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Kaycee9242:
Exactly what i just thought of now, d situation is too terrible. Op thanks for the update

jenifer007:
E be like say simi get spirit husband wey dey kill all her suitors....Wuraserano you are really good sis....well done

Thanks so much for your favorable disposition.

We had been on the road for more than forty minutes. I was sure we were getting close to Ibadan now. But, then, the devil struck. I used the word 'the devil' because I believed the situation was what could be averted. Tayo leaned over to give me a short kiss.

'Hey, you're driving,' I quickly said.

'I know.' He continued with the kiss and at that very moment, he lost the control of the wheel.

The jeep veered off the express way in a flash and hit something (I wouldn't know what exactly it was). That was the last thing I remembered.

*. *. *

I could hear some distant voices. Then, the sounds seemed to grow nearer. I opened my eyes, but at first, everything was blurred. I closed the eyes and opened them again. I could see some men in uniform trying to open the side door of where I sat.

They succeeded and strong hands pulled me out of the car wreckage. I was put on a stretcher and put in a waiting car. My God, what happened?

Where was Tayo? How did this happen? My mind was blurred with images. I felt weak and enfeebled. Several minutes later, I was wheeled inside a hospital. It was an emergency case and activities around me were in frenzy.

I was put on a bed. Drips were passed to my veins while a gentle hand tried to examine my body. I soon drifted to sleep. I wouldn't know for how long I had slept. When I opened my eyes, I saw mummy, staring at me.

'Mummy, you're here,' I said, trying to sit upright on the bed.

'Hey, just lie back and rest on the bed,' she said kindly.

'How did I get here?' I asked. 'How did you know I was here? What about Tayo? Where is he and how is he?'

'Hey, calm down,' I heard a man in white coat say as he moved to my bedside. I later realized that his name was Doctor Christopher.

'Take it easy, and don't strain yourself,' he said.

My mind went into panic when I remembered Tayo. 'Hey, what about Tayo? What about him?'

'Calm down,' the doctor said again. 'Relax yourself.'

Mummy held my right hand. 'Simi, you really need to calm down. Just thank God you're alive.'

Indeed, I needed to be grateful to God that I came out of that ghastly accident only with minor bruises. All the same, my whole body was subjected to thorough check and examinations.

But I was still worried about Tayo. I had not seen nor heard about him. It was the morning of the second day that I got hints that he was dead.

They finished their food and were ready to move on. He took her to his duplex lodge where they popped a bottle of brandy and drank as if there was something to celebrate. The heat was on.

* * *

Jide didn’t get home on Tuesday evening until about a quarter of an hour to ten. His lateness was becoming more and more pronounced these days and his wife was getting worried. He would come in late to complain about the load of work.

She hoped he would not be too tired to listen to her and see reason. Mama beat her to it. Right when Jide was taking his supper, his mother went to sit by the dining table.

From the way she looked, he rightly suspected that he was in for another grilling. He braced himself for it.

‘You’re coming home too late recently,’ mama started.

‘It’s my work. It’s becoming very demanding.’

‘You mean your work is keeping you in the office till ten p.m.?’

‘Not exactly. If I leave work, for example, at 8.00 p.m., I still have the traffic to contend with before I get home. That’s why it looks like I come in late.’

‘It’s not that it ‘looks’ like. It is. Look at the time. Why must you work till eight?’

‘I’m sorry. I’ll try to cut the working hours.’ There was never any way he was going to tell his mother that he was keeping a steady date outside and was spending some time with her after office hours.

‘You must do that. If the workload is so much, why doesn’t the firm employ more people? Why must they overwork you?’

His mother was on point. He nodded and ate on.

‘You know how terribly unsafe Lagos is,’ mama went on. All these armed robbers.’

‘I understand your fear, mom. God is guiding over me.’

‘Of course, of course. I know God is guiding you. All the same, you too must be security-conscious and must not do things that will give the devil a chance.’

He nodded again. I’ll cut the office hours, as I said.’

Childhood memories flooded his brain and he felt like a child again. His mother had not learnt to talk to him as an adult, who – though needed counseling from time to time – mustn’t be prevailed upon to take advice.

She was always the authoritative, loving mother who was giving directives to a loveable but petulant son.

Later, as he lay in bed, Yeni told him she had something very important to discuss with him.

