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Funmi was surprised. 'Really? I thought you're married.'

'No, ma'am. I lived with a man, but were never married.' She smiled, but it was obvious it was an unhappy one.

Again Funmi was surprised. 'And when are you planning to get married?'

Nana shook her head sadly. 'He and I are never going to be married. He has sent me out of his house.'

Funmi was astounded. 'What! For what? Why did he send you out?"

Nana smiled sadly again. It was always a sad episode anytime she had to narrate her experience. 'I guess we were not made for each other.
Well, it is well. I've decided to move on the to start afresh.'

Funmi sighed. Her expression conveyed sympathy. 'So, he just sent you packing like that? I'm sorry to hear this. Don't worry. Be strong. I'm
sure God has a greater plan for you.'

It was Nana's turn to be surprised. So, madam Funmi could talk like this; like a prophetess!

She thanked the madam for her concern and words of encouragement.

The afternoon of the following day which was a Friday, she chartered a cab that would convey her loads. She had already packed her clothes
in a big, black, leather box and two Ghana-must-go bags.

She also packed her plates, cutlery, pots and other utensils. There was still some soup in a pot. Nana decided to forgo that one. The gas
cooker belonged to him. She took only things that were hers.

She also decided to leave a note. In it, she thanked Ade for harbouring her for the past three years. She would start her life afresh, she
stated. She believed with the power of Christ, all would be well. She urged him too to sincerely embrace Christ.

Just before she left, the keys to his apartment were dropped with Iya Beji, the woman that sold soft drinks in one of the shops in the front part of the building.

After she had offloaded in her new abode, she went on her knees to pray to God. She once asked God to direct her steps. She had no doubt
that all would be well with her.






Funmi was watching the television with the children in the sitting-room when Biyi came in. Leke handed the briefcase to Sadiya to take to the
master's bedroom upstairs.

'Welcome, my dear.' Funmi as usual stood up to give him the customary peck.

He hugged her too. The children also held him briefly as they were delighted to see him.

He was only downstairs briefly as he soon left them to go and change upstairs. While he went up, Leke came to whisper some information to
her, but she stopped him.

'There will be no need for that again.' There was no acrimony in her action, and what she did was to his surprise. 'Let's leave all matters in the
hands of God.'

That was the last time Leke would make attempt to report Nancy or any lady to her.

Funmi soon went to the kitchen. 'Ask daddy what he would like to eat,' she instructed Sadiya.

The maid went up and soon returned.

'Daddy said he would like to take amala.' Sadiya went to bring out the pot that would be used for that.

With Funmi's close supervision, Sadiya prepared the food. Since that was what the head of the house wanted, every body would take the
meal.

They all ate together. The children did not mind the local delicacy. As a matter of fact, they liked it. After the dinner, Funmi was with the
children for some time before she decided to go to her husband's room. She met him watching the flat screen in his room.

'My darling husband.' There was a big smile on her face. She looked excited.

He smiled and turned to her. His mind raced. She had used the tactics before - anytime she needed something big from him.

'How're you, Funmi darling?'

'I'm fine.' She sat happily by his side. She didn't stop there. She soon had her hands round him in a warm embrace

What was on his mind was that the amount she needed must be on the very high side.

When she stopped the embrace, he stared into her eyes. 'How much do you need? I can see that this your show of love is not for nothing.'


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Irene went to the kitchen and scooped the remaining sausage in a plate. She rejoined her friend in the sitting-room.

'So, how was your Ibadan trip?'

Nancy smiled. 'It was exciting. Very exciting.'

'You can say that again.' Irene smiled at her. 'Even before you answered, I could read the answer all over your face.'

Nancy switched on the t.v. 'How's Philip?'

Philip was Irene's fiance. He too had travelled to Port Harcourt some days ago for a work the company that employed him sent him to do. He
was a civil engineer.

'He's fine but hasn't come back from his trip.'

'You must be missing him terribly.' Nancy sipped some juice.

They took their meal and their juice with relish as they conversed.

'Kind of.' Irene changed the topic. She didn't really feel like discussing Philip. 'Ehn, this your man, what are his plans for you?'

Nancy looked at her friend in confusion. 'What d'you mean, plans?'

'Does he have any marriage plans for you? Has he proposed?'

Nancy burst out laughing. 'Hey, you're forgetting something. You're forgetting that the man is married.'

Irene smiled and shook her head. 'No, I didn't forget anything. I didn't forget that he is married.'

Nancy stopped her laugh and stared at her friend. 'So, what are you talking about?'

Irene looked as serious as she could be. 'Being married does not mean he can't propose to you.'

'Seriously?' Nancy chuckled. 'And who wants to be a second wife?'

'Is being a second wife to such a man not better than being saddled with a young but unreliable and unsecured man?'

Nancy continued to stare at her friend. 'You don't mean all that you're saying, do you?'

'Of course, I mean it.' Irene was all-serious. 'Listen, if I were in your shoes, I will not let this opportunity to slip off. A man like Biyi provides
more security than all these whimsical, young men. I prefer one Biyi to ten Philips.'

Nancy clouded her face in concentration. Could Irene be making any sense? But ...

Nancy shook her head. 'Have you forgotten I told you about his wife? Have you forgotten I told you about how that woman accosted me at
the shopping mall and tore my clothes to pieces? Oh, come on, Irene.'

Irene was undeterred. 'That her angle can be settled. The important thing is if you can make the man to propose and take you to the altar.
The moment he's ready to do that, her aspect becomes immaterial. The moment she realizes that you're his wife, she will have no option than to
accept you.'

Nancy appeared to think over her friend's suggestion. There was silence for some seconds.

Irene went on: 'See what the man has offered you within a few months of the relationship. Those things are what some men could not offer
their women even in a life time. Imagine what will be in for you if you should become his wife.'

Nancy was thoughtful. Biyi had indeed been a source of indulgence for her. Even the last outing with the man had made the amount of money
in her bank account to swell up.

'If he doesn't want a second wife, the least you can do is to get pregnant for him.' Irene was wistful. She smiled.

'Just like that?'

Irene nodded conspiratorially. 'Just like that.'





The mini flat that the agent showed her was alright by her standard. Nana had decided to relocate far from Ade. She was however mindful that she must not live far away from where she worked. She had therefore decided to get a flat in the vicinity of Ogba, not far from Ikeja.

The agent told her the total costs of the rent, the agreement fee and the agency fee. In addition, she was also to pay for damages. The
agent said this was refundable, upon the fact that she did not damage any of the property in her care during tenancy.

Nana wanted to pay into the agency's account, but the man said he preferred cash.

'No problem. I will go and make withdrawal in the bank.' She reassured the man and left. Since the amount was a bit on the high side, the ATM
would not suffice and she would have to make the withdrawal in the banking hall. The agent said he would be expecting her.

Two hours later, Nana was back in the agent's office. She made the payments, collected the receipts and keys, and was ready to move in.
The interior of the flat needed repainting while the net door needed to be replaced.

She decided that whatever renovation she would make would wait until she had packed in. Latest by the following day, she wanted to pack
her things from Ade's house and move to her new place.

Not long after she got back to BestItems stores, her boss and employee, madam Funmi came around.

'Good afternoon, ma'am.' Nana stood up to greet.

'Good afternoon, my dear. How's everything today?'

Nana smiled. 'Everything is fine, ma'am.'

Funmi was all smiles. She appeared to be in a very good mood today. After Nana had given accounts of all transactions, she informed her boss
that she was about to relocate from Ketu to Ogba.

'You and your husband prefer Ogba?' Funmi asked.

'I'm not married, ma'am.' Nana would have blushed if she had white skin.

Funmi was surprised. 'Really? I thought you're married.'

'No, ma'am. I lived with a man, but were never married.' She smiled, but it was obvious it was an unhappy one.


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Money is good, no doubt. It answers many questions. It opens many doors, but it also digs many pits. Funmi could see clearly now how and where she had missed the point. Wealth without the fear of God is like a horse without bridle.

She must retrace her steps. Thank God it was not late. She would have to bring the old Funmi back - number necessarily the slim, beautiful Funmi, but the faithful, devoted soul. Oh God, please help me, she prayed. Not long after her resolutions, she fell into a deep, blissful sleep.

