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Present sir. Happy new year.

Greetings, sister. Happy new year.

He sighed. Now, he knew he shouldn’t have allowed his sentiments to rule over his reasons.

‘I think I shouldn’t have gone to that extent with you,’ he said. ‘We shouldn’t have done it.’

She chuckled. ‘As for me, it’s a good experience.’

‘I think you’re still naïve,’ he pointed out. ‘I’m sorry, it’s like I took advantage of your naivety. I should understand better.’

‘I’m not naïve.’

He scratched the center of his head. ‘If you’re not, you won’t be talking the way you were.’

She grinned. ‘That means the two of us are naïve.’

‘Me? I don’t think so.’

‘We did it together, remember.’

He was pensive. ‘I’m sorry. It shouldn’t happen again.’

‘Well, it has happened.’

‘It must not happen again.’

She did not say anything for some time.

‘I’ve no regret about it,’ she said.

‘You think it’s right? No, it’s not. Culturally, it’s not allowed. In the Bible, God is against it.’

‘In the Bible, Jacob married Leah and Rachael. They were sisters.’

‘That was before the laws of Moses.’

She shrugged. ‘But, then, we’re no longer living under the law. Even concerning incest, some countries are legalizing brother marrying sister,
and father marrying daughter, and so on. It’s a new thing.’

‘Does that make it right?’

She shrugged again. ‘I don’t care. I’m only following my heart.’

He closed his eyes. She moved close to him and touched his face. He opened his eyes and stared at her. She held his right hand and squeezed
the fingers. That very moment, he forgot about any guilt.

‘Did you say the t-shirt fits me?’ she asked.

He smiled. ‘Perfectly.’

‘Thanks.’

Throughout the remaining part of that weekend, all they did was chatting. As much as he wanted to stop having deep feelings for her, he found
it very difficult. On Monday morning, she would have to return to the camp.

‘Will you be coming for our passing out parade? It’s coming up on Friday.’

He grinned. ‘I’m sorry, I may not have the chance.’

She nodded. ‘It’s okay.’

He gave her some money before he went to the office. Once at work, he threw himself into the job and tried to forget everything about Juliet.

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Thank you.

Hours later, they had their lunch. Minutes after the meal, he stood up from the sofa in the sitting-room. ‘I think I’ll take a nap.’

He went to his bedroom. Just as he suspected, she soon came to join him. He was lying on the bed but was wide awake.

‘What name do I call you when we’re together like this?’ she asked.

‘What name do you want to call me?’

‘Can I call you A.Y?’

He grinned. That was what some of his friends called him. ‘That’s alright.’

‘A.Y, the big boy.’

‘And you, Juliet, my baby girl.’

She smiled approvingly and sat on the edge of the bed. ‘My period started this afternoon,’ she announced.

‘I see.’ Inwardly, he was a bit relieved. If at all he must do ‘it’ with her again, henceforth, it must be with condom.

She stared at him, smiling. ‘I have a confession to make.’

He was curious. ‘A confession?’

‘Yes.’

He sat up and put the pillow against the wall, leaning on it. ‘I’m all ears.’

She suddenly shrugged. ‘Maybe I’ll say it another time.’

‘Really? Why don’t you say it now?’

‘If I must say it now, promise that you won’t laugh, and promise not to find it weird.’

He crossed his heart. ‘I promise not to laugh.’

‘Okay.’ She still took her time. He waited. ‘I’ve always known that one day, you would make love to me.’

He looked surprised. ‘That’s not funny. Why did you think so?’

‘Because I’ve always imagined you’re my husband.’

The surprise remained on his face. ‘You don’t mean it. How could you be having such an imagination?’

‘I thought it was a child’s thing when I first had it. That was seven years ago, when you wedded my sister. I was just fourteen then. Now, the
feelings had no abated even after many years. It has, rather waxed stronger.’

He shook his head. Now, this was serious. He had to be careful. He had thought it would just be a fleeting fling. ‘This thing you’re saying is
strange,’ he said. ‘Surely, you don’t mean it!’

She smiled again. ‘I’m serious.’

‘A fourteen year old having feelings for her sister’s new hubby?’

‘Yeah. Our love making was a dream come true.’

He sighed. Now, he knew he shouldn’t have allowed his sentiments to rule over his reasons.

‘I think I shouldn’t have gone to that extent with you,’ he said. ‘We shouldn’t have done it.’

She chuckled. ‘As for me, it’s a good experience.’

‘I think you’re still naïve,’ he pointed out. ‘I’m sorry, it’s like I took advantage of your naivety. I should understand better.’

‘I’m not naïve.’

He scratched the center of his head. ‘If you’re not, you won’t be talking the way you were.’

She grinned. ‘That means the two of us are naïve.’

‘Me? I don’t think so.’

‘We did it together, remember.’




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He sighed and closed his eyes. Her hand cuddled his chest.

‘Oh Juliet, what have you done to me?’

‘I should ask you that question.’

Still under the wrap of the bedspread, she climbed on him. Their lips met and they kissed deeply. He cuddled her all over again and they went
on another trip to Eros land. Thereafter, she lay exhausted on his hand. They slipped into a short nap until the house maid came to knock on his
bedroom door.

‘Good morning, sir,’ she greeted from outside. ‘I want to know what to prepare this morning for you, sir.’

‘Make beverages and toast bread,’ he said instinctively.

‘Yes, sir.’


He yawned and got up from the bed. He wore his boxer short and went to the bedroom. There, he brushed his teeth and had a bath. Juliet too awoke to have her bath. Then she left for her room to change her clothes. Ayo wore a t-shirt and jeans and moved to the sitting-room. He went through some of the dailies they were already stacked on the center table.

‘Breakfast is ready, sir,’ the maid came to announce.

He nodded. ‘Thank you.’

Just then, Juliet came in. In the presence of the maid, she behaved conventionally.

‘Good morning, uncle,’ she greeted.

He grinned. ‘Good morning, Juliet. How was your night?’

‘It was wonderful,’ she replied, emphasizing the word, ‘wonderful.’

A good actress she was, he thought.

A bloody actor he was, she decided.

The maid left the room. He smiled and winked at her. They had their breakfast. After the breakfast, they sat in the sitting-room and got
engrossed in reading the newspapers. He digested the contents as if he was studying them. Juliet excused herself and left for her room. Later
he spoke to Mandy and his children on the phone.

‘Daddy, are you not feeling bored over there?’ Tomi, his first child asked.

‘Well, daddy is coping,’ he answered.

‘We want to come there, daddy. We want to come to Abuja.’

He grinned to himself. ‘Don’t worry, very soon, you’ll all come and know this place.’

After he had finished talking to them, he called Juliet out of her room. ‘I’ll be going to town, but I won’t stay long,’ he said. ‘Is there anything
you’ll want me to get for you?’

She smiled briefly. ‘Anything.’

‘Okay.’

He drove himself to town and went to a shopping plaza. Now, what could he buy for Juliet? He had not got any salary from his new job yet and
was still very mindful of the way he spent money. He picked three fanciful t-shirts for her. He also went to a drug store to get some items.
Within two hours, he was back in the house.

He met Juliet in the sitting-room watching television.

‘Hello, there.’

‘Welcome,’ she replied. He made straight for his bedroom. After a minute, Juliet stood up and went to join him there. He showed her the three
designer t-shirts.

‘Many thanks,’ she said and gave him a peck.

‘I hope you like them.’

‘Sure. They’re beautiful.’

‘Don’t worry, by the time I start earning money, you’ll get better things.’

‘I know.’ She examined the wears and nodded appreciatively. ‘Let me see how it looks on me.’ She changed from the shirt she was wearing to
try one of the t-shirts.

‘How do I look?’ she asked, turning around.

He smiled. ‘It fits you perfectly well. It’s as if it is customized. You look beautiful.’

She was delighted to hear that. ‘Thank you. What did you buy for yourself?’

He shook his head. ‘Nothing for now.’

‘Oh, you’re a man of noble heart,’ she said and came to hug him.

‘Thank you.’

Hours later, they had their lunch. Minutes after the meal, he stood up from the sofa in the sitting-room. ‘I think I’ll take a nap.’

He went to his bedroom. Just as he suspected, she soon came to join him. He was lying on the bed but was wide awake.


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She moved gently and put her right her on his chest. He held the hand and stroked it gently. She finally opened her eyes and looked at him dreamily. A smile played on her lips and she looked blissful.

‘Good morning, baby girl,’ he greeted.

‘Good morning, big boy,’ she replied, still smiling.

‘What a naughty girl you are,’ he said under his breath.

‘What a naughty man you are,’ she replied.

He sighed and closed his eyes. Her hand cuddled his chest.

‘Oh Juliet, what have you done to me?’

‘I should ask you that question.’

Still under the wrap of the bedspread, she climbed on him. Their lips met and they kissed deeply. He cuddled her all over again and they went
on another trip to Eros land. Thereafter, she lay exhausted on his hand. They slipped into a short nap until the house maid came to knock on his
bedroom door.

‘Good morning, sir,’ she greeted from outside. ‘I want to know what to prepare this morning for you, sir.’

‘Make beverages and toast bread,’ he said instinctively.

‘Yes, sir.’

