The Godmother – Batch 2

EPISODE 8

On the seventh day, he decided to go to Ikeja. The joint
was close to Isheri. Far from where he lived. As usual, he
ordered for malt drinks while he observed the activities
going on in the bar. The music of Fela Anikulapo titled
‘Lady’ was playing loudly. He swayed his body gently to
the music. A middle-aged man with a grin approached.
‘Welcome, oga,’ the man greeted.
Tope nodded at him.
The man pulled a chair and sat close to him. ‘In case you
need a lady, let me know. I can get you any category you
want.’
Tope instantly became interested. ‘Such as?’
‘We have sweet sixteen, young ladies, matured ladies and
s€× mamas.’
Tope grinned. He had virtually had all the categories
except sweet sixteen. He hoped she would not be under-
aged. ‘Alright, get me sweet
sixteen,’ he said.
The man smiled and went off. A minute later, a girl came
to him. She was dark, and – like many other ladies there
– wore skimpy clothes.
She could be between seventeen and twenty. Tope
nodded.
‘Good evening,’ the girl greeted. ‘Mind if I sit?’
He smiled at her. ‘Please, have your seat,’ he told her.
She sat by his side.
‘What’s your name?’ he asked. He had not been asking
others that but he felt like asking this one.
‘Rita,’ she said.
Another Rita, his mind said. She was probably not giving
him her real name. He shrugged.
‘Do you want some drinks?’ he asked.
She shook her head. ‘Business first.’
He smiled at her. He liked that business-mindedness.
‘How much d’you charge?’
She gave him different packages and options.
He nodded. So, if I want to take you overnight, how
much?’
She told him. He nodded. He might as well take her home.
‘I’ll take you overnight. What drinks d’you want?’
‘Small stout,’ she said.
He grinned and ordered for the drinks.
‘How old are you?’ he asked.
She shook her head. ‘I’m not supposed to get personal
with you,’ she answered.
‘I like your English,’ he commented.
‘Thanks.’ She looked at him seriously. ‘Before I follow
you, you will have to pay me half of the money.’
He grinned. ‘That will be no problem.’ He brought out the
money and handed it to her.
As if by magic, the man that had first approached him
came to meet the lady. She smiled and counted off some
money to him. He
disappeared again.
Some minutes later, he stood up and she followed him. His
car was an old model Honda Accord. They entered the
car and he drove off.
Fifteen minutes later, they were at his mini flat at Ogba.
‘Welcome to my humble place,’ he said.
‘It’s a nice little place,’ she replied.
They might as well take their time, he reasoned. He
switched on the television and played a DVD movie. ‘Do
you want anything?’ he asked.
She shook her head.
‘Come and sit by my side,’ he asked her.
She did as she was told.
‘Am I allowed to be rom-ntic with you?’ he asked.
‘rom-ntic in what way?’
‘rom-ntic such as k-ssing you.’
She smiled and shrugged. ‘You’re free.’
He nodded. His used his left hand to wrap her shoulders.
It was as if she was waiting for that. She snuggled up to
him and put her right
hand on his lap.
‘You’re pretty,’ he commented.
She smiled again. ‘Thank you.’
He k-ssed her. It was a soft k-ss, but it soon became deep.
His right hand moved down from the shoulder to her
chest. He placed it on her
left b—-t and squeezed it. He removed her top and red
b-ra. Her b—–s, just as he expected, looked fresh and
firm. He car-ssed them
and used his to tongue to play with the n—–s. The
n—–s were er-ct. She mo-ned to encourage him on.
‘Let’s go inside.’ He took her to the bedroom and switched
off the light. His mouth went to her b—–s again. She
unzipped his trousers
and fondled his private org-n. It was now solidly hard.
Then he remembered that he had brought her for a
purpose and must not allow
passion to carry him away.
‘What style d’you want?’ she asked.
‘Doggy,’ he answered.
‘Okay.’ She removed her mini skirt and p-ntie. Her p—y
was completely wet as she was fully ready for him. She
knelt on the bed on all
four while he stood and placed her bum close to his d–k.
He tried to enter her from behind and realized that her
p—y was a little bit tight.
‘Wait, let me use lubricant.’ She brought the gel out and
rubbed it on her v—-a. The next attempt he made to
enter her was easy and
smooth. He moved rhythmically while she wiggled and
mo-ned. It must be part of the job. His hands reached
for her b-obs and he
alternated between handling them and holding her wa-ist.
He closed his eyes as he surfed Fantasy Island. He
realized that of all the s€× he
had been having in the last six days, this was the most
enjoyable. He withdrew just before he released and
spilled his semen on her bum.
He then picked his trousers and went to the bathroom/
toilet. From the back pocket, he removed a white
handkerchief to complete his
unholy act.
Seconds later, she too went to the bathroom to freshen
up. He was lying on the bed in his boxer shorts when she
returned. She was still
Unclad and he could see that she had a great figure. She
came to lie by his side. He suddenly remembered that he
was asked to sleep only
once with each of the lady he had picked for the day.
Would doing it the second or more time not portend
danger? He was not sure, but it was better he took
precaution. He decided he would
not take on ‘Rita’ again. He would just car-ss and handle
her.
‘Are you tired already?’ she asked.
He smiled. ‘I don’t think so.’
‘Alright. Let’s do it again, this time slowly.’
‘No. Let me not bother you.’
She seemed surprised. ‘Bother? I’m here so that you can
bother me.’
‘No more s€×,’ he said, ‘but I’ll play with you.’
She shrugged. ‘As you like it.’
Just as he said, he did not have further intercourse with
her, despite her prodding. When she saw his er-ction, she
smiled.
‘Perhaps you prefer a hand job or a Mouth Gig,’ she
suggested.
‘Hand job,’ he muttered.
She removed the gel from her handbag and rubbed it on
her palm. She then rubbed his d–k the way she had
learned to do it. He responded
with delightful mo-ns. While she worked on his d–k, his
hands gleefully fondled her b-obs. After some minutes,
he came again.
Early the following morning, he paid her the full balance
and even added transport fares. She was surprised at his
generosity. Before she
finally left, she gave him her number in case he needed
her service again.
After she had gone, Tope called the real Rita. ‘The second
test is completed,’ he announced, almost proudly.