When she woke up in the morning, she felt very refreshed. It was a long time ago that she felt this refreshed. She remembered what she had decided during the night. There was no going back. It was already quarter after six in the morning. The maid must have woken the children up and be getting them ready for school.

Something struck her mind. She had virtually left the care of her children to the maid. Sometimes, she would not even see the children as they went off to school. After their bathing and dressing up, their breakfast would be ready. As soon as the meal was over, the driver would be ready to take them to school.

Her first daughter, Desire, always had the pocket money for herself and her sisters for the week with her. Funmi had felt there was no need to always see them before they left for school. Right now, she felt that was not good enough.

The children were surprised to see her in their bedroom.

'Good morning, children. Her greeting was warm and patronizing.

They chorused their answers.

Funmi decided to mention them one after another. 'Desire, Deola, Derin, how're you all?'

'Fine, mummy.' Each took turn to smile and answer. They were already wearing their crisp uniforms.

She assisted the youngest - nine-year old Derin - in tying the lace of her shoes. She then went downstairs with them to the dining table where their breakfast was already set.




Instead of spending two days in Ibadan as he had told her, they ended up spending four days in the city. Nancy was compensated generously. She felt she had not missed anything by being with him.

That Thursday evening, she alighted from his car in front of her residence.

'Wow.' Her face brightened with excitement. 'It was such an interesting trip.'

'Yeah, we really had a good time.' He smiled in agreement.

She picked her valise, kissed him good bye, got out of the car and moved towards the gate. Biyi waved to her as the car drove off.

She whistled to herself as she moved to her apartment on the first floor of the one-storey building. Hardly had she entered her flat when her
mobile phone rang.

It was Irene, her good friend that was on line.

'Hello, Irene. I just arrived home now.'

'Oh good,' Irene said. 'See, I'm in your neighbourhood. I'll soon come around to see you.'

'That will be nice. Let's meet and have the latest gists.' Nancy giggled.

'Okay, see you.'

The time was few minutes to seven in the evening. Nancy asked herself what she would have for dinner.

She went to the kitchen and opened the fridge. She decided to boil some beef sausages. She would take them with some juices. Bearing in
mind that her friend would soon be around, she made the meal for two people. She dished some for herself and was about to eat when Irene
came.

'Good to see you, Nancy.' Irene hugged her. 'Gosh, you're looking so fresh. See your skin. It looks so radiant.'

'Thanks. I'll take that as a compliment. How're you, Irene?'

'We dey as you left us. Do you have more of those sausages?'

'Sure. Go to the kitchen and help yourself.'

Irene went to the kitchen and scooped the remaining sausage in a plate. She rejoined her friend in the sitting-room.

'So, how was your Ibadan trip?'

Nancy smiled. 'It was exciting. Very exciting.'

'You can say that again.' Irene smiled at her. 'Even before you answered, I could read the answer all over your face.'


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She finished cooking the jollof rice and dished a generous portion for herself. She took a chicken lap and beef. No one and nothing would stop her joy henceforth.


Funmi woke in the middle of the night. She went to the attached toilet to her bedroom to ease herself. She returned to the bed to continue her sleep, but sleep seemed to have deserted her. Several minutes later, she was unable to sleep again. Maybe she should put on the television and watch the late night movies.

She was about to switch the gadget on when her mind went to what her brother had told. Give your life entirely to God, he had said. She held the remote control of the teevee, but something stopped her from putting it on. She dropped the remote control and sat on the bed.

His words came to her again, vividly as if he was there, saying them. Have absolute faith in God, he had said. Could that really be the solution
to her marriage challenge? Would putting trust in God and serving him faithfully bring an end to the heart aches she had been having? Above all, would faith in God stop her husband's philandering?

She lay on the bed again and closed her eyes. Her mind went down the memory lane. Years back, she used to be a devoted Christian. As a matter of fact, during her undergraduate years, she was very fervent in serving God. She seriously believed in prayers then, and things seemed to be working out well.

Even up to the time she had met Biyi, she trusted God for directions. In those early years of marriage, he was still working for a firm, and had not made the kind of money he was still making now.

But it was a paradox that they were much happier then. There was harmony and great understanding the. He was very committed to her and would not do anything to hurt her feelings. Even when the children started coming, Biyi was a model family man.

Now, things had changed completely. Why had things become topsy-turvy as they seemed to be? Were they not supposed that be happier now? What had gone wrong?

Funmi was sober. Had she not backslidden? Had she not missed the way? When the wealth came, her perspectives too changed. With his gaining prominence and wealth, every thing changed. He became conceited while she became snobbish and impetuous. That was the beginning of the problem.

Money is good, no doubt. It answers many questions. It opens many doors, but it also digs many pits. Funmi could see clearly now how and where she had missed the point. Wealth without the fear of God is like a horse without bridle.

She must retrace her steps. Thank God it was not late. She would have to bring the old Funmi back - number necessarily the slim, beautiful Funmi, but the faithful, devoted soul. Oh God, please help me, she prayed. Not long after her resolutions, she fell into a deep, blissful sleep.

When she woke up in the morning, she felt very refreshed. It was a long time ago that she felt this refreshed. She remembered what she had decided during the night. There was no going back. It was already quarter after six in the morning. The maid must have woken the children up and be getting them ready for school.

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Just then, her phone rang. Leke was on the line.

'Hello.' She was quick to pick the call. She glued the phone to her right ear and listened for some seconds.

'So, that bitch is still following him around, ehn?' She frowned deeply. 'Despite my warnings, that slut will not relent, abi?' Her words were full of scorn, acrimony and hate.

She listened for some moments again. 'Alright, thank you, Leke. Thank you for the information.'

She disconnected the line, looking seriously agitated.

'Sister, I hope there's no problem. You sounded very indignant.' Sam had been staring at his sister. Her choice of words could be saucy, and he always found such revulsive.

'Don't mind Biyi. I don't know what he sees in them. There's this lady he's presently having an affair with. I've confronted the lady and I've warned her to stay off, but obviously they are still seeing each other.'

He nodded to show understanding and empathy. 'Sister, I think you should calm down. I think you should take things easy.'

'How could I? My marriage is under a big threat and you're asking me to calm down?' She moved her hands restlessly. Her agitated state was unmistakable.

'I understand. I ...'

'No, you don't. You're not the one whose marriage is threatened.'

'You're quite right. All the same, sister, I think you should take things easy.'

She shook her head. That could mean she dissented or she was still seriously agitated.

'Let me say this,' he pressed on. 'I see you and your husband becoming the best of couple. I see the two of you having a joyous life.'

Funmi laughed in derision. 'Joyous life with all these flirting he's indulging in?' She scoffed. 'With all these rubbish he's doing up and down?'

He patiently held on to his optimism. 'You'll be the best of couple, no doubt. I can tell you that the revelation I had about your union is that of
a wonderful, loving and undying one.'

'So, why are things upside down the way they are?'

'It's just for a short while, my sister. It's just for a little while more.' He smiled warmly at her.

Then, he looked at her intently. 'But there's something you have to do on your part. Move close to God. Have absolute faith in Him and let
him take charge of everything.'

He was solemn and serious. 'Confronting the lady and making threats will not solve anything. Rather, that will only aggravate the matter. You
need to trust God on this and leave things to him.'

She sighed. 'So, I should just leave him and let him continue all his unfaithfulness? That's what you want me to do? You want me to leave
him so that those ashewo can completely take him away from me?'

Sam smiled and shook his head. 'Leave him to God. It's not your battle. It's the Lord's battle. Have unshaken faith and let God fight on your behalf. Leave everything to Him and you'll be amazed by what will happen thereafter.'

'So, I should leave him alone?'

'You should leave him to God. You'll be amazed by what God will do.'




The night after Ade told Nana she would not be needed in his life again, Nana got back home, feeling less worried. She had thought of many things, and had come to the conclusion that God himself wanted the relationship to end.

However, she felt she had committed a lot of transgressions and she needed forgiveness. But first and foremost, she felt she would have to forgive herself. Yes, she needed to forgive her for being a fool in love.