He yawned and got up from the bed. He wore his boxer short and went to the bedroom. There, he brushed his teeth and had a bath. Juliet too
awoke to have her bath. Then she left for her room to change her clothes. Ayo wore a t-shirt and jeans and moved to the sitting-room. He went
through some of the dailies they were already stacked on the center table.

‘Breakfast is ready, sir,’ the maid came to announce.

He nodded. ‘Thank you.’

Just then, Juliet came in. In the presence of the maid, she behaved conventionally.

‘Good morning, uncle,’ she greeted.

He grinned. ‘Good morning, Juliet. How was your night?’

‘It was wonderful,’ she replied, emphasizing the word, ‘wonderful.’

A good actress she was, he thought.

A bloody actor he was, she decided.

The maid left the room. He smiled and winked at her. They had their breakfast. After the breakfast, they sat in the sitting-room and got
engrossed in reading the newspapers. He digested the contents as if he was studying them. Juliet excused herself and left for her room. Later
he spoke to Mandy and his children on the phone.

‘Daddy, are you not feeling bored over there?’ Tomi, his first child asked.

‘Well, daddy is coping,’ he answered.

‘We want to come there, daddy. We want to come to Abuja.’

He grinned to himself. ‘Don’t worry, very soon, you’ll all come and know this place.’

After he had finished talking to them, he called Juliet out of her room. ‘I’ll be going to town, but I won’t stay long,’ he said. ‘Is there anything
you’ll want me to get for you?’

She smiled briefly. ‘Anything.’

‘Okay.’

He drove himself to town and went to a shopping plaza. Now, what could he buy for Juliet? He had not got any salary from his new job yet and
was still very mindful of the way he spent money. He picked three fanciful t-shirts for her. He also went to a drug store to get some items.
Within two hours, he was back in the house.

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He gripped her hands more. She attempted more to free the hands, but couldn’t. He pulled her more to himself. Like a mock wrestling match,
she climbed on him and was on his chest. There was a smile on her face; a smile of what-if-I-did-this? It was a child’s play and he was playing along, as if he was her playmate. He suddenly released her hands.

‘I’ve won,’ she said, sitting on his belly.

‘You couldn’t have won,’ he replied. ‘Not with your feather weight.’

‘Oh, so you call this feather weight.’ She put her full weight on his stomach and her two hands on his chest, as if indeed he was at her mercy.

He gripped her by the waist and up turned her. In a jiffy, he was the one lying on her, chest to chest. She put her mouth to a side, as if trying
to avoid contact with his. He released his grip on her waist, although his hand still lingered there.

‘Ouch!’ she said.

‘Sorry, does that hurt?’ He got down from her. Without waiting for an answer, he rubbed her waist. It was her turn to close the eyes. He had
got down from her, but his hands still held her waist. He rubbed it again. It was obvious the game they were playing was moving from child’s
play to adult game. Tentatively, his hand moved to her chest. Rather than stopping him, she continued to close her eyes. That goaded him on.
His right hand first went to her left boob. It stayed on the cup of the bra, as if hesitant. Then, in a daring move, he touched it, fondled it briefly
and squeezed it gently.

Her eyes remained close. Then, his mind screamed at him to stop doing the nonsense he was doing. Juliet was your sister in law, the mind
screamed at him. Stop doing what you were doing. It was a taboo!

His touch slackened.

‘Does that look like a girl’s own?’ she asked.

He chuckled and shook his head. ‘I’m sorry,’ he said.

‘For what?’

His grin was rueful. ‘I’m sorry for touching it.’

She didn’t say anything.

He lay on his back by her side. It was embarrassing, but there was a bulge between his groin. No, no, don’t go further, his mind told him. In
fact, get up from that bed and tell her to leave. Do that right now!

Ayo could not. He remained on his back, his heart beat racing. He looked at her briefly and their eyes locked. There was something magnetic
about that. His right hand went to the boob again. It stayed much longer, this time, and there was no protest from her. He robbed and
squeezed it. His hand moved to the second boob and did the same.

There was no going back now. He removed her sky blue top and the white brassiere. She allowed him to do so. The child’s play had become full
adult game.



Hours later, specks of light peeped through the room. It was dawn. They were naked under the bedspread, and he held her the exact way he
used to hold Mandy, his wife – Juliet’s senior sister. Juliet snuggled to his side. He opened his eyes and studied her. His mind was filled with
guilt. How could you do this to her? What came over you? How could you be so morally lax like this?

But another mind dismissed all the recriminations. It was a good opportunity and he had made the best of it. She wanted him as much as he
wanted her. No one had acted under duress. She wasn’t an under-age, so it was not rape. It was a case of kiss-me-I-kiss-you.

She moved gently and put her right her on his chest. He held the hand and stroked it gently. She finally opened her eyes and looked at him
dreamily. A smile played on her lips and she looked blissful.

‘Good morning, baby girl,’ he greeted.

‘Good morning, big boy,’ she replied, still smiling.

‘What a naughty girl you are,’ he said under his breath.

‘What a naughty man you are,’ she replied.

He sighed and closed his eyes. Her hand cuddled his chest.

‘Oh Juliet, what have you done to me?’

‘I should ask you that question.’


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She picked the pillow again and playfully hit him on the chest. ‘You will explain the Juliet to your wife.’

‘Hey, small girl, take it easy.’

‘I’m not a small girl. I’m a lady.’

‘Yeah, a lady that still wets her pants.’

‘Excuse me?’

He closed his eyes again, but not completely. As she picked the pillow to hit him again, he seized her hands. They stared into each other’s eyes.

‘Now, can you see that you’re powerless? That you’re just a girl,’ he said with a kind of triumphant smile.

‘I’m not a girl,’ she muttered. She struggled futilely to free her hands.

‘Say sorry, uncle,’ he told her.

‘I won’t say it.’

‘Okay, you’re stubborn, abi?’

He gripped her hands more. She attempted more to free the hands, but couldn’t. He pulled her more to himself. Like a mock wrestling match,
she climbed on him and was on his chest. There was a smile on her face; a smile of what-if-I-did-this? It was a child’s play and he was playing
along, as if he was her playmate. He suddenly released her hands.

‘I’ve won,’ she said, sitting on his belly.

‘You couldn’t have won,’ he replied. ‘Not with your feather weight.’

‘Oh, so you call this feather weight.’ She put her full weight on his stomach and her two hands on his chest, as if indeed he was at her mercy.
He gripped her by the waist and up turned her. In a jiffy, he was the one lying on her, chest to chest. She put her mouth to a side, as if trying
to avoid contact with his. He released his grip on her waist, although his hand still lingered there.

‘Ouch!’ she said.

‘Sorry, does that hurt?’ He got down from her. Without waiting for an answer, he rubbed her waist. It was her turn to close the eyes. He had
got down from her, but his hands still held her waist. He rubbed it again. It was obvious the game they were playing was moving from child’s
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They talked into the late night. He yawned and stood up from his seat. A movie was still playing on one of the channels, but he felt he had had enough.

‘I want to retire now,’ he announced.

She briefly clouded her face. ‘Oh, oh. I thought you’re enjoying my company.’

‘Yes, I am. But I feel like lying down.’ He stared into her face. ‘But if you don’t mind, we can continue the conversation in there.’

Again, she clouded her face briefly, and then shrugged. ‘Okay.’

He switched off the television and they moved to his bedroom. He switched on the air-conditioning system in the room.

‘I always want it at its coolest,’ he said. ‘I hope you don’t mind.’

Again she shrugged. ‘Okay.’

He was already in his pajamas, so he simply lay on the bed. She climbed the bed too and moved close to the wall.

‘Yeah, I feel relaxed like this.’ He turned to look at her. ‘So, what do you do in your spare time?’

She grinned. ‘I love to listen to music.’

‘What kind of music?’

‘Any good music – soul, blues, Nigerian music, hip hop, and so on.’

‘Ah, just as I thought.’

‘You listen to music too?’

‘Yes, once in a while. But I belong to the old school.’

‘You should listen to modern hip hop. They’ll be good for you.’

‘Hmn. Maybe, I’ll try to.’ He closed his eyes.

‘Are you already sleeping?’

‘No.’

‘But you close your eyes.’

He opened them. ‘Maybe, I’m just thinking.’

‘Thinking of what?’

He shook his head. ‘Don’t worry. It’s nothing important.’

‘Tell me,’ she said.

He sighed. ‘Okay, if you must know, I was thinking about a very interesting lady I was having conversation with.’

‘Who was that lady, and what were you thinking about her?’

‘Her name is Juliet.’ He closed his eyes again.

‘Juliet? What were you thinking about her?’

‘Nothing.’

She playfully threw her pillow at him. ‘Come on, you can’t be thinking of nothing.’

‘Says who?’

‘Says Juliet.’

‘By the way, the Juliet in question lives in Jos.’

She stared at him. ‘Really?’

‘Yeah.’

She nodded. ‘Good. I’ll tell my sister you’re having an affair.’

He looked at her with a smile. ‘With who?’

‘With …with Juliet of course.’

‘Who’s Juliet?’

She picked the pillow again and playfully hit him on the chest. ‘You will explain the Juliet to your wife.’

‘Hey, small girl, take it easy.’

‘I’m not a small girl. I’m a lady.’

‘Yeah, a lady that still wets her pants.’

‘Excuse me?’

He closed his eyes again, but not completely. As she picked the pillow to hit him again, he seized her hands. They stared into each other’s eyes.