She was sitting up on the king-sized bed and that meant what she wanted to discuss with him was indeed very important.

He looked at her closely. ‘I hope there’s no problem, or serious problem.’

She sighed and closed her eyes for some time. Her fears about his suspected infidelity was becoming more evident. She thought she could perceive some female perfume on him when he came home that night.

She had been feeling that way anytime he came home in the past recent nights.

It must be figment of her imagination, she had tried to dismiss in her mind. Twice in the last few days, she had called his office telephone line about seven p.m., the so-called time he said he was still holed up there working. The phone had rung on and on without being answered. He was obviously not in there.

‘It’s about your coming home late,’ she started.

He grunted and chuckled. ‘Is that why you look so disturbed? You know my work. That’s what delays me.’

‘It’s not your work,’ she declared.

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He played an R & B music on the car stereo, making sure that the vibrating music was very loud. After about five minutes’ wait, the girl he was waiting for walked towards his car. She was dressed to kill.

The micro mine left a lot to be desired; while the body hug was very skimpy. You could see the navel. You could see the top edges of the undies. The clothes were damned revealing.

Biyi whistled in appreciation. He liked that. He liked those that had the gut to reveal all. She joined him in the car.

‘You look swell,’ he commented, grinning.
She mumbled her thanks and gave a smile.

‘You haven’t told me your name,’ he went on.

‘Because you haven’t asked.’ Again that daring look. ‘I’m Ekaette, but you can call me E.K. for short.’

‘Lovely name,’ he replied. It was a perfect answer from somebody who didn’t even understand the meaning of the name he had heard.

‘I’m Biyi.’ Now, this was great; he was not using an alias this time around. ‘I’m pleased to meet you.’

She grinned. ‘Me too.’

He started the car and drove out of the campus.

‘We’ll have something to eat, then we’ll have some drinks in my place. What d’you think about that?’ He was trying to be charming. The prince himself.

‘Good idea. No problem at all.’

He drove to a burger joint at Ojuelegba. It was one place he had been with Freddy on a couple of occasions since he came back to Nigeria.
The service girl approached with a patronizing smile. They ordered burgers, chips and malt drinks.

‘So, what’re you studying?’ he asked his companion.

‘Sociology,’ Ekaette replied shortly.

‘Good course. Is it interesting?’ the assertion and the question lacked concord but none of them seemed to notice.

‘I think it is. I’m a level 200 student.’

‘Ah,’ he sighed.

She couldn’t be more than twenty, still a girl, but already wise in things of the world. Going out with Biyi and ultimately snatching him from Joyce was a triumph for her. She had no scruples about doing what she was doing. Joyce had wronged her by snatching Chukwuma, a wealthy Igbo guy from her. Ekaette had only gone out with him for few weeks.

Ekaette was not the type to allow things to happen just like that. She had given Joyce a good fight for it. At the end, Joyce won, pyrrhic victory or not. Ekaette had taken it calmly, waiting for her time.

Now, it was time for Ekaette to pay her back. Sweet revenge. She was having the last laugh, wasn’t it? It was tit for tat.

‘What do you plan to do when you leave school?’ he asked.

She laughed shortly. ‘I don’t really know yet. I may look for a job around.’ She shrugged. ‘Who knows, I may be able to do something worthwhile. If not, I may jet out to Canada.’

Canada again, he thought and smiled. ‘Lucky you.’ He allowed a pause. ‘I’m in business in U.S.A.’

She looked at him curiously. Just as he had thought, she was fascinated. ‘That’s interesting,’ she said. ‘What kind of business do you do?’

‘Over there, I sell computer software.’ He said it in a way to make Bill Gates proud. She looked blank. Obviously, she didn’t know much about that line of business.

‘That’s interesting,’ she repeated.

They finished their food and were ready to move on. He took her to his duplex lodge where they popped a bottle of brandy and drank as if there was something to celebrate. The heat was on.

Four weeks later, Tina was set to travel outside Nigeria. She had done all the arrangements and all the travel documents she needed were ready.

'I'm going to miss you, my baby,' she said, giving me a bear hug. I was surprised to see tears in her eyes.

'I will miss you too,' I said.

'Maybe we'll send for you to come and join us over there,' she put in.

I knew that was consolatory. It was very unlikely that I would ever do so.

Tina had sublet her apartment to one of her friends.