How could she have acted the way she did? How could she have allowed herself to be used the way he had used her? Why did she allow
wisdom to take a back seat, while folly took over the the steering wheel?

Then, she must ask God for forgiveness. What the pastor of her church said was very true, she realized. When she had gone to tell the man
about the challenges she had in her relationship, he had told her that she and the man ought not to be living together in the first place, since
there was no marriage or any formalization of the union.

Nana realized all these were true. That meant she had been living in sin. Yes, the two of them had been committing the sin of fornication all
these while. Oh God, please forgive me, she prayed.

She had decided to move closer to God. Yes, she must become devoted to serving God henceforth, not just playing lip service to doing so.

She would not even rush things as far as starting a new relationship was concerned. She had decided that rather than leaning on her own understanding, she would allow God to lead her and direct her steps.

When she got home, she went to the bedroom, stripped naked and went on her knees. Her prayers were deep and very emotional. She wept
in-between as she confessed her sins and asked God for forgiveness. She prayed that the Holy Spirit should completely take over her life and
direct every step she made, henceforth.

After the prayers, she wore her night dress and went to the kitchen to prepare dinner. She decided she would still be cooking for him, but she
would not need to wait for him before taking her meal again.

She also decided that she would see an estate agent the following day to get her own place. There was no need lingering in his apartment any
more. Meanwhile, she would not sleep on his bed again. For the remaining few days she would be spending in that house, she would be sleeping
in the sitting-room.

She suddenly felt completely free of all worries and troubles. Her mind was at rest and she believed that things would start becoming better
from that moment on. Thank you, Lord, she muttered under her breath.

She finished cooking the jollof rice and dished a generous portion for herself. She took a chicken lap and beef. No one and nothing would
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She chucked. ‘I want to ask you something.’

He smiled. ‘Go ahead and ask anything, Funk darling?’

‘Can I trust you?’

He nodded. ‘Sure, you can. Do you have any reason to have doubts about me?’

She looked at him undecidedly.

‘Alright,’ he said. ‘If you want me to swear to another oath, I’m ready to do that, just for you.’

‘There will be no need for that,’ she put in quickly.

‘Okay. So, I’m all ears.’

She still hesitated.

Ayo moved over to kiss her briefly. ‘It’s okay if you are not ready to say it.’

‘No, I’ll say it.’

He looked at her intently. ‘There are two property I want to buy.’

He grinned. ‘That’s good. Go ahead and buy them.’

‘I want to use you as the proxy.’

He clouded his eyes, but only briefly. ‘Is that all?’

‘No. The properties are in Dubai. You’ll have to go there, negotiate the place and buy them on my behalf. They will bear your name, of course,
but you must know that whatever is the case, I’m the true owner.’

He smiled. ‘Does the previous oath still subsist, or do I have to swear to another one?’

‘The other one still subsist, but can I really trust you?’

‘Oh, come on Funky. Did I betray your trust on the last deal we had? Why having doubts now?’

He tickled her waist and she giggled. ‘You can count on me, baby.’



By noon, Juliet was really miffed. That woman was still holed in his room. What were they doing since morning? How could they remain holed up in that room for hours? What were they discussing? Why did they not come to the sitting-room? Oh Lord. Juliet felt like barging inside that bed-room and ordering the woman to get out. But it was a mere wishful thinking.

They had even taken their meal in the bedroom. This was terrible. Uncle Ayo had no shame at all. How could he bring a woman to his matrimonial bedroom, and they were there for several hours?

Then, she had an idea. She brought her phone and called her sister.

‘Good after, sis,’ she greeted.

‘Hello, Juliet. How’re you?’

‘Fine. See, sister, that woman I told you Uncle Ayo is keeping as a lover is around in his room, right now. They’ve been there for hours.’

‘Is that so?’

‘Yes, sister.’

‘Alright. Thank you, Juliet.’

‘Yes, sister. The least you can do is to call him and challenge him,’ Juliet added.

‘Thank you, Juliet.’

The line was disconnected. Yes, that would serve him right, Juliet told herself. Shameless man that was going with useless woman!



They were still entangled on the bed when his phone rang. He picked it up and sat upright on the bed when he saw that his wife was on the line.

‘It’s Mandy, my wife,’ he told Funky.

‘Oh,’ she said.

He answered the call. ‘Hello, Mandy darling.’

‘Hello, dear.’ Mandy was cool in the way she decided to handle the matter.

‘How’s the weekend and how are the children?’

‘We’re all fine. How’re you over there?’

‘I’m not too fine,’ he answered. ‘Since morning, I’ve been down with cold. In fact, I had to call in a doctor to attend to me.’

Mandy forgot all her suspicion. ‘Oh God, is it that serious? Why don’t you go to the hospital?’

‘I’ll be okay. I guess it’s just the stress. The doctor has given some prescriptions and I’ll order them to buy the drugs right away. I’m sure as
soon as I take them, I’ll be alright.’

‘Oh, please take care of yourself, dear.’

‘Thanks, I’ll be okay. My regards to the children. I miss all of you so much.’

‘We miss you too. Alright, I’ll be calling you again.’


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She didn't know when she slept off on the couch. Even when she woke up in the middle of the night, she only used the visitor's toilet attached to the sitting-room and continued to sleep where she had slept. She refused to join him in the bedroom. Of what use was doing that now? Of what use was trying to be intimate with the one who had given one the declaration that one was not needed again?

The following morning, she was up as early as five o 'clock. She didn't feel refreshed by the sleep in, any way. As a matter of fact, she felt stressed and tired when she woke up. She spent some minutes trying to think up what next she should do. She had to move out of the house as soon as possible, but where would she go? Her parents were living in Osogbo. When she first came to Lagos, she was staying with an aunty who was married and had three children. Surely she could not go back there.

What about friends? Her close friends were all married. There was no way she would go to any of them. Maria her closest friend was married almost two years ago. She could not go and stay with her as that could cause inconvenience, disaffection or destabilize their matrimonial home

She suddenly felt pangs of shame and guilt. When she first moved in with Ade, her parents had expressed serious reservations. They wondered why she would move in with a man she was not married to.

'Why don't you let him do the introduction and engagement before you do that?' her mother had asked.

Nana had answered that there was no need to worry as all other things would fall in place. Now, nothing had fallen in place. Rather, they had fallen out of place. Her parents were right, after all.

She had some money she had kept in the bank, but the money would not be enough to rent a two-bedroom apartment in Ketu, bearing in
mind that she would still pay what they called agency fee and agreement fee. But the money could get a self-contained room and parlor, otherwise called mini-flat.

Renting a room was out of the equation. She shook her head as she thought of the prospects. Sharing toilet and kitchen with strangers was not an idea she fancied.

Yet, the option of 'squatting' with someone in the meantime, pending when she would save enough money to get herself a mini flat was a bleak one. Maybe she should start looking for the mini-flat. She sighed. She still had the time to decide.




Pastor Sam blared the horn of his Hyundai car. The security guard at the gate of the sprawling house came out to attend to him. On seeing him, the guard broke into a smile.

'Good day, sir. Oga pastor, how you dey?' The guard raised his right hand in what looked like a salute.

Sam nodded at the gesture. 'I'm fine. How's work?'

'Work dey, sir.'

The guard quickly went to open the gate for Sam to drive in. As the junior brother to Madam Funmi and as a regular visitor to the house, he
needed no introduction.

He drove in and parked. He went on to press the bell to the entrance. Soon, the house maid came to attend to him.

Sadiya smiled at him. 'Good evening, sir. Please come in.'

He was ushered into the expansive sitting-room.

'I'll tell madam that you're around, sir. She curtsied and moved to the staircase.

'Thank you.' He could hear the receding sounds of her foot steps. After some seconds, she was back downstairs.

'Madam said she will soon be with you. What can offer you, sir?'

'Oh, thank you. Nothing for now.'

Sam was left alone. Some minutes later, his sister came to meet him.

'My sister.' He stood up to greet. 'Good evening, ma'am.'

'Sam. O to 'jo meta. How are you?'

'Fine, my sister. The Lord be praised for His goodness.'

She looked at the empty stool by his side. 'What happened? Why didn't Sadiya give you some drinks? Sadiya!' The bellow of her voice could be heard tens of metres away.