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Juliet smiled. ‘Of course, I can.’ She got to her feet. ‘What do you want for dinner, Your Excellency?’

‘Your Excellency?’ He smiled broadly. ‘I pray I will rise to that level. As for food, anything you prepare will be okay.’

She grinned and went to the kitchen. She remembered his favorite food was fried rice and chicken. There was chicken in the pot of stew, so all she had to do was prepare the fried, just like Mandy, her sister, she was good in culinary skills. About forty minutes later, she served him a steaming meal of fried rice and chicken.

‘Wow! It smells delicious,’ he said. ‘I hope the taste will be very good too.’

Juliet smiled. ‘Well, as they say, the taste of the pudding is in its eating. Take a bite and decide if it’s delicious or not.’

He lifted a spoonful to his mouth and munched for a couple of seconds. ‘Wow, this is really delicious! Where did you learn to cook like this?’

‘I guess it comes naturally,’ she replied she sat across him on the table and served herself.

They ate in silence for a while.

‘You’ve not told me about your experience at the camp,’ he pointed out.

She swallowed what she was chewing. ‘Uncle, it’s not so good o. The food is not appetizing at all.’

He grinned. He was not surprised to hear that.

‘Well, apart from food, what about friendship? Have you been able to make new friends there?’

She nodded. ‘Sure.’

‘Some corpers meet their future partners in the camp and during the NYSC, you know?’

‘Yes, I know.’ Then, she looked at him curiously. ‘I hope you’re not thinking I’m out for a future partner, now, uncle.’

He shrugged. ‘Why not?’

‘I’m just twenty-one.’

‘It doesn’t mean the wedding must be right now. But the future partner can be got there.’

She shrugged too. ‘You’re right anyway.’

After the meal, she took the plates to the kitchen and washed them before she returned to the sitting-room.

‘Uncle, this your job, how exciting is it?’ she wanted to know.

He grinned. ‘It is as exciting as taking a vacation on the Caribbean island.’

‘Wow! That means it must really be exciting.’

‘You can say that again.’

‘But, it’s risky, isn’t it?’

He clouded his face. ‘Risky? How d’you mean?’

She shook her head. ‘I’ve never really fancied journalism. Despite the opportunities it avails, I think it’s still one of the riskiest jobs in the
world.’

‘You’re quite right,’ he agreed. ‘But, there is also the good side. Such as the one I have now.’

‘Well it has paid off for you. There are numerous others that are still struggling and are still exposed to great risks. I will rather join the civil
service than practice journalism.’

Juliet had studied Sociology in the university and had maintained that she would like to work as Social welfare officer on in the Ministry where her course would be appreciated.

He nodded. ‘There’s nothing bad in your aspiration.’

‘Now that you’re connected,’ she prodded, ‘helping me to secure employment in a Ministry or government agency should not be s problem.’

He agreed. ‘Yes, it shouldn’t be a problem.’

‘I never knew you’re a good conversationalist like this,’ Juliet observed. ‘I always thought you’re aloof. In fact, I used to think you were a snob.’

He laughed shortly. ‘You can’t be serious, Juliet. Me, a snob? No, no, no.’

‘I can see that I’ve been wrong all these while, for I’m seriously enjoying your company.’

‘Well, I’m enjoying your company too.’

They talked into the late night. He yawned and stood up from his seat. A movie was still playing on one of the channels, but he felt he had had
enough.

‘I want to retire now,’ he announced.

She briefly clouded her face. ‘Oh, oh. I thought you’re enjoying my company.’

‘Yes, I am. But I feel like lying down.’ He stared into her face. ‘But if you don’t mind, we can continue the conversation in there.’

She shrugged. ‘That’s government job for you. It’s a pleasure briefly working for you, Mr. Ariyo.’

He nodded. ‘It’s indeed a pleasure. Let me have your number. We’ll still be communicating.’

She used her line to call his number.

‘That’s my number.’

‘Yes. I’ll surely saved it.’

He immersed in his work and tried to do his best. Just about noon, Ore called him.

‘We’ve been told to resume by this week Wednesday,’ she informed.

‘I see. I’ll be in Lagos this weekend, so we’ll arrange to see each other,’ he put in.

‘Oh, I so much miss you.’

‘I miss you too. Don’t worry, this Friday is just a few weeks to go.’

Later when he closed and was back at his residence, he realized that he was quite lonely. Jane had been redeployed while Juliet was at the camp. He just had to watch movies and listen to news to reduce his boredom. He had to do that the whole of that week. He became a workaholic and devoted his energy to his work. That Friday evening, he took a flight to Lagos to be with his family.

His children clung on to him as if he had been away for months. Of course, his dear wife, Amanda was glad to have him back too, even if only
for a couple of days. On Saturday, under the guise of seeing some friends, he met with Ore at one of the rendezvous they used.

As soon as they were in the confine of the lodging room, she came to douse his lips with kisses.

‘I miss you, darling,’ she cooed.

‘I miss you too.’

They remained entangled in a passionate embrace and were soon under the bed spread, making love. She looked contented thereafter.

‘This your new Abuja job is taking you away from me for too many days,’ she said.

He grinned to himself. Was it not for good?

‘That’s life,’ he said.

A couple of hours later, they parted ways, after compensating her financially.

He decided to return to Abuja Sunday evening. Yes, any time he came to Lagos, he would be going back by Sunday evening flight. The big
house welcomed him back. He went back to the monotony of indulging in his work and relaxing at home alone. He did not want to start
patronizing any club or social place yet. He was always reserved in such matters.

Monday to Friday, he followed the same routine, from his place of work to his residence. He also decided that his trip to be with his family for
the weekend would be every forth-night. That Friday, on his way from work, he thought of how the weekend would be. Surprisingly, on getting
home, he met Juliet in the house.

‘What a surprise. I thought you’ll be in the camp.’

She grinned at him. ‘I sneaked out of the camp to come and spend the weekend. I’ll go back on Monday. We have one week to go.’
Somehow, he felt he would not he so bored with her being around, after all.

‘Well, it’s alright.’ He shrugged. ‘You’re welcome.’

The cook came to ask what she should prepare for dinner. A look at her drawn face showed that something was wrong.

‘What’s the problem, Ms. Ameh?’ he asked.

‘I’m not feeling too well,’ she said. ‘I think I have malaria.’

‘Oh, sorry about that. That means you should go and rest. Don’t worry, now that Juliet is here, she should be able to prepare meal. Go and
rest.’

‘Oh, thank you, sir.’

She left the sitting-room.

He turned to his sister-in-law. ‘You should be able to prepare something, shouldn’t you?’

Juliet smiled. ‘Of course, I can.’ She got to her feet. ‘What do you want for dinner, Your Excellency?’

‘Your Excellency?’ He smiled broadly. ‘I pray I will rise to that level. As for food, anything you prepare will be okay.’

AmaUwana:
Happy new year op

Many thanks. Same to you.

‘Who again is coming on Friday?’ Jane asked, intruding into his thoughts.

‘My wife’s junior sister.’

‘You’ll have your lady friend and sister-in-law here at the same time?’

He grinned ruefully. ‘No way. One will have to hold on for another.’

He called Ore’s number.

‘Hello, darling. See, something has just cropped up. My wife just called now that her junior sister will be coming to Abuja this Friday, and
she’ll be staying with me. You will have to shelve your coming here for now.’

‘Why?’ she asked.

‘What d’you mean, why? I said the junior sister will be coming here from Friday. That means I have a spy around.’

‘Oh, no. So, how do we see?’

‘I’ll be coming to Lagos, next weekend.’

‘You mean I have to wait that long? Ah, no. That’s not good enough.’

‘Don’t worry. I’ll compensate you for the trouble. As soon as I settle down fully here in Abuja, I’ll come up with better plans.’

With the promise of compensation, Ore was mollified. On Tuesday morning, he was at his desk as early as quarter to eight, ably assisted by
Jane. The days moved fast and he got immersed in his work. Mandy sent her sister’s number to him, so they could open a line of
communication. As if by default, Ayo did not prod Jane for any intimacy again. On Friday, Juliet informed him that she would be coming by road
and should arrive Abuja by two o’clock. He told her to go to his residence direct, as he would still be at work. He also called the security guy
manning his residence to allow Juliet access to the house.
By four o’clock, he decided to close for work. He sat comfortably at the back seat while he was driven back to his residence. The orderly sat at
the passenger’s seat, while Jane sat with him at the back seat.

‘We’re starting the weekend today,’ he began. ‘You can have a break. By Monday, you come back and resume your duties.’

She nodded. ‘That will be welcome.’

‘Yes. Take a break for the weekend. Thank God it’s Friday.’

Some minutes later, they got to his residence. Juliet was already in the house. She came out to greet him.

‘Uncle, good afternoon.’

‘Juliet, you’re welcome. How was your trip? I hope it’s not tiring.’

‘It was okay, uncle. It was smooth and eventful.’

He went to the master bedroom to change to jeans and t-shirt and came back to the large sitting-room to rejoin Juliet, who was watching the
large screen.

‘I must congratulate you on your appointment, sir,’ she said. ‘Congratulations.’

He smiled broadly. ‘Thank you, Juliet. We thank God for everything.’

‘Sister must be very happy that her hubby is working close to the seat of power now.’

He chuckled and nodded. ‘I hope the cook has given you something to eat.’

‘Yes. Thanks for the hospitality.’