'We'll be contacting each other,' she said, more like a promise. I nodded. That was how Tina left Nigeria.

That very weekend she traveled, Tayo said we should travel to Ibadan together.

'I want to know your mum. I'm sure she's lovely. You must have taken after her.'

I smiled at his compliment. On Friday morning, I called mummy to let her know I would be bringing my 'man' home.

'That will be lovely, Simi. I've long been expecting that. He's welcome. The house is having a better look now, and Deola too said she would be around for the weekend.'

'Oh, great,' I said. 'The whole thing is like family re-union,' I said and laughed.

I also informed Mrs. Shitta that I would like to take Saturday and Sunday off.

'I'll be travelling to Ibadan with Tayo, the new man in my life,' I told her.

'Oh, that's good,' she said. 'Safe journey and my regards to Bimbola.'

Tayo came to pick me on Saturday about ten in the morning. I had only a small bag containing two blouses and two skirts, with some personal effects. Tayo came with a Prado jeep.

He was behind the steering and he looked so excited that finally, he would be meeting with my mum. The journey began in earnest. He drove to join the Lagos/Ibadan Highway.

'I will have to fill the fuel tank,' he said. He branched at a filling station to have the tank filled and the trip continued.

'I've told daddy that I would like you to stop working at that hotel as soon as we get married,' he announced.

I looked at him sharply. 'Why?'

He smiled. Using the left hand to control the steering wheel, he wrapped his right hand on my shoulders. 'I just don't want you to continue working there. You're a princess, my dear, and must be treated as one.'

'So, what will I be doing?' I asked.

'Well, if you insist on doing something, what about opening a super market or a pharmaceutical store for you? I think that one is more befitting than my princess working in a hotel.'

I nodded. What he said seemed to make sense.
'Don't worry,' he went on. 'Even when you're not working, the allowance I'll be giving you will be more than your present salary.'

I chuckled. 'That will be very generous of you.'
He squeezed my right shoulder.

'Anything for you, princess. Anything. I can even die for you.'

I laughed shortly. 'Ah, please, don't talk about death. Let's talk about life.'

'You're right my dear.'

About twenty minutes into the journey, I dozed off. Many minutes later, I was back to reality.
'How was your nap?' he asked, grinning.

'Fine,' I replied.

We had been on the road for more than forty minutes. I was sure we were getting close to Ibadan now. But, then, the devil struck.

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He drove to his grand residence, his parents’ mansion.

‘By next week, I’ll be moving to my own apartment,’ he said. ‘I should stop living with my parents.’

I nodded. He had a point there. I was there with him till the following morning which was on Sunday. He brought a t-shirt and a pair of jeans trousers for me to wear.

The t-shirt was okay but the pair of trousers was too big for me. I had to wear the jeans I wore the previous day. Tayo drove me back to Comely hotel complex.

‘Thanks for the wonderful weekend,’ I said.

He smiled radiantly. ‘I should be the one to thank you for taking your time off to be with me.’

Before I got down from his car, he put an envelope inside my handbag. ‘Take that for the remaining part of the weekend.’

‘Oh, no, you don’t have to do that,’ I said quickly as I removed the envelope and stretched my hand towards him to return it.

He smiled easily. ‘Come on, Simi, I want you to have it.’

‘But, this is becoming too much,’ I said. ‘A relationship shouldn’t be based on give-and-give.’

He burst into laughter. ‘What a noble heart you have! Well, Tayo here wants you to have it. It is a gift he has willingly given. I think you should accept it.’

With his posturing, there was no need I argue again. ‘Alright, thank you so much, darling.’

Later that evening, after I closed from work, I called Tina.

‘Are you in your house this evening or are you going out?’ I asked her.

‘I’ll be around. You’re coming over, baby?’

‘Yes. See you.’

I was in her house by nine-thirty p.m. She had prepared a meal of wheat and egusi soup.

‘Ah, I meet you well,’ I said, smiling at her.

She had obviously prepared for my coming. The quantity of the meal showed that. I sat down by her side at the dinning-table, washed my hands and dished generous portion of the food for myself.

‘Hmn, the soup is very tasty,’ I commented. ‘I trust you.’

She smiled. ‘Yeah, you can say that again.’

'Your husband will enjoy your culinary skill,' I teased.

She stared at my bust. 'Yes. And your husband will enjoy those firm boobs.'