Sam had to quickly come in. 'Oh no. I actually told her not to bring any drinks for now.'

Funmi's face was questioning. 'Kilode? Are you fasting again?'

Sam shook his head. 'Not at all. I just don't feel like taking anything right now.'

She sat comfortably on the sofa.

'How're the children?' He looked towards the staircase as if his question would make them to emerge.

'They're fine. They're doing their assignment upstairs.'

Sam nodded.

'What about your wife? How's she?' Funmi smiled up.

'She's fine, sister. She sent her regards.' He paused a bit and asked: 'What about daddy? I've not seen him for some time.'

By daddy, he meant Biyi.

She made a face briefly. 'He's okay. It's just that he's always going on one trip or another.'

He nodded. 'The good Lord will always grant him journey mercies.'

'Amen o.'

Just then, her phone rang. Leke was on the line.

'Hello.' She was quick to pick the call. She glued the phone to her right ear and listened for some seconds.

'So, that bitch is still following him around, ehn?' She frowned deeply. 'Despite my warnings, that slut will not relent, abi?' Her words were
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The maid came to tell her that he would soon be joining her.

‘Where’s he?’ Ms. Popo asked.

‘In his bedroom, ma.’

‘Take me there.’

The maid was hesitant.

Ms. Pop smiled in a way to reassure her. ‘Don’t worry. Just take me there.’

Meimunat led her to his bedroom. Funky rapped softly on the door, and without waiting for an answer entered the room. The maid was surprised by that audacity but could say nothing. Funky entered his room. He was in boxer and was about to wear a pair of trousers when she came in.

‘Hello, dear,’ she greeted, flashing him a smile.

He was pleasantly surprised. ‘How d’you do, Funky. What a pleasant surprise to have you here this morning.’

She came to meet him. ‘I came to see my sweetheart,’ she said.

He hugged her and they kissed briefly. ‘I’m very glad to have you around, honey.’

‘The feeling is mutual,’ she said.

He looked at her curiously. ‘Did you jog your way to this place?’

‘Yes. I jogged my way, just to see you.’ She laughed.

He looked at her curiously again.

‘What’s the secret?’

‘What secret?’

‘The secret of you looking so fresh and young every-day.’

‘It’s God o.’

‘You look fresh, energetic, young and kinky.’

‘Wow! All these qualities for me alone?’

‘There’re even more, but, I’ll reserve them for now.’

‘If the outside looks so sweet like this, I wonder how the inside will look like.’

‘Well,’ she shrugged. ‘You’ll have to find that out yourself.’

He feigned to be musing. ‘How I wish I can find out how sweet the inside will be right now.’

‘You’re still wishing and wondering? How could you, when Funke is right her in front of you?’

He nodded. ‘You’re right. Seeing is believing.’ He raised her t-shirt to stare at her boobs covered in white, push-up bra.

‘These definitely look sweet. Do you mind if I taste them?’

‘Do you need to ask that?’

He smiled and completely removed her t-shirt and other wears.

Juliet went to the kitchen to get some fruit juice. She noticed that the guest she left in the sitting-room was no there and wondered if she had
left. Meimunat was in the kitchen, frying some eggs.

‘Has that woman gone?’ she asked the maid.

‘No. she’s with oga in his bedroom.’

Juliet felt saddened again. How could that shameless woman come to the house, and go to his bedroom? Didn’t she know that the room was supposed to be his matrimonial bed-room? Why was it that some women didn’t have shame? Just look at that old woman running after a younger man. She could even be his aunt, but since she had no shame, she was running after him!

But some men too had no sense, she thought further. One of such men was Uncle Ayo. If he had sense, how would he be having an affair with a woman old enough to be his auntie? The two of them had no shame.

Juliet suddenly realized that she had no desire to take the juice again. As a matter of fact, she now had headache. She returned the juice pack to the refrigerator and returned to her room.


They cuddled each other under the bedspread, naked. He wrapped his right hand on her shoulders, while she stared into his eyes.

‘You really know how to handle a woman,’ she said.

He grinned. ‘Thanks for the compliment.’

‘I love it the way you treat me.’

He grinned again. ‘Coming from Ms. Funke Popo, the career super woman, that’s a very big compliment.’

She chucked. ‘I want to ask you something.’

He smiled. ‘Go ahead and ask anything, Funk darling?’

‘Can I trust you?’

He nodded. ‘Sure, you can. Do you have any reason to have doubts about me?’

She looked at him undecidedly.

‘Alright,’ he said. ‘If you want me to swear to another oath, I’m ready to do that, just for you.’

‘There will be no need for that,’ she put in quickly.

‘Okay. So, I’m all ears.’

She still hesitated.

Ayo moved over to kiss her briefly. ‘It’s okay if you are not ready to say it.’

‘No, I’ll say it.’


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What if she gave him a tough stance; something like you either choose me or choose your woman friend? From what she had heard from other people’s experiences, that might not work. Then something struck her mind. What about giving an ultimatum, and if he failed, she would file for divorce? Oh, no, she would not do that. Despite all, she loved him, so how would she now threaten going her way? Mandy was conservative and religious. She believed what the Bible said that there should be no divorce.

She decided that she would just have to manage him and the situation. Then, as a believer, she must pray more for him. She believed in the powers and efficacy of prayers. But she would still confront him, albeit discreetly.



On Saturday morning, Juliet was lolling in the sitting-room, still in her nightie and watching the television when Meimunat, the house maid entered. A car had just be driven inside the compound and she was about to tell the master who had come. But before she could even get to his bedroom to tell him, the visitor entered the sitting-room.

‘Good morning, young lady.’

Surprised, Juliet stood up to greet Ms. Popo.

‘Good morning, ma.’

‘You must be his sister-in-law, right?’

‘Yes, ma.’ Ms. Popo nodded and took a seat. She was in jeans, white t-shirt, and canvas shoes, looking like someone going for jogging.

Juliet had to take her leave. She went to her room, slamming the door behind her. What an assault! What was Ms. Popo doing in the house?

Why had she come? It was not just enough that she was harboring Ayo in her house for romps, she even came to the house. And so early in the morning. Now, would anyone still be in doubt that Ms. Popo and Ayo were having an affair?

Juliet flopped on her bed. Why? Why was Ayo doing this to her? She felt she loved him. She felt she should be the only one to have him – apart from her sister. Why then, was she treating her so disdainfully. Even after making him swear to an oath, he still went ahead to do this. What was wrong with some men?

What did that woman have that was superior to what she, Juliet, possessed? She was old, for God’s sake. Juliet was sure her tits were already sagging. How could a reasonable man leave firm and rounded boobs like her own for sagging ones like that woman’s own?

She must have bewitched Ayo, she decided. That must be the only reason for their relationship and intimacy. It could not be an ordinary one.

Juliet was aggrieved. Above all, she was sad. Before she knew, she started crying into her pillow.


The maid came to tell her that he would soon be joining her.

‘Where’s he?’ Ms. Popo asked.

‘In his bedroom, ma.’

‘Take me there.’

The maid was hesitant.

Ms. Pop smiled in a way to reassure her. ‘Don’t worry. Just take me there.’

Meimunat led her to his bedroom. Funky rapped softly on the door, and without waiting for an answer entered the room. The maid was surprised by that audacity but could say nothing. Funky entered his room. He was in boxer and was about to wear a pair of trousers when she came in.

‘Hello, dear,’ she greeted, flashing him a smile.

He was pleasantly surprised. ‘How d’you do, Funky. What a pleasant surprise to have you here this morning.’

She came to meet him. ‘I came to see my sweetheart,’ she said.

He hugged her and they kissed briefly. ‘I’m very glad to have you around, honey.’

‘The feeling is mutual,’ she said.

He looked at her curiously. ‘Did you jog your way to this place?’

‘Yes. I jogged my way, just to see you.’ She laughed.


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He cleared his throat. 'Let me start by thanking you for your companionship. Since you came into my life, you've been a good friend. You have done well at the home front - taking care of the house, preparing meals, and so on.

'However.' He cleared his throat again. 'I think and believe that at this junction, I should stop wasting your time, and you should stop wasting mine.'