Jane came in to inform him that she was set to leave.

‘Alright, Jane. Take care of yourself.’

‘Thank you, sir. Have a nice weekend.’ She left the place.

‘Mandy said you’re starting the orientation camp on Monday,’ Ayo stated.

‘Yes. For the next three weeks or so, I’ll be there.’

‘It’s a worth while experience. I really enjoyed myself during the NYSC.’

She smiled. ‘I hope I’ll enjoy this one o.’

With Juliet, he spent his first weekend in Abuja. On Sunday morning, she dressed up and said she would look around for a church to worship.

‘What about you, uncle? Are you not going to church?’

‘Not today,’ he replied.

She left for the church, while he relaxed with the television. By half an hour past noon, Juliet was back. With her in the house, boredom was off.
He called his wife later that evening, as he had been doing every day.

‘I hope you’re not bored over there,’ she said.

‘Oh, no. Thank God your sister is around. How are the children?’

‘They’re doing fine.’

He chatted with her for several more minutes and finally disconnected the line. On Monday morning, after arriving his office, he asked the driver go back to his residence and to convey Juliet to the orientation camp.

Jane came with the news that she had been redeployed from his office.

‘So soon? You were only here for a week.’

She shrugged. ‘That’s government job for you. It’s a pleasure briefly working for you, Mr. Ariyo.’

He nodded. ‘It’s indeed a pleasure. Let me have your number. We’ll still be communicating.’

She used her line to call his number.

‘That’s my number.’

‘Yes. I’ll surely saved it.’

He immersed in his work and tried to do his best.

Ayo held her hand and led her to the bedroom.

'You're very beautiful outside.' He kissed the back of her right palm. 'Let me see how beautiful you are inside.'

She said nothing. She only grinned at him daringly.

His lips went for hers and there was a long physical contact. His hands started exploring her body. Without any resistance, she assisted him to satisfy his lust.

Thereafter, they lay on the bed, exhausted but content. His phone rang. It was Ore on the line.

'Hello, I hope I'm not disturbing anything,' she said.

'No, nothing. How are you, baby?'

'I'm missing you so terribly.'

'Oh.'

'See, our short mid-semester break starts next week, but I can't wait to be with you. I want to travel this Friday to Abuja. I want to be with
you.'

He looked vividly surprised. 'You don't mean it, Ore.'

She laughed shortly over the line. 'Of course. I mean it. Please send the address of where you're staying there to my WhatsApp number. Be
expecting me on Friday.'

‘Alright. I’m supposed to travel down to Lagos for the weekend. But I guess with your coming, I will shelve my traveling till another time.’

‘Okay, dear. See you.’

‘Yeah, bye.’

He dropped the phone on the stool by the bedside.

‘Your girlfriend?’ Jane asked, staring at him.

‘A lady friend,’ he answered.

‘A girlfriend, all the same. You’re supposed to be married, Mr. Ariyo.’

He smiled. ‘Yes, and you’re not supposed to sleep with a married man, Miss. Jane.’

‘Are you telling me I shouldn’t have done this?’

‘No, dear. I’m telling you that the two of us are guilty of the same passion, by doing this.’

She grinned. He patted her bum and ran his hand over her chest again.

The following morning, he was at work by eight and started his work in earnest. He received a call from his wife few minutes to ten o’clock.

‘I hope you’re not over burdened with the work,’ Mandy said.

‘Oh, no. The work is interesting and I’m enjoying it. How is Lagos and how are the kids?’

‘We’re all fine. They’re already saying they miss you.’

‘I miss them too. Later tonight, I’ll call you in the evening so that I can chat with them.’

‘That will be no problem. Ehn ehn, Juliet just called me some minutes ago. They have received their NYSC posting and she said she had been
posted to the FCT.’

‘Oh, really? That’s interesting. What a coincidence!’

‘Indeed, it’s a big coincidence. The orientation camp starts from next week. She’ll be around by Friday just to familiarize herself with the area.’

‘This Friday? That’s interesting.’

‘Yes, this Friday. That means you’ll shift your coming to Lagos till next weekend.’

‘That’s right. I’ll text the address of this place to you. Send it to her. Send her number to me, too. I will like to know the minute she steps on
Abuja.’

‘Alright. That will be no problem. I will do so.’

After he had ended the conversation, he thought over the coming around of Juliet. From the little he knew about her, she was a good, young
lady. However, having her around him meant he had to be very careful in his affairs with Jane, Ore, or whoever. He thought of Ore being
around and shook his head. There was no way Ore and Juliet would be around his residence at the same time. He must find alternative residence for Ore. Better still, Ore should hold on about coming to meet him.


‘Who again is coming on Friday?’ Jane asked, intruding into his thoughts.
‘My wife’s junior sister.’


‘You’ll have your lady friend and sister-in-law here at the same time?’

He grinned ruefully. ‘No way. One will have to hold on for another.’

He called Ore’s number.

She picked a seat opposite him. 'I'm Jane, and I'm here as your assistant.'

'I'm talking about your personal life, my dear. Tell me about yourself, not your job.'

'Well, if you must know, sir, I'm happily married.'

Ayo was surprised. 'Really?'

Jane burst into laughter. 'I'm married to my job!'

He laughed too. 'You got me there.'

The cook came to ask him what he would like to have for supper. He told her and she was back to the kitchen.

Jane told him about her background, her childhood, schooling and how she was employed by the Ministry of Communications. She had a man in her life, but was not too sure the man was serious about any future plans. The man was always suspicious of her, she said. After she had finished, he wanted to tell her about himself too.

'There's no need you tell me. I already know a lot about you,' she put in.

'What d'you know about me?'

She smiled briefly. 'You were the political editor of I-News. Married. Two kids. Recommended by your former boss, Alfred Idowu to the
Honorable Minister.'


Again, he was surprised. 'How did you know all these?'

Jane smiled. 'I was given a small dossier on you. It goes with the job.'

Jane smiled. They chatted idly thereafter. He obviously seemed to enjoy her company. He mentally compared her with his wife. Unlike his

wife, Jane seemed adept at discussing topics of diverse issues, including politics. About forty minutes later, the cook came to announce that the
food was ready.

Ayo insisted that he and Jane should eat together. It was the sumptuous meal with chicken and turkey. After the food, they were back in the
lounging room. He went to the shelf containing assorted wines, champagne and rum. She wanted to serve him but he insisted on doing it
himself.

Two glasses were filled and they drank as if they were old friends. Ayo was a man good at grabbing opportunity, even when it was obvious he
was taking advantage of the situation.

He further felt justified by the fact that Jane had said she was to keep him company. Well, he felt he would be bored being alone in the four-
bedroom bungalow, so he asked that she should continue to keep him company.

'Honestly, I enjoy conversing with you. It's as if I've known you for a long time.' He patted her cheeks. He was buoyed by her non-resistance
to his overture. 'It's only a lifeless man that will not appreciate speaking to a beautiful lady like you.'

He sounded like he was cooing. Her response was a giggle.

'Say, why don't you let us check out the bedroom and see how the place really looks like.'

‘Is that not early?’

He grinned. ‘I don’t think so. Let’s see how the place looks like.’

Ayo held her hand and led her to the bedroom.

'You're very beautiful outside.' He kissed the back of her right palm. 'Let me see how beautiful you are inside.'

She said nothing. She only grinned at him daringly.

His lips went for hers and there was a long physical contact. His hands started exploring her body. Without any resistance, she assisted him to satisfy his lust.

Ayo suddenly remembered that he had not eaten anything since morning. He suppressed a yawn.

'That reminds me that I've actually not had any bite today. I'll rather eat in the office as I have some things to do now, and there's no point wasting time.'

'Very well, sir. What will you like to eat?'

'Get me some pizza and a bottle of water. I'll also like some apple juice.'

Jane nodded and got to her feet. 'Okay, Mr. Ariyo. At your service.'

She smiled again and left the office in that sleek way she carried herself.

He whistled to himself as he watched her leave. I am also to keep you company, she had said. Wow, that would be interesting.



As soon as Ayo finished his meal, he went back to work. Intermittently, he received phone calls. He was so engrossed in the work that time
seemed to move fast. When it was ten minutes after 4 o'clock, Jane stepped inside his office.

'Just a reminder, sir, that the closing time is 4 o'clock.'

He grinned. 'I know. I'll soon be through.'

He finally stopped working for the day about sixteen minutes after four. He packed some documents into a valise. The laptop would also be
taken home for more work. The office assistant took his things downstairs. Jane steered Ayo to the official car he would be using. There was a
driver waiting. A police officer would also serve as the orderly.

Ayo and Jane sat at the back seats. The sleek car moved out of the premises. He ordered that they should first go to the hotel where he had
lodged. He took his things from his hotel room and checked out of the place. The drive to his new abode was less than ten minutes. The guest
house was a bungalow sited in the government reservation settlement. A uniformed security man opened the gate for them to drive in.

Jane removed his bags from the car and took them inside. The police orderly and the driver were to come around the following morning by
seven. Ayo nodded at them as he dismissed then.

He briefly observed the exterior of the bungalow before he moved inside. It looked like a new building and everything inside looked new.
There was a lounging room, a large sitting-room that was exquisitely furnished, and five bedrooms. In addition, there was a boys’ quarter that
had three rooms.

