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COMPLIMENT OF THE SEASON TO YOU ALL
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COMPLIMENT OF THE SEASON TO YOU ALL |
Good gesture but there are many widows who need help. |
It is just like Nigeria. The few super rich don't care about the rest. |
Cool and beautiful. |
His case is a lesson for others to learn from. |
The slide to anarchy must be resisted by all well-meaning Nigerians. |
The world needs a country like USA to police its affairs. |
It is good that Nigeria is in the eye of the storm again. This will at least check the excesses of our leaders. |
This is a good one from the Sheikh. Restructuring is what Nigeria needs. |
Hosting sports tournament should not be our priority in the face of terrible economy. |
Those who travel to village are those who have villages to go to. |
There is nothing the good Lord cannot do. |
Now I knew that it belonged to Yetunde. “Yes, hope no problem.” “No. I' on my way there. Wait for me.” “Okay.” Now, what could Yetunde be up to? Why would she ask me to wait for her, and what could be so important? She must have been close by, for just about five minutes later, she entered my office. “Hello, Henry.” I grinned at her. “Hello, Yetunde. Hope there’s no problem.” She looked surprised to hear that. “That I came to see you?” “No; that you came at this hour.” She smiled. “I was on my way home and only waited because you said you were coming.” “Well, let’s go together.” again, I was surprised. What was she impugning? She smiled again. “Let’s just say I’ll like to know where you live.” I sighed. Well, if all she wanted was to know was where I lived, there was no harm in that, was there? “Okay, let’s go.” I took my bag and we left the office. We took the staircase to the ground floor. My Honda CRV was parked in the lot. We slid inside the car while I kicked the engine into life. “How are you finding your new job?” I asked. “I’m trying to get used to the place. Let’s just say I’m still learning the ropes.” I nodded. “At one time or the other, we all had to learn the rope.” “How are you finding working for my dad?” I grinned. “It’s been exciting. He is considerate and understanding.” Then I poked at her. “Why don’t you work for him? Why did you choose to work for a federal agency?” “Oh, come on. He is not going to be a senator forever, is he? He talked me into starting a career with the federal government and here I am.” She was right. What she just said was a reminder to me that I too would not work for the senator for too long. “I guess you’re right,” I said. We didn’t say much to each other again until we got to my apartment at Kubwa several minutes later. “Welcome to my humble abode,” I said. I remembered the first day I took her to my Lagos residence at Lawanson. Then, she had critically observed the rooms in the apartment. Now, she was doing almost the same. But wait a minute, there was a big difference now. She did not have her nose in the air this time around. Rather, she looked approvingly around. “This is a nice little place you’ve got for yourself, Henry.” I was happy to hear that. “Thanks.” Well, maybe it was because, unlike the other time, there was no imminent bound between us. She was purely a guest now and the authority she had the other time to inspect my rooms and kitchen was simply not there. She sat on one of the sofas. “So, you live here all alone?” “Yes, o. Wifey and child are in Lagos. So, man must live alone Monday to Friday.” “Why didn’t they join you here?” I shook my head. “As you said the other time, this is a political job which is terminal. It is better they remain in Lagos than to be here. I will be the one to fully join them sooner or later.” She nodded as if she totally agreed with what I had said. “So, what can I offer you? I have variety of drinks in the house.” “Give me anything that is non-alcoholic.” I nodded and went to the kitchen. Inside the deep freezer there were different carbonated and malt drinks. I remembered she had preference for malts. I took two cold bottles of malt, an opener and one glass cup. These I set on a try and returned to the sitting-room. You can download full story @ https://publish.okadabooks.com/book/about/heart_of_seduction/30375 |
Now I knew that it belonged to Yetunde. “Yes, hope no problem.” “No. I' on my way there. Wait for me.” “Okay.” Now, what could Yetunde be up to? Why would she ask me to wait for her, and what could be so important? She must have been close by, for just about five minutes later, she entered my office. “Hello, Henry.” I grinned at her. “Hello, Yetunde. Hope there’s no problem.” She looked surprised to hear that. “That I came to see you?” “No; that you came at this hour.” She smiled. “I was on my way home and only waited because you said you were coming.” “Well, let’s go together.” again, I was surprised. What was she impugning? She smiled again. “Let’s just say I’ll like to know where you live.” I sighed. Well, if all she wanted was to know was where I lived, there was no harm in that, was there? “Okay, let’s go.” I took my bag and we left the office. We took the staircase to the ground floor. My Honda CRV was parked in the lot. We slid inside the car while I kicked the engine into life. “How are you finding your new job?” I asked. “I’m trying to get used to the place. Let’s just say I’m still learning the ropes.” I nodded. “At one time or the other, we all had to learn the rope.” “How are you finding working for my dad?” I grinned. “It’s been exciting. He is considerate and understanding.” Then I poked at her. “Why don’t you work for him? Why did you choose to work for a federal agency?” “Oh, come on. He is not going to be a senator forever, is he? He talked me into starting a career with the federal government and here I am.” She was right. What she just said was a reminder to me that I too would not work for the senator for too long. “I guess you’re right,” I said. We didn’t say much to each other again until we got to my apartment at Kubwa several minutes later. “Welcome to my humble abode,” I said. I remembered the first day I took her to my Lagos residence at Lawanson. Then, she had critically observed the rooms in the apartment. Now, she was doing almost the same. But wait a minute, there was a big difference now. She did not have her nose in the air this time around. Rather, she looked approvingly around. “This is a nice little place you’ve got for yourself, Henry.” I was happy to hear that. “Thanks.” Well, maybe it was because, unlike the other time, there was no imminent bound between us. She was purely a guest now and the authority she had the other time to inspect my rooms and kitchen was simply not there. She sat on one of the sofas. “So, you live here all alone?” “Yes, o. Wifey and child are in Lagos. So, man must live alone Monday to Friday.” “Why didn’t they join you here?” I shook my head. “As you said the other time, this is a political job which is terminal. It is better they remain in Lagos than to be here. I will be the one to fully join them sooner or later.” She nodded as if she totally agreed with what I had said. “So, what can I offer you? I have variety of drinks in the house.” “Give me anything that is non-alcoholic.” I nodded and went to the kitchen. Inside the deep freezer there were different carbonated and malt drinks. I remembered she had preference for malts. I took two cold bottles of malt, an opener and one glass cup. These I set on a try and returned to the sitting-room. You can download full story @ https://publish.okadabooks.com/book/about/heart_of_seduction/30375 |
Illicit affairs will only bring about illicit outcomes |
Good gesture. Charity begins at home. |
Cooool |
Interesting story. |
Rest in peace. |
Lagos is indeed a pace setter. |
Impeached or not, power is transient. |
Boobs, boobs and boobs |
kweensheba: FairCritic:Thanks for your interest. |
Good to know. Even Americans put God first. |
Interesting. I have learnt some things. |
There is no problem with the current arrangement. The problem is with Nigerians. |
The development in South Korea is amazing. It would be difficult to believe that decades ago, Nigeria was on the same level with it. |
Good move. All looted items should be repatriated. |
Flaunting of opulent lifestyle is not evidence of licit wealth. |
It is unfortunate that bad pastors have given good ones bad image. How come a pastor is an investment manager? |
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