Stared at him, her mind racing in chaos. 'How do you mean, waste time? In what way are you or am I wasting time?'

'I will explain.' He avoided looking at her. His gaze was on the television. 'I believe it will amount to a waste of time if the two of us continue to stay together. Thank God doctors say nothing is wrong with either of us. Let's not waste time on trying to have a baby again.

'You're still young and beautiful. You can still easily get a man that you desire. Let's go our separate ways. Look for another man, while I'll look for another lady. That's what I have to tell you.'

Nana was crestfallen. She could not believe her ears. 'Ade, are you joking?' She had to struggle to utter the words.

'Joking?' He chuckled. 'Why should I be joking? Have I made such a joke before? Of course I'm not joking. I'm very, very serious.'

She broke down and wept. 'But you can't do this to me. You can't just send me away like that.'

'I'm not saying you should leave tomorrow.' They were the best of words he could think of to console her. ' You can still spend the next couple of weeks or so in this house, pending the time you will get a place to stay. But bear it in mind that from this very moment on, the kind of
relationship we've been having is over.' He was intent and nothing would stop him.

'I wish you the best of luck.' He tried a smile. 'Maybe we were not meant to be together. Maybe that was why things did not work out the
way we wanted them to be.'

Nana shook her head sadly. So, this was it. This was the end of the road as far as the relationship between them was concerned. After about three years of staying together, this was what had come of it. He seemed to have made up his mind. His mien and stance, putatively, foreclosed any change of decision.

She was still sobbing when he left her for the bedroom. She felt hollow. She felt worthless. She was like a person somebody was indirectly
telling had no value. Oh God, why couldn't Ade have the belief that all would be well? Why couldn't he be a little bit more patient? Above all, why couldn't he have faith?

She didn't know when she slept off on the couch. Even when she woke up in the middle of the night, she only used the visitor's toilet attached to the sitting-room and continued to sleep where she had slept. She refused to join him in the bedroom. Of what use was doing that now? Of what use was trying to be intimate with the one who had given one the declaration that one was not needed again?


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The following Monday, Ayo told her he would be travelling with the Minister and might not be back until towards the weekend. He had actually packed some clothes and personal effects in a bag and it looked like indeed he was traveling. As if she knew he was not sincere with her, she reacted coldly to his words.
After closing from work that day, he went to Ms. Popo’s residence. That was the trip he was having with the Minister!

‘I’ve come to fulfill my promise of making it up to you,’ he told Funky. ‘I’ll be here till Friday.’

She was glad by his decision. For five full days, he would return from work and go straight to her residence. They lived like they were married.

By Friday morning, he told her he would be returning to his house at the close of work.

‘I hope you had a fun-filling time,’ she said.

He nodded vigorously. ‘Sure, I did. With you, there was no dull moment.’

Juliet was fuming when he returned to the house. She came to his bedroom to express her big grievance.

‘You were with that woman, weren’t you?’ she demanded.

‘Will you stop this your silly accusation?’ he said, getting angry too

‘Alright. Just be prepared for the consequence.’

‘There’s nothing like any consequence!’ he retorted.

She stormed out of his room.

Uhm! Why was she taking things too seriously? He wasn’t married to her, so he believed he had no obligation towards her. The earlier she
understood that, the better for her.

When Juliet left for her room, she had one thing in mind; she would call her sister to tell her something very important. She dialed the number.

‘Hello, sister. How’s everyone and everything in Lagos?’

‘Fine, Juliet. How’s the national service going on?’

‘So far so good, sister.’ She sighed. ‘I’ve got some information for you.’

Across the line, Mandy became attentive. ‘What information is that?’

‘It’s about your husband, Uncle Ayo.’

‘Yes?’

‘I can now authoritatively reveal that uncle is having an affair.’

There was a slight pause. Juliet did that so that the fact would sink in.

‘Go on,’ Mandy urged.

‘He is having an affair with the Permanent Secretary of the Ministry. Her name is Ms. Popo.’

‘Are you sure about what you’re saying, Juliet?’

‘Yes, sister. I’m 100 percent sure.’

‘Thank you, Juliet. I’ll see how to handle this.’

She felt happy after the line was disconnected. If Ayo thought he could use, dump and treat her
anyhow, she would show him that he was making a terrible mistake.



That was it. Juliet had just confirmed her fears about her husband’s infidelity. She wasn’t surprised to be hearing this. So, what would she do, now? If she confronted him, he would most likely deny it. If she did not, he would indulge in it even more. She just had to be discreet in handling the matter. She thought of many options. If she should relocate to Abuja, would that stop his infidelity? Maybe. The distance between them was no doubt a factor that could bring longing for another lover, as he was obviously demonstrating.

But what about her job in Lagos? What about her pet dream? Would all these be aborted all because she constantly wanted to be with him. Would being with him really stop him from flirting around? Old habits die hard. It was only God that could make him stop philandering.

What if she gave him a tough stance; something like you either choose me or choose your woman friend? From what she had heard from other people’s experiences, that might not work. Then something struck her mind. What about giving an ultimatum, and if he failed, she would file for divorce? Oh, no, she would not do that. Despite all, she loved him, so how would she now threaten going her way? Mandy was conservative and religious. She believed what the Bible said that there should be no divorce.


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Ade was instantly interested. 'What's your response?' He found his heart beat pounding.

She allowed a meaningful pause. 'Well, the answer is yes.'

'Why didn't you tell me since morning?' He wasn't making an accusation. Rather, he was expressing great delight at her consent. 'You deserve a big hug, you know. Oh, that's good. That's really, really good.' He rubbed her left shoulder briefly with his right hand.

Doris smiled and nodded without saying a word.

'So, I can go ahead with my other plan now,' he said. 'Thank God. There's no more time to waste.'




Madam Funmi gave Nana a generous tip that afternoon before she left. Though she could be harsh, Funmi was often given to generosity. Consequently, her good mood infected Nana. The latter was happy that things were working the way she had always wanted them to be.

After closing, Nana decided to stop at Ketu market to buy some foodstuffs. She also decided to prepare assorted egusi soup, a local delicacy Ade liked so much. She knew how to make it very delicious and she would do just that.

Eba would go down well with the egusi. As usual, she would preserve the food until he was back.

When he came that night, Ade appeared to be in a very good mood too. He commended her for the food and ate ravenously.

'How did everything go in the office today?' She had a small smile on.

He grinned. 'Oh, things were fantastic. How about yours?'

'It was very fine too. Madam came around. She seemed impressed by the sales, the turnover and other things that were going on.'

He nodded. There was silence as they concentrated on eating. Some minutes later, the meal was over. She cleared the plates. The only time he gave her hints of the grievous thing coming was when he said they needed to talk. His tone conveyed seriousness.

'Hope no problem.' She wished he had agreed to see the pastor of their church.

He shook his head. 'No problem, but what I want us to discuss is something that will avert a problem.'

They were in the sitting-room. To reduce distractions, he lowered the volume of the television to the minimal.

He cleared his throat. 'Let me start by thanking you for your companionship. Since you came into my life, you've been a good friend. You
have done well at the home front - taking care of the house, preparing meals, and so on.

'However.' He cleared his throat again. 'I think and believe that at this junction, I should stop wasting your time, and you should stop wasting
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After spending three weeks, Mandy and the children finally returned to Lagos. That weekend, Juliet avoided him. He called her to his bed-room.

‘Baby girl, what is the meaning of all this your action? Why’re you behaving like this?’

‘You’re the cause of my distress,’ she said.

‘How could I be the cause?’

‘You’ve broken the vow we made to each other.’

‘You keep talking about the vow. How could you tell that I’ve broken it?’

‘I know you have. I know you’re having an affair with Ms. Popo.’

He tried to dismiss her claim. ‘How would I go for that mama when I have a sweet sixteen like you here?’

She was not rest assured. As a matter of fact, when he tried to play with her, she was cold and unyielding. Ayo was surprised she was taking
everything so serious.

‘Listen, Juliet. I’ll make it up with you.’ He opened his briefcase and brought out a bundle of five hundred naira notes. ‘Have these, Juliet, baby.
Buy yourself something nice.’