A cook and a domestic servant were already there in the house. They welcomed him in deference. Ayo realized that he was living a different
life. He was happy for the difference. He went to the big sitting-room, flicked the 90-inch flat screen on and scanned the channels. Jane came to
meet him.

'Sir, I'm in the boys’ quarters, in case you need me.'

Ayo smiled at her. 'Sit down, Jane. Remember, you're to keep me company. Besides, you've not told me about yourself.'

She picked a seat opposite him. 'I'm Jane, and I'm here as your assistant.'

'I'm talking about your personal life, my dear. Tell me about yourself, not your job.'

'Well, if you must know, sir, I'm happily married.'

Ayo was surprised. 'Really?'

Jane burst into laughter. 'I'm married to my job!'

He laughed too. 'You got me there.'

'Yes, I want to make it a surprise. You remember that on Saturday, we were together when my boss called me. He discussed the job. I got it through him. He and the Minister were buddies.'

'Amazing. Accept my congratulations.'

'Thank you.'

'So, when do we see again?'

'I'll be coming to Lagos by weekend. I'll let you know my itinerary.'

They chatted a bit more. Ore said she was missing him already. He assured her it would not be long when they would be seeing again. After the exchange of some words of endearment, the line was disconnected.

He sat back on his seat and switched on the laptop. Then he connected the internet dongle and opened the web pages of national dailies to
read the major news. He brought out his jotter and noted some political news and developments. His work had started in earnest.

Half an hour later, he was still taking down some notes when Ms. Popo called his line.

'Hello, Madam.'

'Hello.' Her voice seemed to be filled with excitement. 'I'm sending someone over to you. Her name is Jane. She will assist you on sundry matters.'

Ayo's brows went up. 'Sundry matters?'

'Yes, she will explain better when she gets there.'

'Okay, madam. Thank you.'

He whistled to himself as soon as the line was disengaged. What would sundry matters be? He was still wondering when there was a soft
knock on his door and the secretary stepped in.

'The perm. sec. sent someone to see you, sir.'

Ayo was surprised the person had already come. 'Yes, let him come in right away.'

'It's a female, sir. I will tell her to come in right now.'

The secretary stepped out of the office. Almost immediately, a lady came in. She couldn't be more than twenty seven. She was almost six
feet tall and had a pretty face. Her hair was stylishly fixed. She looked more like a fashion enthusiast than a government worker.

'Good day, sir. I'm Jane. I was sent by Ms. Popo.'

'Yes.' He looked at her all over again. 'She told me about you, but I didn't get your job schedule.

She smiled warmly and didn't answer him immediately. Her well-fitting clothes looked very new and beautiful.

Ayo smiled too. 'Sorry, I didn't offer you a seat.' He pointed at one. 'Sit down, please.'

The lady who just called herself Jane thanked him and took the offer.

She cleared her throat. 'I'm your assistant on special duties. My schedule covers sundry matters such as taking you around to places, getting
things you need, and such things.'

He nodded. Surely, this job was more interesting than he thought.

She was studying him too. 'For example, after close of work today, I will take you to the guest house where you'll be staying for now, and
show you around.'

He stared at her briefly and nodded again.

'One more thing.' Her countenance was cool and calm. 'I'm also to keep you company in case you're bored.'

He could not resist the chuckle that he made. 'Very interesting.'

He nodded again. 'Alright, Jane. I actually need someone to show me around, here. I mean I hardly know Abuja.'

'That is one of my duties.' She flashed another smile. Her dentition was well-defined and attractive. 'Now, to start with, will you like to eat anything? Will you like the meal to be delivered to you, or will you like to eat out?'

Ayo suddenly remembered that he had not eaten anything since morning. He suppressed a yawn.

'That reminds me that I've actually not had any bite today. I'll rather eat in the office as I have some things to do now, and there's no point
wasting time.'

'Very well, sir. What will you like to eat?'

'Get me some pizza and a bottle of water. I'll also like some apple juice.'

Jane nodded and got to her feet. 'Okay, Mr. Ariyo. At your service.'

There were many perks too. He was entitled to an official car and a driver, a cook and a domestic servant. In the office, he would be entitled to employ a personal secretary and a personal assistant to aid him in the job. Of course, already there was a secretary and an office assistant attached to his office from the Ministry. Wow! He whistled again.



Titi went through the messages on her WhatsApp and wondered at some of the contents. There was a particular message about two ladies that were caught romancing each other in a public place. Some people had descended on them by beating them up. Not satisfied in their desire to humiliate them, they went ahead to strip the two ladies naked. The scene was such a public spectacle and one of the men watching had gleefully videoed it. Now, it had gone viral and some people really derived so much gladness in watching and sharing the nude video.

Titi found the whole thing disgusting and barbarous. If the crowd felt the ladies had committed a crime, why couldn't they apprehend them and hand them over to the police? Why must the crowd take the law into their own hands? To Titi, what the crowd had done was a jungle justice which should be condemned.

A woman came into the office. Her face looked slightly familiar. She could be one of the numerous visitors that came to see the pastor.

'Good morning.' The woman was all smiles. There was happiness in the air.

'Good morning, ma'am.'

'I've come to see the pastor. I was here before. The name is Madam Gloria Meshaga.'

Titi looked apologetic. 'Sorry, but the pastor is not around. He went out to attend a function. Is there anything I can do for you, madam?'

Madam Gloria looked disappointed. 'Oh, how I wish I had seen him in person. I need to see him. Anyway, I will call him.' She brought out her
cell phone from her bag and called Pastor Raymond Olufemi's number.

'Pastor, good morning, sir.' Her radiant look was back. 'Mrs. Gloria Meshaga on the line.' She paused for some seconds. 'Yes, there's good
news. I will like to see you personally to share it.' She waited for some seconds again. 'Alright. I'll be around again tomorrow. I'll come by ten.
Thank you very much, pastor. God will bless you. See you tomorrow morning.'

The madam disconnected the line. She turned to Titi. 'I'll be back again tomorrow morning.' She opened her handbag to return the phone and
to bring out some currency notes. 'Here, have this.'

The money was shoved into Titi's surprised hand. 'Thank you, ma'am.'

'Till tomorrow.'

Titi watched as the important looking woman departed the office. The currency notes she had given her were many. She must be very happy
and generous to do that.



Ayo's cell phone rang. Ore was the one on the line.

'Hello, darling.'

'Hi. I've been trying to get across to you for some time.' Her voice was faint across the line.

'It could be the network. How're you?'

'Fine. Are we meeting at the hotel today?'

Ayo smiled to himself. 'I've got great news for you. Right now, I'm in Abuja. I've got a new job.'

'What?' The surprise was total from her voice. 'You don't mean it!'

'I do. I'm in Abuja, now. I've just started the job of special assistant to the Minister of Communications.'

'And you didn't tell me anything about it before now?'

'Yes, I want to make it a surprise. You remember that on Saturday, we were together when my boss called me. He discussed the job. I got it
through him. He and the Minister were buddies.'

'Amazing. Accept my congratulations.'

'Thank you.'

His dark, stern face portrayed that he was a man who would not take nonsense from anybody. Ayo was however quick to discover that the man had a friendly disposition.

'How was your flight?'

Ayo smiled slightly. ‘It was smooth, sir. I arrived yesterday evening.'

'Really?' The Minister genuinely looked surprised. 'That meant you lodged in a hotel, right?' He paused as Ayo nodded. 'You should have called
me that yesterday. There's a guest house you could have lodged in. It is that guess house you will stay pending the time you will get your official residence.'

The man went on to ask Ayo about his family and when he planned to bring them to Abuja. Ayo answered that they were all fine and he preferred that they should remain where they were for now.

Chief Kolly nodded. 'Now, to business. I believe that as a seasoned journalist you know the briefings of a special assistant on mass and social
media. My good friend, Alfred, who recommended you, gave a brilliant picture of your achievement as a political editor.'

Ayo sighed, nodded but uttered no word.

Kolly studied his younger companion and continued. 'I will always need good and quality advice from you. In this age, the media play a lot of
significant role. The social media are becoming major players too. You will need to understudy the dynamics of these media and use them
maximally to my advantages.'

Ayo nodded as he noted the self-emphasis of the man.

Kolly continued: 'But, I must say this. You're also going to be my political adviser. Your boss, er former boss, says you are adept in political
analysis. You need to study the political terrain more.

'Specifically, you need to study the complexities of our political system and the antics of our political opponents. You will be giving me tactics
on how to successfully overcome the challenges and be ahead of my political adversaries. Even within our party, there are intrigues, bickering
and high-level power play. There are booby traps I must not fall inside. That's another reason why you're here. I do not need to tell you that
the politics of Nigeria is dirty and dangerous. It's survival of the fittest. Therefore, you must be up and doing.'

Ayo nodded again. 'I promise to do my best, sir. I can assure you of quality and proactive advice from time to time. On mass and social
media, I have always believed their vibrancy can be used for national cohesion and development. I believe resources can be used to attain set
goals. On political matters, I'm not a politician, but in political analyses, permutations and foresight, I will be very handy, sir, and I'll give my
best.'

Kolly nodded in agreement. 'Yes, I expect nothing less.' He used the intercom to summon the secretary.

'Tell the Permanent Secretary I want to see her.'

Ayo was bemused. The man could have given the secretary that message on the intercom, couldn't he?

'Yes, sir.' The woman glided out of the office.