We laughed shortly and ate our food. After the meal, I cleared the plates and washed them in the kitchen. I soon rejoined Tina in the sitting-room.

'Tara, my lady in South Africa wants me to join her,' she announced.

'Really?'

'Yes. She wants me to join her in Cape Town asap.'

I briefly thought about the prospects of Tina relocating to South Africa. Despite her 'bad girl' image, there was no doubt that I would miss her if she should go.

'So, what d'you plan to do? Are you going to leave?'

'I don't know yet,' she answered. 'What d'you suggest?'

I appeared to mull over her question. 'If your going will pay off economically, I'll say you should go. But there's no doubt that I'm going to miss you here terribly.'

She nodded in agreement. 'I'm surely going to miss you too, but, hey, let's wait and see. I've not totally made up my mind about it.'

A week after this, Tina informed me that Tara kept insisting that she should come over to S.A.

'She sent five thousand dollars to cover my travelling expenses. Of course, the expenses are far less than that. But it shows she really wants me to come over. I think I have to go.'

I suddenly realized that the moment Tina decided to travel, there was no way I could hold her back. Besides, from all indications, the bond between her and Tara was stronger than between me and her.

Four weeks later, Tina was set to travel outside Nigeria. She had done all the arrangements and all the travel documents she needed were ready.

'I'm going to miss you, my baby,' she said, giving me a bear hug. I was surprised to see tears in her eyes.

'I will miss you too,' I said.

'Maybe we'll send for you to come and join us over there,' she put in.

I knew that was consolatory. It was very unlikely that I would ever do so.

Becky was nice but was given to too much of gossiping. It was quite good that Nike was in a mood for chit-chat this afternoon. Nike liked her but was often pissed off by Becky’s talkativeness. All the same, they managed to get along well.

‘Yes,’ Nike replied. He has been dying to meet me.’

‘He travelled?’

Nike nodded. ‘He was on a flight to England.’

Becky smiled. ‘Aren’t you lucky? And he is even a captain!’

She said it as if she was talking about the heir to the Brunei sultanate. She knew a bit about Nike’s live-in-lover and seemed impressed about him.

‘Aren’t you lucky?’ she repeated wistfully.

Nike only chuckled. She liked the inferred compliment. It was very good. It made her feel she possessed something worth living for.

* * *

Biyi had not bothered Yeni or her husband for several days, now. It was deliberate. He had decided to give them some kind of respite.

This Tuesday afternoon, Biyi decided to go to the university campus at Akoka to pick Joyce, a girl he had become intimately acquainted with.

Freddy and Olu, his school days friends and one of those Biyi had made contact with as soon as he came to Nigeria, had gone to the campus before. They went in search of lady companions.
Freddy had shown him round and had introduced ladies to him.

Biyi had chosen the tall, lithe and pretty lady who called herself Joyce. After rounds of drinks and spiced suya at the joint on the campus, they had consummated their relationship in his – Biyi’s – house.

Now, Biyi felt like having Joyce again. The choice was purely for lust. She had proved to be very good in bed and Biyi did not mind replays of that act. He drove to her hall of residence to check her in her room.

He was told she wasn’t around as she had gone for lecture. One of her room mates who attended to him explained that the lecture might not end until 6.00 p.m.

Biyi caught something in her voice and on her face as she talked to him. It was something he would capitalize on.

‘What about you? Are you too busy you can’t come for some drinks?’ he asked in his disarming smile.

The girl’s face lit up. ‘Why not? I’m not too busy.'

He smiled too. ‘Alright. What are we waiting for?’

‘Just a minute. Let me dress up.’

‘Okay. My car is the cream color SUV in the parking lot.’

He nodded to himself at yet another conquest as he walked to his car. But then, it wasn’t really a conquest. All these girls, he thought, were of easy virtue.

They wouldn’t mind backbiting, mud-slinging, and even violence in excelling in the lust race. How decadent. If all women in the world should throw decency to the dogs and become sluts, he would not bat an eyelid. To him, that was their problem.

He played an R & B music on the car stereo, making sure that the vibrating music was very loud. After about five minutes’ wait, the girl he was waiting for walked towards his car. She was dressed to kill.

The micro mini left a lot to be desired; while the body hug was very skimpy. You could see the navel. You could see the top edges of the undies.

The clothes were damned revealing.

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