She looked at the money and softened a bit.

‘That’s my girl,’ he said, smiling. His hands went to her breasts, but she moved away.

‘I’m sorry I’m not in the mood for that.’

Again, he was surprised. ‘Oh, come on, Juliet. Let me put you in the mood.’ He made for her breasts again and she rebuffed him.

‘Some other time,’ she said. ‘Right now, please nothing like that.’ She moved towards the door. ‘Thanks for the money,’ she said and left his
bedroom. He was of course surprised by her action. Well, she would soon get over it, he shrugged.

The following Monday, Ayo told her he would be travelling with the Minister and might not be back until towards the weekend. He had actually
packed some clothes and personal effects in a bag and it looked like indeed he was traveling. As if she knew he was not sincere with her, she reacted coldly to his words.


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The bell buzzed. She dried her hands and went to the sitting-room door.

'Good afternoon, aunty.' It was Leke. There was an oily smile on his face. It was a few minutes to noon but he already presumed noon had come.

'Good morning,' She regarded him briefly. His uniform was rather too big. He had tried to keep it neat but the shirt had a greasy stain close to the breast pocket.

'Give me a minute. I'll come to join you in the car.' Her tone was flat. For inexplicable reason, she did not like the driver. She did not trust
him.

Leke closed the door behind him. She went to the kitchen to see if everything was in place and came back to the sitting room to ascertain that all was fine. Then she picked up her valise, locked the door of her apartment and went down to the waiting car.




The morning had been a busy one. One after the other, customers had been coming to pick one clothing item or the other. By few minutes after twelve noon, there was a lull.

Nana sat and decided to have a rest. She also used the opportunity to eat the food she had brought from home. It was rice and beans with stew. She also had beef and fried plantain to go with it.

She was still taking the meal when Madam Funmi came in. A customer came in too, but the sales girl would attend to that.

'Good afternoon, madam.' Nana stood up to greet Funmi.

'Good afternoon, how're you?'

'Fine, ma'am, you meet me well, ma'am.' Nana pointed at the food flask.

'Thank you.' Funmi pulled a plastic chair and sat down. She observed the shop closely and realized that there was need to replenish the stock.

Nana suspended her eating to attend to madam. She had only eaten half way, but the rest could wait. She gave accounts of her stewardship.
At the end of the exercise, her boss was impressed. Funmi went to the small store-room to see the goods they had there. There was no doubt they had to re-stock.

'Well-done,' she told her able shop manager.

'Thank you, ma'am.' Nana felt accomplished.




After closing for work, Doris decided to go to her supervisor's office. She had decided to take a ride to Ojota in his car when he would be going home.

She met him chatting excitedly on the phone. She sat on one of the visitors' seats, facing him and waited.

'... yes, of course I'm working towards that,' he was saying, 'Don't worry, I'll soon join your league. Shebi, we're in March now, before the end of this year, I'm sure I'll be happily married too.'

He listened to the person on the other line for some moments.

'You don't worry. Why will I not invite you? You remember I attended your own wedding. You'll be informed, now.'

He listened briefly again. 'Alright. My regards to your wife. Bye.'

Ade disconnected the line and turned to grin at Doris.

'If you don't mind, I'll like to have a ride in your car to Ojota.' She was expectant.

'Of course. It will be a pleasure.' He waved it off and grinned.

A moment later, he tidied up his table, picked up his bag and stood up. They left the office and took the elevator to the ground floor. The
office, located at Yaba, was free, at that moment, from the gridlock of traffic experienced by those coming from Lagos Island and Victoria Island. However, it was good that he should leave the office on time.

They settled comfortably in the car and he drove out of the premises.

'I've got a reply to the proposition you made the other time,' she started.

Ade was instantly interested. 'What's your response?' He found his heart beat pounding.

She allowed a meaningful pause. 'Well, the answer is yes.'


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He nodded. ‘That’s alright.’ As soon as she left the room, he undressed to his singlet and boxer. Then, he switched on the flat-screen in the bedroom, adjusted a pillow, and with the remote control in his hand, lay on the bed. A couple of minutes later, his phone rang. He was surprised that Juliet was on the line.

‘How are you, Juliet? How’s everything?’

‘Everything is fine, but it all depends on you,’ she replied.

He frowned slightly. ‘What do you mean by that?’

‘I have a sneaky belief that for some time now, you’ve been breaking the bond between us.’

Oh, this young lady had come with her antics again, he felt. ‘What bond are you talking about?’

‘You know what I’m talking about. But in case you’ve forgotten, I’m talking about the blood oath the two of us took.’

He still pretended he did not know what she was talking about. ‘What happened to that oath?’

‘If you’re breaking it, which I’m seriously suspecting, I’ll advise you to stop right now. The consequence of breaking it is very unpalatable.’

He chuckled. He wanted to tell her that she was just making fusses over nothing, but he realized that she had disengaged the line. He chuckled
to himself. If she expected that he would be scared by that childish oath, then she was making a big mistake. He dismissed her misgivings
immediately.

Some minutes later, Funke Popo was back in the room.

‘I told the cook to prepare semovita and bitter leaf soup,’ she announced. ‘It will soon be ready.’

‘That’s alright,’ he answered. Then he looked at her critically. ‘I don’t know if I should grab you right away, or I should wait after the meal.’

She smiled, but said nothing.

‘But everything depends on if I can resist this your bewitching look.’

‘Do I look bewitching?’ she asked.

‘Yes. My dear Funky, you look bewitching.’

She nodded. ‘So, why don’t you just prove that instead of just talking?’

He pulled her to himself. ‘You’re right. I’ll prove it right away.’

‘Hey wait. How do you intend to prove it?’

He winked at her slyly. ‘By making love to my dear Funky.’

She shook her head. ‘No, that’s not the way to prove it.’

He looked at her curiously. ‘So, how can I prove it, dear?’

She stared at him briefly. ‘By staying here, tonight.’

He squeezed his face slightly. ‘Oh, come on, Funky. I don’t really want to confirm her suspicion.’

She put on a displeased look. He rubbed his right hand on her back. ‘See, Funky, don’t worry. I’ll make it up. As soon as she goes back to
Lagos, I’ll make it up with you.’

‘Are you sure about that?’

‘Yes. I’m very sure. You’ll see.’ His hand moved to the other part of her body and he kissed her. Her response was encouraging. He was soon all over her, and they ended making love. Later, they had the dinner and he left for his home.

It was eight-fifty in the night when he got home.

‘There’s no fixed time for closing in this work,’ he told his wife. ‘Sometimes, we close by five, but some other times, a meeting could just comp up and we’ll still be deliberating till late in the night.’ Mandy believed him and urged him to always find time to relax from the tight schedule of work.

The presence of his wife in the house meant he could not have any intimate moment with Juliet. The latter did not like it, but there was nothing
she could do.

For the next weeks that Mandy and the children were around, he was only able to meet with Funky twice a week, while Juliet was completely schemed out of things.

After spending three weeks, Mandy and the children finally returned to Lagos. That weekend, Juliet avoided him. He called her to his bed-room.


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It was not an easy thing for Funmi to restrict her diet. The more she tried, the more she realized that all those food she wanted to do away with were irresistible.

Her children loved burgers and fried chickens. So far, she could not watch them taking any of these without having the urge to do so too.

She had been trying to do some exercises too, but she was sure she wasn't making a headway. Maybe she would have to register in a gym or get a trainer. That should be more effective than doing it by herself.

She also told herself that she would need to be more serious before she could follow a strict diet. She had bought some magazines and books on dieting and sliming down, but she hardly had the time to read. Funmi, you need to be very serious, she told herself again.



Nancy went to the room she used as an office to work. Since she started blogging, she had converted one of the three bedrooms to an office.

She didn't need much to work with, neither did she need an assistant, for now. With her two laptops, two i-pads, a digital camera, a printer & photocopier and a standby generator, she was equipped for work. Of course, internet connection was a must.

She went to her blog site for updating. She posted some pictures she took during the birthday celebration of a celebrity. She had taken the pictures the previous day. Normally, she would post such pictures same day, but she couldn't do so because she returned home very late and was tired.