Ayo was thoughtful on the job at hand. He knew he had a big task ahead, but he also believed he was equal to the task.

'You will get your letter of appointment signed of course by me from the Perm Sec.' Chief Kolly interrupted his thoughts. 'The letter will spell
out details of your responsibilities and emoluments. The Perm Sec will also give you other necessary information.'

'Thank you, sir.'

There was a rap on the door. It was opened gently. A woman in her late forties stepped inside. She was wearing a black skirt suit that fitted
her well. Somehow, her pretty face had seriousness behind it.

'Good morning, sir.' She looked at the Minister in smile.

'Good morning, Ms. Popo. Please, sit down.'

'Thank you, sir.' The woman sat down gingerly as if the seat was made of egg shells.

'Yes, let me introduce Mr. Ayo Ariyo. He is my new Special Assistant on mass and social media, coming in to replace Mallam Sodique.' The Minister turned to Ayo. 'Mr. Ariyo, meet Ms. Popo, the Perm sec.'

Ayo bowed slightly. 'Good morning, madam. It's a pleasure to meet you.'

The woman smiled at him and offered a handshake. 'You're welcome aboard Mr. Ariyo.'

One hour later, Ayo was sitting comfortably in the office allotted to him. It was on the same floor with the Minister's office. He had submitted
his c.v and photocopies of all his credentials to the Perm sec for documentation. He had also received his letter of appointment. Now in his
office, he perused the letter. All the terms of office were what he expected. His eyes went to the salaries and allowances. He whistled softly to
himself. The figures were more than he thought. No wonder some people were ready to involve in diabolical things for the sake of acquiring and
retaining political power.

There were many perks too. He was entitled to an official car and a driver, a cook and a domestic servant. In the office, he would be entitled to employ a personal secretary and a personal assistant to aid him in the job. Of course, already there was a secretary and an office assistant attached to his office from the Ministry. Wow! He whistled again.

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The last flight of Afresh airline would leave Lagos for Abuja by six p.m. Afresh was a reliable local airline that Ayo preferred to travel with. He decided to leave home by half past four o' clock. Mandy wanted to drive him to the airport, but he insisted on taking a cab.

He had told his wife that barring any change, he would be coming home every weekend to be with his family. Of course, he would always call her on the phone unfailingly.

'Be careful over there.' Mandy tried to curtail her anxiety. She never liked politics or anything political and had never hidden her disdain.
Before now, she hardly engaged in political discussions with him, despite the fact that he was a political journalist. Now that his appointment
was 'purely political', as she put it, she had a lot of reservations.

He smiled to dispel her fear. 'You don't worry my dear. I'm not a politician and neither am I going to join politics. I'm only going there to be
an assistant to the Minister.'

'All the same, be careful.'

He kissed her good bye and left the house. She only drove him to the main road where he would get a cab. The cab he got was a new one,
one of those distributed by the Lagos government in partnership with private operators.

The driver talked a lot. He praised the efforts of the state government in trying to make things better for the people, but slammed the central
government for its lackadaisical attitude towards development affairs. Ayo listened to him without saying much. To the driver, the taciturnity of
his passenger might mean he was apolitical.

Thankfully there was no serious traffic hold-up. Lagos had one of the worst traffic in the world. Ayo got to the local wing of the airport several
minutes before his flight. He went to Afresh airline office to buy his one-way ticket to Abuja. He then went to the Departure lounge and awaited
when the announcement of his flight would be made.

About fifteen minutes to the take-off time, the announcement came that the prospective passengers on his flight should proceed to the
tarmac. He joined the other passengers and proceeded to where the plane was waiting. The flight was smooth. By six fifty p.m. he
disembarked from the plane at its destination. He took one of the green cabs from the airport to Sashi district. There was a modest hotel there.
He knew he still had to keep a low profile for now. He then called Mandy to intimate her of his safe arrival in the city.

Tuesday morning, as early as seven o 'clock, he was already dressed for office. His grey suit was well fitted and he looked ready for serious
business. He looked and smelled good. Clutching his brief case, he left the hotel room to take a cab to the central district, where most of the
ministries had their head offices.

The right wing of the expansive building complex of Block C was where the honorable Minister of Communications and IT had his office. The
secretary welcomed Ayo with a smile as soon as he introduced himself.

'You're already on the appointment list.' She motioned him to a seat. 'Your appointment says nine o'clock. You're a bit early.'

He nodded as he checked his watch. It was just about twenty minutes past eight o' clock. He shrugged as he took his seat to await the
Minister. The man did not come until ten o clock. By them, more than six people were waiting to see him.

It was obvious the man was not eager to attend to Ayo. He only called the latter in after he had attended to three visitors. Finally, Ayo
breathed in sigh of relief when he was called inside the Minister's very expansive and comfortable office.

The man looked up from where he sat majestically. 'Mr. Ayo Ariyo? It's a pleasure to meet you.' There was a warm handshake.

'The pleasure is mine, sir.' Ayo bowed slightly. The man asked him to take a seat.

'Thank you, sir.' Ayo sank into one of the luxurious, well-padded seats. He stared straight into the eyes of the man and studied him. The
Minister, Chief, Doctor John Kolly, as he loved to be addressed, was a man of the world. He was a career politician who had long ago jettisoned
his original profession which was architecture. He was slightly taller than the average height but had a robust stature and rotund stomach. His
dark, stern face portrayed that he was a man who would not take nonsense from anybody. Ayo was however quick to discover that the man had
a friendly disposition.

Next, he called his wife. 'Darling, I've got a call from the Minister I told you about I told you about. He says I'm to resume in Abuja tomorrow morning.' He felt he should demonstrate his surprise at the urgency. 'Can you imagine that? The Minister wants me to resume work tomorrow morning by nine. That means I'll have to take an evening flight to Abuja today.'

'Congratulations, darling.' Mandy tried to sound excited. 'Where are you now?'

'I'm on my way home. I'll need to pack some things.'

'Of course. I'll take permission to close early so that we'll see before you depart.'

'Yeah, that will be alright. See you then.'



Pastor Raymond Olufemi was in his office reading the Holy Bible. He was writing a book titled The Resilience of a Nation. As usual, there would be copious Bible verses to drive home his points. There was a tap on his door. Titi, his P.A came.

'Sorry to disturb you, sir, but there are two men who want to see you.'

Raymond looked up slowly from his reading. 'This is not the scheduled time I should receive visitors, my dear lady.'


Titi grinned apologetically. 'I know, sir. They said they're from Bureau of State Security and it's urgent that they must see you.'

Raymond became alert. The Bureau of State Security (BoSS) was the government agency for internal security, just like what the FBI was to
the U.S.A. He knew that for the agents to be around, it must be for exigent reasons.

'Alright. Tell them to come in'

Titi nodded and left the office. Soon, two men in dark suits entered the office.

Raymond offered them his handshake and pointed at chairs for them.

'I'm Jimmie,' the taller man said. He brought his ID card and briefly showed Raymond. 'My colleague is Dada.'

Raymond nodded. 'You're welcome. How may I help you?'

Jimmie cleared his throat. 'Pastor, we have come to clarify some issues. In your sermon yesterday, you said any government that does not
satisfy its citizens must be ready to face the wrath of God. Can you please shed more light on this?'

Raymond smiled briefly. He was not surprised that the government had sent security operatives after him as a result of the fiery sermon he
gave during the last Sunday service. It was not the first time operatives of BoSS would be his guests. He wondered why government should
become jittery over what was meant to be message of advice.

'Well, gentleman, I hope you really got the main messages of the sermon. It was to charge government to wake up to its responsibility.
Government has the duty of providing basic amenities for her citizens. When leaders are taking oath of office, they are swearing to serve the
people. Therefore, any failure to deliver what they had promised to do, would amount to betrayal of the trust reposed in them.

'God will not be happy with such leaders. God expects human beings to keep to their words. That's why Jesus said let your yes be yes, and
your no to be no. He will hold us accountable to our words, actions or inactions. Therefore, I'll say it again that any government that fails to live
up to its expectations will face the wrath of God.'

The two men were silent for some seconds. Dada scratched his chin slightly. 'And don't you think, pastor, that a sermon or a statement like
that from you can constitute security threat?'

Raymond chuckled. 'In what way can it constitute security threat?'

Jimmie seemed ready to tackle that. 'Sir, you are a well respected man in the society. You have a lot of followers and authority. Don't you
think your words can instigate people to act after you have undermined the government?'

Raymond smiled and relaxed on the chair. If these two men think they could ruffle him, they were making a mistake. But he understood
them. They were only doing their job.

'No one is undermining the government.' He lifted the Bible up. 'This is the book of life. It is my duty to preach it and to say things the way
they should be said, without fear or favour.'

Raymond calmly went on to tell them that all he was doing was to urge government to spring into action. If government embarked on good
policies, it would be to its advantages. They asked him few more questions and rose up to go.

'Thank you, sir for your time.' Jimmie adjusted his tie. 'That will be all for now.'

Raymond stood up too. 'Gentlemen, you're welcome. I pray the good Lord will direct the affairs of our nation such that things will be rosy for
both the leaders and the led in Jesus name.'

Without zeal, the men mumbled Amen and left.




The last flight of Afresh airline would leave Lagos for Abuja by six p.m. Afresh was a reliable local airline that Ayo preferred to travel with. He
decided to leave home by half past four o' clock. Mandy wanted to drive him to the airport, but he insisted on taking a cab.

