.

I grinned at her. ‘I’m okay now, mum.’

She sat on the sofa in the room beside me. I could understand why she loved to be caring, sometimes over caring. As the only child in the family,

I was always receiving such care.

‘How was business today?’ I asked her. She was a clothing merchant that had become successful in her own way.

‘Business is fine and we thank God,’ she replied.

She was with me for some minutes before she left. Dad didn’t come home until few minutes to nine in the evening. By then, I had had my dinner
and was watching movies. Kike came to tell me that he wanted to see me. I went to the large sitting-room downstairs to see him.

‘Welcome, dad,’ I greeted.

‘Henry, I was told you were not feeling fine and could not go to work. How’re you, now?’

I nodded. ‘I’m much better now.’

He too nodded. ‘Good to hear that, Henry.’

I sat down beside him and he allowed some moments of silence.

‘Henry, you have a new task for you as from tomorrow.’

I sat upright. ‘A new task?’

‘Yes.’ He smiled in a way to douse my anxiety.

I tried to relax. ‘What’s the new task, dad?’

He smiled again and nodded. ‘As you know, my good friend, Senator Osho is seeking re-election into the senate of Federal Republic of Nigeria. He
is representing Lagos State central senatorial district. I’ve discussed your issue with him. I want him to give you a political appointment in his
new term, and he said the best way to go about it is for you to be part of the political train. He wants you to be introduced to politics at this budding age, just like his first son, Dapo.’

I was all ears. Politics? At my age? What the hell did I want to do with politics? I never fancied it, even at the campus level as an undergraduate. Why would daddy want to introduce me to politics?

Have the two of you tried this before?

She resigned herself to sitting where I had placed her to sit. She took one of the toasted bread. I took one too with my right hand while my second hand wrapped her waist.

'I don't like the way you're treating me,' she while munching the food. I was surprised to hear that. 'How was I treating you?'

She paused as if considering how best to answer the question. I rubbed her waist.

'Come on, how am I treating you?'

'You're treating me like a baby.'

Kike was twenty. According to her, she had done her SSCE about three years ago and her reason for coming to do housemaid job was to work for
a year in order to raise some money. My mum had promised to be of assistance if she behaved well.

Now, sitting on my lap, I believed she had behaved well enough to get whatever help mum wanted to give her.

'How am I treating you like a child?' I asked.

She didn't say a thing for many seconds. 'Because you brought a lady to your room.'

Now, I understood. I chuckled.

'That is it,' Kike said. 'You treated her like a lady, but treat me like a girl.'


I sighed and took some tea, bidding my time before I replied her. I knew what she was driving at but pretended not to.

'You need to tell me exactly what you mean,' I said.

'As a man, you should know,' she said.

I chuckled again. 'Okay. Since you won't tell me, I'll try to know.'

We ate in silence thereafter. I had refrained from going beyond handling her breasts for reasons not very clear to me. Kike was not like an
average house maid/house girl. She was neat and presentable. Although she had a petite figure, she was busty. That was what attracted her to
me in the first place. I loved ladies that were well-endowed. Now, with her accusation, I had to take a step further in the relationship, but I must
be very careful. All the same, it appeared I was hesitant about taking a step further.

After the meal, she cleared the plates and took them to the kitchen downstairs. A couple of minutes later, she was back. I could see that she
had changed clothes. She was now braless and was clad in spaghetti top and mini skirt. That way, she looked very sexy.

She stood at the doorway. ‘Are you still going to treat me like a girl, or you are ready to treat me like a lady?’ she asked, smiling.

I smiled too. ‘Come on, henceforth, I’ll treat you like a lady.’

She continued her smile, but remained at the doorway.

‘Please, come in,’ I said. ‘You’re welcome.’

Her smile became expansive as she moved inside. I stood up to meet her mid-way.

‘You’re looking gorgeous,’ I said.

‘Thank you.’

‘Besides, the fact is you’re very pretty.’

‘Hmn, hmn.’

I held her by the waist. On an impulse, I kissed her fully on the waiting lips. My hands moved from her waist to the jaunty boobs. She responded
like somebody starving from that treatment. Surely, I had a handful of things to do.

After minutes of kissing and handling, I went a step further by moving my right hand to the mini skirt. I zipped it down and pulled it down. I wasn’t
surprised she was pantie-less, for that would have constituted an encumbrance in a situation like this. I removed my clothing too.

‘Wait,’ she said. ‘I’m a virgin.’

I was surprised. Was that really true or was she just laying claim to that? ‘Are you serious?’

She nodded. I didn’t believe her but I didn’t say anything further. I lay her on the bed, spread her legs and got down to the real coital act with
her. To my surprise, she was indeed a virgin. At twenty?

That was a rare case. I tried to be gentle with her and she replicated the act by tightly holding me as if that would ensure maximum delight. Several minutes later, we concluded our adventure. I could not really tell if I enjoyed it with her or not, but somehow, being the first time I would experience such, I felt Kike was unique among others.

She cleaned up.

‘You will need to buy some blood tonic to replace the blood you’ve lost,’ I said. ‘Let me give you money for the tonic.’

I knew she didn’t need any tonic, but I needed a reason to give her money.

I rolled some one thousand naira bills and gave them to her.

‘Thank you very much,’ she said.

‘It’s okay. Take care of yourself.’


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