She was still working on the laptop thirty minutes later when her phone rang. Biyi was on the line.

'Hello, dear.' As usual, his voice boomed over the line. 'How d'you do?'

'I'm fine. What about you?'

'I feel great. Listen, in about three hours' time, I'll be travelling to Ibadan. I won't be back in Lagos until tomorrow. Can you accompany me?'

'Give me a minute to check my schedule' She smiled to herself. 'I'll call you back.'

She disconnected the line and checked her diary of events. She knew all this was only a formality as she would not say no to his overture.

The next major event she would be attending would be in four days' time.

She called his number. 'It will be a pleasure to take a trip with you, darling.' She almost chuckled to herself.

'Good.' He was glad, although he too knew she would not say no. 'The driver will be in your place in an hour's time. Get ready.'

Nancy smiled to herself as she put the phone down. Of course she would follow him on the trip. He would make it a worthwhile venture, as he
had previously made it to be, she believed. She finished what she was doing and shut down the system.

He had said he would send the driver in an hour's time. That was about fifteen minutes ago. She must get herself ready. She packed a couple of clothes and some other things she would be needing in a valise. She must also go with one of her i-pads and the internet dongle, the modern.

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He was shocked. ‘You mean Ms. Popo is your mummy?’

‘Yes, sir. My biological mummy.’

He was stupefied. ‘Really? And I never knew!’

Just then, the madam of the house came to the sitting-room. Ayo turned to her.

‘Jane here is your daughter?’ he asked incredulously.

Ms. Popo smiled. ‘Yes, she is.’

‘Jesus! But you never told me.’ He sat down on a sofa.

‘I told you I have a daughter.’

‘Yes, but I never imagined it was Jane.’

Jane smiled, stood up and excused herself.

‘I had her when I was still in the university. She’s my only child and my treasure. That’s why she’s working not far from mummy.’

He sighed. Now, wait a minute. He had slept with Jane on an occasion. He had also slept with her mother. Was that not another taboo?

He shrugged. It wasn’t deliberate. It was just coincidence, and that was that. What he didn’t know was that Ms. Popo had planted Jane to monitor him and give reports back. Jane’s reports had been favorable to him, but her mother noticed that Jane was becoming sentimentally attached to him and had redeployed her pronto.

Ms. Popo had her eyes on him right from the first day she met him at the Minister’s office. She had patiently planned how to get him, and she had succeeded.

The routine of visiting Ms. Popo was every other day. Juliet had come to accept his reason for going out and did not raise eyebrow again. The
following weekend, when he was in Lagos, Mandy discussed the pet project she had in mind with him.

Without any fuss, he agreed with his wife.

‘I think it’s a good investment,’ he said. ‘Give me the estimation of the costs. We can start the project as soon as possible.’

Mandy hugged and kissed him. ‘Oh, my darling husband. I appreciate your humane gesture. Many thanks.’

Two months into his job, he maintained the routine of regularly seeing Ms. Popo. His wife said they would soon end the term and start a three-
week holiday. Finally, she and the children would be coming to stay for some time in Abuja. Ayo had moved into his official residence, and the
place was more than big enough to take them all. Ayo sent his driver and Juliet to convey his wife and two children from the airport. It was a

Saturday, and he was at home to receive them.

They were all glad to be with him. The children ran to him and locked him in warm embrace.

‘Daddy! Daddy!’ they chorused.

He lifted them and carried them. It was like a family re-union. He was with them through out the weekend. Whatever rendezvous he had with
Funke Popo would have to wait till week days. On Monday morning, he called her.

‘Hello, Ms. Popo.’

‘Hello. Na wa o. So, just because your wife and children are around, you just forgot me like that.’

‘How could I forget you, my dear Funky. You know, they just came and I wanted them to make them really feel at home.’

‘Okay o. That’s good. So, until they go, I won’t see your face again.’

‘Oh, no. I’ll be coming over to your place as soon as we close from work today.’

‘Oh, that’s good. I’ll be expecting you.’

That was exactly what Ayo did. Right from his working place, he dismissed some of his security details and instructed the driver to take him to
Ms. Popo’s house. She had hardly entered the house when he came. He went straight to her bedroom and sat on her bed. He watched as she undressed and changed to casuals.

‘I have a mind of not letting you go today,’ she said.

‘Ah, sorry, I’ll have to go after some time with you.’

‘And why must you go?’ she asked.

He laughed shortly. ‘Of course, I have to go. How do I explain where I slept overnight? The action will only confirm that indeed, there’s an
Abuja babe.’

She only smiled and said nothing for some time.’



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Doris was the only daughter of Madam Josephine. She had been raised only by the single mother, as the supposed father would not have anything to do with them. The man had taken off with another woman, leaving the young Doris fatherless.

But Josephine was more determined than ever that she would give her daughter the best she could give in life. Doris went to a state university to study Marketing. At twenty-six, she believed she still had a long way to go in savouring the goodness of life.

Ade talked about himself too. At thirty-seven, he said he wanted to settle down and be happily married. He actually had the intention of marrying the lady staying with him, but she had not been able to conceive, which was a condition he had given for marriage. They had been together for about three years now, and he was getting tired of her.

Even his mother had advised him to send her packing and get another lady. He concluded by saying he was hoping that Doris would be that person who would become the queen of his heart.

The eating was over. He ordered for icecream.

Doris listened in rapt attention to everything he had said. He was not the first to be proposing marriage to her, but he seemed to be the most serious, so far. For those that had talked about marriage before now, she had rebuffed their advances.

'Well, I don't know what to say for now', she said. 'But, let me ask, if I say yes, does that mean the same condition that you gave the other lady will apply to me?'

He sighed. 'Yes. Let me assure you that I don't cheat on my lover. The moment you agree, I will stop my relationship with her. See, I want to settle down, so I'm serious about what I'm saying.'

It was her turn to sigh. 'Alright. Let me think about it.'

By the time they parted that evening, he had the assurance that she would eventually agree with him.




It was not an easy thing for Funmi to restrict her diet. The more she tried, the more she realized that all those food she wanted to do away with were irresistible.

Her children loved burgers and fried chickens. So far, she could not watch them taking any of these without having the urge to do so too.

She had been trying to do some exercises too, but she was sure she wasn't making a headway. Maybe she would have to register in a gym or get a trainer. That should be more effective than doing it by herself.

She also told herself that she would need to be more serious before she could follow a strict diet. She had bought some magazines and books on dieting and sliming down, but she hardly had the time to read. Funmi, you need to be very serious, she told herself again.



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Ade remained unconvinced. 'You can go ahead and see any pastor or prophet, or any other person you want to see.' There were taints of indifference and anger in his tone. 'As for me, count me out.'

When Nana tried a little bit more to persuade him on the merits of doing what she suggested, Ade stood up and left her alone in the sitting-room.

She was upset by his action. Why would he react that way? Was it so bad for her to suggest what she suggested? Why did he find any thing church an anathema? Why would he not give what she had suggested a trial and see what would be the outcome?

That night, she went to bed a sad woman.




Later that evening when Biyi got home, his wife and three children were watching television in the sitting-room. The children ran to greet him, while Funmi stood up. He hugged the children and moved over to hug his wife.

'You're welcome, darling.' Funmi pecked him but wasn't sure if she was really glad to see him.

'How're you all?' He patted the children on their heads.

'Fine, daddy,' the children chorused. They sat round him.

'How was your trip?' She tried to look concerned.

'Fine, but things were hectic.' He yawned.

Funmi nodded. 'I can understand. You must be very tired. What should I ask the cook to prepare for you?'

He yawned again. 'I don't think I need any food now. Just get me a bottle of cold water.'

'Yes my dear.' Funmi promptly stood up and went in search of the housemaid so that she would ask her to bring what he requested for.

Later that night, after the children had gone to bed, he went to meet her in her bedroom.

'Funmi, what's this idea of you harassing a poor woman?' He made it sound like she had taken advantage of a poor and helpless person. '

That lady you embarrassed and fought with at the shopping plaza is just an acquaintance, you know.'

She frowned. 'An acquaintance of yours said I harassed her?' She thought it the best to parry his question.