Even across the line, Ayo could perceive arrogance, conceit, and imperiousness.

'Good morning, sir.'

'Yeah. My good friend, your oga, must have told you about me, is that not so?'

'Yes, sir. He has, sir.'

'Very good. When are you starting the work?'

'As soon as you want me to, sir. I can start any time you want me to start.'

'Very good.' There was a long pause. 'You're to start tomorrow morning. By nine in the morning, be in my office here in Abuja.'

'Yes ... yes, sir.'

The Minister disconnected the line. Ayo whistled to himself.


'Wow!' He stood up from his seat. Things were moving faster than he had envisaged. He would have to go to Mr. Idowu's office to intimate
the boss of the latest development. He picked up his phone and moved towards the glass door of the cubicle office. Before he got to it, Kola, the assistant editor who worked with him came inside.

Kola was all smiles. 'Congratulations, Mr. Ayo Ariyo.'

Ayo was surprised.

'Yes, Mr. Idowu called me to his office some minutes ago. He told me you'll soon be on your way to Abuja for a political appointment. You're
to handover to me. Aren't you lucky?'


'So, you know already?' The surprise was still on Ayo's face.

'Yes, I know.' Kola shook his hand. 'Congratulations, brother. I'm happy for you.'

'Thank you.' Ayo felt elated. Who would not?

Things appeared to move very fast the rest of that day. After he was through with the handover, he went to Idowu's office to thank the man
for all he had done. His secretary said he had gone out for an engagement. Ayo then called his number.

'Good day, sir. I want to thank you sir for everything. I've already handed over to Kola. I want to go home now and prepare myself for the
trip to Abuja. I really thank you, sir.'

Idowu laughed over the line. 'Don't mention. You just don't forget our deal.'

'I'll never forget, sir. Thank you, sir.'

Next, he called his wife. 'Darling, I've got a call from the Minister I told you about I told you about. He says I'm to resume in Abuja tomorrow
morning.' He felt he should demonstrate his surprise at the urgency. 'Can you imagine that? The Minister wants me to resume work tomorrow
morning by nine. That means I'll have to take an evening flight to Abuja today.'

'Congratulations, darling.' Mandy tried to sound excited. 'Where are you now?'

'I'm on my way home. I'll need to pack some things.'

'Of course. I'll take permission to close early so that we'll see before you depart.'

'Yeah, that will be alright. See you then.'

He grinned. 'Of course, no. All the same, I really should start putting some things in order now. The new job may start sooner than I expect.'

He gave her a peck and left the house. He drove to the office and did some work until it was some minutes to nine when he left for Idowu's house.

He entered the man's luxurious sitting-room few minutes to ten. He was asked to wait for his host. Few minutes after, Alfred Idowu came down to meet him.

'The honorable Special Assistant!' Idowu was full of smile as he greeted him.

Ayo found the statement jocund. 'Good evening, sir.' The two men shook hands.

'I can see you were punctual.' Idowu nodded. 'That's good. I hope you'll continue to take every other thing with equal zeal.' He paused to
regard Ayo. 'Now, let's not waste time. Please, this way.'

Ayo followed him upstairs. They went to the last room down the corridor. Idowu brought out a key and gingerly opened the door. He stepped
in and gestured Ayo to do the same. As soon as Ayo entered the place, Idowu bolted the door. What Ayo saw amazed him. The wall was
painted red. Even the carpet on the floor was red. There were certain fetish objects hanging from the ceiling. There was something dreadful
about the place. It reminded him of some shrines in the homemade movies he had watched.

But this was certainly not a scene of a movie. It was s scene of stark reality. Involuntarily, Ayo shuddered. The eerie atmosphere was unnerving. So, the highly intelligent and intellectual man could engage in something like this; something so fetish and out of place!

'Here we are.' Idowu smiled as he watched the surprise on Ayo's face. The latter nodded dumbly.

Idowu removed an idol from a corner of the room and placed it on a red stool. He held the right side of the idol and instructed Ayo to hold the left side.

Then, the oath commenced. Ayo vowed allegiance to his benefactor, in joy or in pain. He swore never to betray the man. He added that if he
ever went against his words or engage in treachery, woe should betide him.

The next morning, Ayo was in the office to do some work. Though he had been assured that he would get the new job, he would still diligently
carry on with his present job. He went through news reports and did some editing. Then, he updated the on-line version. By few minutes to ten, reporters and news correspondents were filing in the latest news stories. His cell telephone rang. He picked it almost immediately.

'Hello?'

'Hello.' It was a mature female voice. 'Is that Mr. Ayo Ariyo?'

'Yes, please.'

'Please, hold on for your caller.'

There were seconds of pause. Ayo wondered who the caller was.

'Hello?' The guttural voice was unmistakably a man's own. 'Is that Ayo Ariyo?'

'Yes, sir. Who am I speaking with, please?'

'I'm Chief, Doctor John Kolly, the Honorable Minister of Communications and IT of Federal Republic of Nigeria.'

Even across the line, Ayo could perceive arrogance, conceit, and imperiousness.

Many journalists angled to get a better or a political job. Although working for I-News was very rewarding, compared with the working conditions of other print media outfits, Ayo would not mind moving up the ladder to a much higher level. In Nigeria, the competition was really stiff and better opportunities came sparingly. Now that he had the opportunity - a case which could be once in a life time - he would not allow the opportunity to slip by, even if Idowu wanted him to swear before a shrine!

He decided he would not tell any colleague or associate yet about the new job that awaited him. He soon left his office. As he drove home, his mind refused to stop ruminating over his conversation with Idowu. The new job meant he would relocate from Lagos to the Nigeria's capital city, Abuja. While Abuja was the administrative capital, Lagos remained the commercial nerve center of the nation.

He thought of calling Ore and asking her to meet him at the Venusia Hotel, but decided against it. It was already few minutes to eight in the evening and he didn't really want to get home to his family late. No, he would go home early and be a good family man tonight. He stopped at the Lacosa stores to buy some drinks. He had not got the job yet, but he was already in the mood for celebrations.

It was few minutes after eight when he got home. Their three-bedroom apartment was one of the four flats in the one-storey building. His two children were watching movies on the television while his wife was in the kitchen.

'Hello, children.'

'Daddy, welcome,' they chorused. He patted them on the head, put the nylon containing what he just bought on the center table and
went to the cooking room to meet his wife.


'Hi, darling.' He went over to her and gave her a peck.

She was pleasantly surprised to see him. 'You're early today.'

He smiled. 'Yes, it happens like that once in a while.' He sniffed the air. 'So, what're you cooking?'

'Our favorite.' By that, she meant fried rice, fried plantation and fried chicken. He had earlier taken rice but wouldn't mind taking it again.

He smiled easily. 'The aroma of this place is so tantalizing.' He stayed with her in the kitchen until she finished the cooking. To Mandy,
his wife, he was a perfect husband any lady should pray for. She never had an inkling of any infidelity on his part and always saw him as a
model husband.

It was when they were about to go to bed that he told her about the job offer Idowu discussed with him. He told her he would accept the job and was only waiting for the message from the Minister. However, he didn't mention the aspect of taking a personal oath of allegiance.

'That means there will be relocation to Abuja?'

'Definitely. Abuja is where all government ministries have their headquarters.'

Mandy changed into a nightwear. 'So, what happens to us - the children and I?'

Ayo had not thought about that. His wife worked in Lagos as a teacher in a highbrow secondary school. Would he have to move all his
family members to Abuja? If he should do that, it would mean that she would lose the job and start job-hunting again. That would not be an easy thing to do as Nigeria had a bustling labor market.

He chuckled. 'I've not even thought of that at all.' He noticed that his wife did not really display enthusiasm about the new 'job'.

'Anyway, we'll see how things turn out to be.' He shrugged it off. He decided that whether his family would follow him or not, he would
take the government 'job'.

The following morning which was a Sunday, Ayo found his mind going to the 'Abuja affair' even as he and members of his family prepared for church service. In the church, his mind was going off and on. He barely made much meaning from the preaching of the pastor.

When it was four o'clock, he told his wife he wanted to tidy up some work in the office.

'I might come back late. Don't you worry if I am late.'

Mandy looked a bit anxiously. 'You're not starting the new work tomorrow, are you?'

He grinned. 'Of course, no. All the same, I really should start putting some things in order now. The new job may start sooner than I

expect.' He gave her a peck and left the house. He drove to the office and did some work until it was some minutes to nine when he left for Idowu's house.

Kudos. Keep it up.

To his surprise, the woman went on her knees.

'Pastor, if through you my husband will stop this evil, then I will forever be grateful.'

'Madam, please don't knee down for me. I'm not the one to do it.' He was vehement. 'It's God that will do it.'

'I know it's God that will do it, but my mind keeps telling me to come and meet you. Please, help me to stop this shame. Tell God to stop this infamous act.'

Raymond nodded. 'The Lord will take away any shame from you and your family. The good Lord that sees the heart will take sorrow from your life. Your children will grow up to be responsible and be good models in Jesus mighty name.'

'Amen.' Her response was fervent. 'Amen and Amen.' She stood up. 'I really appreciate your response, pastor. God will continue to bless you. More anointing for you, in Jesus name.'

'Amen. Thank you, madam. I will continue to pray for your family over this matter. I'm sure God will intervene.'