He became agitated. 'Funmi, you know what I'm talking about. Why did you harass the lady like that? Then, you attacked her and tore her
clothes.'

If he had thought his confrontation would mellow her down, he was so wrong. 'Okay, so that ashewo has reported me to you.' Her voice rose up. 'Yes, I did that. I accosted her to warn. I also tore her cloth. I will do more of that if she doesn't stay off. She's a useless bitch. Let her look for her own man. Why can't she leave a married man alone?'

He looked at her, shocked by her obstinate outbursts. 'So, a married man can't have a female acquaintance again?' Now his tone was low and almost subdued.

'She's not an acquaintance. Don't try to deceive me on that. She's a shameless ashewo. You can't deny the fact that you are having an affair
with her, can you? She's a shameless one.'

Biyi didn't know what else to say. If he continued the altercations with her, he had no doubt that she would remain obstinate. He let the woman be.




Ade worked in an insurance company as marketing supervisor. It was a job that required vigorous marketing. The marketing officers all had targets, and the task wasn't easy.

All the same, Ade enjoyed the job. He had been up and doing, and found the task exciting. There was an angle to the job that appeared to be more exciting. In the last couple of weeks. Ade had been having more than official interest in one of the marketing officers that recently joined the fold.

At first, their interactions were purely business. Doris was proving herself to be an asset with the number of clients she had brought. She had surpassed previous achievements.

As her supervisor, Ade had been impressed. But the impression had gone beyond that. Now, Ade had become enamored to this beautiful and sultry lady.

When he broached on the issue of having an affair with her, she had said she thought he was married. He replied that there was no such thing and he had no such plans with any one. He however admitted that a lady stayed with him, but he was tired of the relationship.

Doris had not told him yes or no. But Ade believed he would ultimately have her. This Monday afternoon, after she had filled in her daily reports in his office, he asked her to sit down.

'What do you say to having lunch with me after close of work today?' He smiled to prod her.

'Like what time d'you have in mind?'

'Let's say five o 'clock.'

She paused briefly. 'That should be okay.'

He grinned at her and patted her. 'Good. See you then.'

At close of work, he took her to a fast food joint close to the bus stop at Ketu. His Toyota Avensis car, thankfully, had just gone through
refurbishment. He had no fear about the car breaking down at the middle of the road as it did a couple of days ago. His choice of eatery at Ketu was since she lived at Ojota, it would be easy for her to take a public bus back to where she lived.

They settled for fried rice and chicken. He used the time to find out more about her viz her personal life, her likes, dislikes, and so on.

Doris was the only daughter of Madam Josephine. She had been raised only by the single mother, as the supposed father would not have anything to do with them. The man had taken off with another woman, leaving the young Doris fatherless.


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He wasn’t surprised to hear that. Many career and successful women think so.

‘I like to act like a man and go get what I want,’ she said.

He nodded. ‘Are you a feminist?’

‘Yes, to a large extent. I believe women have the potentials to get the best and to go for it without fear or favor. They should not allow stereotype thinking and ways of life inhibit them.’

He sighed. These were powerful feminist views.

‘What do you say to my views?’

He smiled and shrugged. ‘I believe you have the right to your views, madam.’

‘Can you please drop this ‘madam’ title? You can do that when we’re in the office. Call me Funke.’

He smiled again. ‘Okay, Funke.’

She smiled too. ‘There’s something we should, which we haven’t done.’

He became very curious. ‘What’s that?’

‘That kind of business deal we have together should not be the end of the relationship.’

His heart started hammering. ‘I don’t understand what you mean.’

She nodded. ‘I’ll go straight to the point. That business relationship should bring about intimacy. I’m not just talking about chatting like this
alone. I’m talking about real intimacy.’

He could almost hear his heart-beat. God, this woman was bold!

He shook his head. ‘I’m yet to fully understand what you mean,’ he said.

She looked at him and smiled. ‘Of course, you do, so let’s not waste time.’

He sighed. ‘If what you have in mind is what I’m thinking, there’s a challenge, and that’s the fact that I’m married, madam. I mean, Funke.’

‘Married,’ she scoffed. ‘Try to reason with your brain, Ayo. Not with your heart.’

He was thoughtful. Some months before now, he would have jumped at her offer. But he seemed inhibited now. It seemed a force was pulling
him not to accept her overtures. She waited for his response, studying his face. He remembered the oath he took with Juliet. Was that thing for real, or was it just a child’s play? He suddenly shrugged it off. It was just Juliet’s trick of having him to herself, he reasoned.

He looked straight into the eyes of Ms. Funke Popo. ‘I understand everything you’re saying. Well, there’s no problem, but I want to be the man.

You’re the woman. Let me do the toasting.’

She smiled and nodded. ‘Good. Go ahead.’

He re-filled his glass cup. ‘First, I’ll like to be calling you Funky when we’re together like this. Any objection to that?’

She shook her head. ‘No objection.’

‘Then, you’ll pardon me for not saying certain things I should have said earlier. That your hair for example, it’s very beautiful.’

She looked at him approvingly. ‘You’re doing well, Ayo.’

He stood up and came to sit by her side. ‘You’re beautiful, Funky. Everything about you is beautiful.’

She genuinely looked pleased to hear that from him. ‘Thank you.’

‘I’m serious Funke. Women that combine beauty and brain like you are rare.’

‘Wow! Ayo, so you can toast like this!’

‘Yes o. I can toast.’

‘Good. Continue.’

He held her shoulders. ‘I should thank my stars that you’re going to be mine.’

‘Really?’

‘Yes. You’ve brought goodness and flavor to me.’

‘That’s good.’

‘I will like to kiss you, but I don’t think this place is the appropriate place.’

She nodded. ‘You’re right.’ She stood up with the bottle of wine and her glass cup. ‘Let’s go to the right place.’

He grinned. ‘Okay, Funky.’

He followed her upstairs to her large bedroom.

‘You certainly live large,’ he commented.

She nodded and dropped the bottle of wine and the glass cup on the stool by the bedside. He did the same with his glass cup.

They stood and faced each other, as if sizing up. Funke Popo should be about fifty. She was of average height and was fair in complexion. She
had a pretty face and must have been very beautiful in her younger days. She was a bit chubby. Evidence of good life was obvious about her.

Ayo stared at her and smiled. She smiled back.

He held her waist and pulled her to him. His mouth went down to her luscious lips. It was a long kiss. He stopped to remove her top. He could see that her busts were bigger than he had thought. He fondled and caressed them while she encouraged him on. Then, his hands went to the
zip of her jeans trousers. She had to sit on the bed so he could help her pull the jeans off. Her mid-section and her hips were large, larger than the other ones he had ever had intimacy with. He was glad for the difference, for there was this saying that varieties were the spices of life.

They had each other in a most exhilarating way. It was after ten in the night when he finally decided to go.

He expressed that it was a pleasure to be with her gave her a goodbye kiss.

‘Have a lovely night, my dear Funky.’

‘Goodnight, Ayo. Thanks for coming.’

‘I should be the one to thank you, my dear Funky.’

They left the bed-room. She saw him to her car and waved as he was driven back to his residence. Juliet was still up, watching movies when he
got home. The maid came to welcome him back.

‘Welcome, sir.’

‘Munirat, how’re you?’

‘Fine, sir.’

‘Hello, Juliet.’

‘Welcome, uncle.’

He didn’t stay long in the sitting-room. ‘The meeting was strenuous,’ he pointed out. ‘I’ll like to rest now.’ With that, he left for his bed-room.

He wore his pajamas and lay on the bed. He was thinking of Ms. Popo. Wow, that woman was sweet. So, despite all that office busy looks, she could prove to be so sexy like this! But he saw it coming. The moment she started sending delicacies to him, he should know there was ulterior motive.

Juliet soon entered the bed-room. ‘The meeting must have made you tired,’ she pointed out.

‘Oh, yes. Politicians are always making fuses and dragging issues, when there is no need.’

She came to lie by his side. He held her hand.

‘How’re you, baby girl?’

‘Fine.’

He smiled at her. ‘This weekend, I’ll give you some money to buy new clothes and some new things.’

‘Oh, thanks.’ She gave him a kiss. ‘You’re such a darling.’

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