'Thanks, sir, once again for your time. I will collect your phone number from your secretary and be calling you. I will also be coming around to see you.'

'You'll always be welcome, madam.'

The woman dipped her hand inside her handbag. 'I have this little thing for you.'

The hand held a white envelope. She extended it to him.

'For me?' He took the envelope from her and put it on the table. 'Thank you for your gesture. God bless.'

She curtsied. 'Please, I want the prayers to be very hot. I believe God will answer the prayers through you.'

She curtsied again and left. Raymond sat for some time in silence. Who could have known that a very powerful man like Edward Meshaga
would get involved in such immoral thing? And with his own daughter!

Raymond shrugged. It was nothing new. He had heard about such an aberration several times before - from the poor to the affluent.
Some human beings would always throw decency to the dogs.




Ayo was in a very delighted mood. After leaving his office, he went to his office cubicle to get some papers. He whistled to himself. If what
he had been told jelled, then he would soon be saying farewell to the office and the present job, at least for now. The prospects of the new
task thrilled him.

Many journalists angled to get a better or a political job. Although working for I-News was very rewarding, compared with the working conditions of other print media outfits, Ayo would not mind moving up the ladder to a much higher level. In Nigeria, the competition was really stiff and better opportunities came sparingly. Now that he had the opportunity - a case which could be once in a life time - he would not allow the opportunity to slip by, even if Idowu wanted him to swear before a shrine!

He decided he would not tell any colleague or associate yet about the new job that awaited him. He soon left his office. As he drove
home, his mind refused to stop ruminating over his conversation with Idowu. The new job meant he would relocate from Lagos to the Nigeria's capital city, Abuja. While Abuja was the administrative capital, Lagos remained the commercial nerve center of the nation.

He thought of calling Ore and asking her to meet him at the Venusia Hotel, but decided against it. It was already few minutes to eight in
the evening and he didn't really want to get home to his family late. No, he would go home early and be a good family man tonight. He
stopped at the Lacosa stores to buy some drinks. He had not got the job yet, but he was already in the mood for celebrations.

'That's another smart thinking from you.' Idowu moved his head approvingly. 'You know my house, don't you?'

'Yes, I do.'

'Let's meet there tomorrow by ten p.m.'

Ayo's brows went up. 'You mean ten, in the morning, sir?'

The boss shook his head. 'No, I mean ten in the night.'

He stood up. Ayo stood up too.

'You must not fail to be there at the appointed time.' For the third time that evening, Idowu extended his hand for a handshake. 'Once again, congrats, Ayo. See you tomorrow.'

Ayo was all smiles. 'Thank you, sir. God bless you.'

* * *

The woman tried a smile again, but it looked more like a grimace. 'I have come to make a request and I will be so glad if you can grant it.'

The pastor's eyes became wide-opened. 'What request could that be?'

There was silence for some moments. The music seeping in from the auditorium had ceased. The choir must have finished their
rehearsals. In the office, the only sound that could be heard was coming from the electronic standing fan.

The woman cleared her throat again. 'It's about my husband.'

Pastor Olufemi was patient. 'What about him?'

The woman stared as if she was unsure about how to start.

He had to prompt her. 'What about your husband?'

She sighed. 'I caught him sleeping with our fourteen years old daughter.'

Raymond caught his breath. 'Is ...is that so?'

Her nod was emphatic. 'Yes, it is so, pastor. I've caught them twice already. Each time I caught them, he would say it's the work of the devil. He would promise it would not happen again. I feel so sad about it. Is there anything you can do about it? Can you pray to God to make him stop this madness?'

It was his turn to sigh. He thought for some seconds. 'The first thing I want you to know, madam, is that there is nothing our God cannot
do. Nothing is too big for Him to do. On my part, I can intercede on your behalf that God should intervene and change the situation. I'm not promising anything but I know there's nothing God cannot do.'

To his surprise, the woman went on her knees.

'Pastor, if through you my husband will stop this evil, then I will forever be grateful.'

'Madam, please don't knee down for me. I'm not the one to do it.' He was vehement. 'It's God that will do it.'

'I know it's God that will do it, but my mind keeps telling me to come and meet you. Please, help me to stop this shame. Tell God to stop
this infamous act.'

Idowu nodded too. He looked at the young man intently. 'Let me start by saying that I've looked into your profile keenly. You have been a good journalist with keen nose for news. You have written many exposé. Your editing is thorough while your columns are incisive.'

Ayo felt honored. 'Thank you, sir.'

'I'm impressed by your sterling performance. I have a deal for you, Ayo.'

Ayo sat upright. 'A deal?'

Idowu breathed in deeply and smiled. 'Yes, a deal. It's a deal that will mutually benefit the two of us.'

Ayo was curious. What kind of deal could that be? He braced himself.

'My good friend, the Minister of Communications and IT wants a Special Assistant on mass and social media. I'm thinking of recommending you for the job.'

Ayo was very attentive. The import of what his boss said hit him and he broke into a smile. 'That's a good deal, sir. I'm grateful.'

Idowu raised his hand to stop him. 'That's not the deal. That's just the proposition.'

Ayo stared at him. His mind raced in frenzy. Well, what was the deal?

Idowu seemed to enjoy the keenness and anticipation of his employee. He smiled again. 'This is the deal. Upon your acceptance of the
proposition, you will agree to remit forty percent of your income to me. Forty percent of all your earnings from that office. You will also
protect my interests, including my business. That is the deal.'

Ayo appeared to think over it. He mused briefly over the keywords - remittance, forty percent, protect interests.

'Perhaps you want to think over it.' Idowu opened his diary. 'I'll give you up till tomorrow afternoon. By Sunday noon, you must
communicate your acceptance or rejection of the offer to me.'

Ayo smiled warmly. 'There's nothing to think about, sir. I gladly accept the offer.'

Idowu smiled knowingly. 'That's very smart of you.' He extended his hand for a handshake again. 'Congrats.'

'Thank you, sir.'

Idowu nodded. 'You're welcome. There's one more thing. When will you be available for the swearing?'

'You mean the oath of office? As soon as possible, sir. Anytime. If I get the letter of employment from the Minister today, I will be ready
to travel to Abuja right now.'

Idowu broke into a laughter. Then, he became serious and looked sternly. 'I'm not talking about oath of office. I'm talking of oath of
allegiance to me.' He touched his chest earnestly.

Ayo stared briefly and blinked rapidly. 'Well, I didn't ...'

Idowu butted in. 'There must be personal oath of allegiance to me. It's a precondition to the deal.'

'I understand, sir.' Ayo nodded in agreement. If the man would need an oath before he could trust him, that should not be a problem or
a barrier. Was it not just about averring that he would keep his own side of the bargain?

Ayo smiled. 'That will not be a problem sir. I will be ready for the oath anytime.'

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Raymond nodded modestly. 'To God be the glory. I'm just a vessel in his hands.'

'Yes, we must indeed thank God.' She cleared her throat. 'I'm Chief Mrs. Gloria Meshaga. My husband is the famous politician, Chief Edwin Meshaga.'

Raymond nodded. 'I see.'

Chief Edwin Meshaga was indeed a famous man. He was the chairman of the board of trustees of the ruling political party. People knew
him as a very crafty and smart politician.

'You're welcome, madam. What can I do for you?'




Ayo drove his SUV into the premises of I-News building complex. The clock on the dashboard showed the time to be few minutes to seven
o 'clock. He got down from the car, locked it and walked briskly into the building. He was the political editor of the national newspaper. He had joined the newspaper soon after his national graduate service. From a political reporter, he had risen to become the political desk
editor. It was not easy but he had braved the odds.

He took the staircase to the first floor where the publisher and the ebullient Chief Executive had his expansive office. Alfred Idowu was not just a publisher, he was a man of connections and great influence. He wined and dined with the mighty ones in the society, up to the
President and Grand Commander of the armed forces.

Ayo opened the anteroom of the Chief Executive office. The office was cold, courtesy of the split air-conditioner. The ever busy secretary
was at work. She smiled up at him.

'The chief has been expecting you.' Her eyes searched him. She adjusted her glasses.

Ayo's smile was apologetic. 'Is he in the office now?'

She nodded and gestured towards the door to his office. 'He's expecting you.'

When Ayo entered the office, Idowu was on the phone. Ayo curtsied. The man paused from listening on the phone and gestured that Ayo
should sit down. Ayo nodded and sat comfortably. The office was colder than the anteroom. Ayo would have preferred that it should not be
that cold. He searched the office with his eyes. Many plaques and trophies were on display. I-News was certainly hot in laurels.

Idowu finished the conversation and cut the line.

'Ayo Ariyo, how do you do?'

'I'm fine, sir.' Ayo shook the hand that was extended to him.

'How's our political beat?'

Ayo nodded. 'It's getting more intriguing and interesting every day, sir. The ruling party affirms that good governance is going on, but
the leading opposition party says the reverse is the case. It's a season of politicking.'

Idowu nodded too. He looked at the young man intently. 'Let me start by saying that I've looked into your profile keenly. You have been
a good journalist with keen nose for news. You have written many exposé. Your editing is thorough while your columns are incisive.'

Ayo felt honored. 'Thank you, sir.'

'I'm impressed by your sterling performance. I have a deal for you, Ayo.'

Ayo sat upright. 'A deal?'