EPISODE 9

Early the following morning, he paid her the full balance
and even added transport fares. She was surprised at his
generosity. Before she finally left, she gave him her
number in case he needed her service again.
After she had gone, Tope called the real Rita. ‘The second
test is completed,’ he announced, almost proudly.
‘Okay. I’ll be in your place by six p.m. Will you be at home
then?’
He thought briefly. ‘Even if I’m not around, won’t you
wait for me so that you can sleep over?’
There was a pause. ‘Okay. I’ll be there.’
When he returned home about seven p.m, she was already
in his flat, waiting for him.
‘Sorry. I hope I’ve not been keeping you waiting for long.’
‘No. How was work?’
‘Fine. It’s exciting.’ He went on to bring the seven
handkerchiefs to her.
‘Task completed,’ he announced proudly.
Rita nodded and examined the handkerchief one by one.
‘Good,’ she said. ‘Do you realize you’ve got yourself a
wife?’
‘You mean you’re now ready to marry me? Wow, that’s
great.’
She shook her head. ‘You brought one of the girls to your
home.’
He gazed at her. She was correct, but how did she know
that?
‘That’s true,’ he said.
‘That’s your wife.’
He jumped to his feet. ‘Oh, no. Rita, don’t say that. I can
never marry a pr-stitute. No, no, no.’
She smiled. ‘After having intercourse with her, you slept
with her on the same bed and in the same room. You even
told her you loved her.’
‘I never said that!’
‘With the way you k-ssed her, you did. You have sealed
her fate with yours.’
He looked stunned. ‘But, didn’t you and I sleep on the
same bed?’
‘My case is different,’ she said calmly. ‘I’m your
godmother, and I can never marry you. She is your
future wife.’
He shook his head. ‘She looks like a good girl, but she’s
just a call girl, for God’s sake. Come to think of it, she
said her name is Rita.’
She nodded. ‘She has been made to be your wife. Take
good care of her.’
Tope’s mouth was open. ‘Wait, are you really serious with
this wife stuff?’
‘Of course, I am. Marrying her will further boost you
fortune. The earlier you marry her, the better for you.
One more thing, henceforth,
don’t call me Rita again. Call me Iye, for I’m your
godmother.’
He shook his head. ‘She looks like a good girl, but she’s
just a call girl, for God’s sake. Come to think of it, she
said her name is Rita.’
She nodded. ‘She has been made to be your wife. Take
good care of her.’
Tope’s mouth was open. ‘Wait, are you really serious with
this wife stuff?’
‘Of course, I am. Marrying her will further boost you
fortune. The earlier you marry her, the better for you.
One more thing, henceforth,
don’t call me Rita again. Call me Iye, for I’m your
godmother.’
He was too stunned to say something. Finally he said,
‘It’s okay calling you Iye. But talking about the other
Rita, she’s still young. She’s
still a girl, probably nineteen or twenty. How can I marry
her?’
Rita, now known as Iye, looked sternly at him. ‘A
nineteen year old is a young lady. It is better you heed to
my words, rather than arguing.’
He suddenly became sober. ‘Alright. Is that the third
test?’
‘No.’
‘So what’s the third test?’
Iye regarded him briefly. ‘The third test is the simplest
of them.’ She brought a red handkerchief from her hand
bag. ‘Take.’
He took it from her gingerly. ‘What’s this for?’
‘By five minutes to midnight today, you must stand on
your feet Unclad. Put this handkerchief on your head
and remain standing. By
midnight, three ladies will come, asking you for
something. Agree to whatever they ask for. That is all.’
He took the handkerchief from her and examined it
closely. ‘And that is all?’
She nodded. ‘And that is all.’ She stood up. ‘I’ll be going
now.’
‘I thought you’re sleeping over tonight.’
She was emphatic. ‘Henceforth, that is not permitted
again. The lady who has that honor is the other Rita.’
She picked her hand bag. ‘Call me tomorrow morning,’ she
instructed him. Then, she left the house.
Tope was thoughtful. Just one more hurdle to go, he
thought. His mind went to the younger Rita he had
brought home. What if he refused
to marry her? He had been told that marrying her would
boost his wealth. That meant without marrying her, he
would still have some wealth. No, he did not have the
mind to marry her. If the original Rita would not marry
him, he would have to look for another lady.
He had to remain awake, so that by five minutes to
midnight, he followed the instruction given to him. He
switched off the light in the
room and the place was in darkness. The five minutes he
waited till midnight was the longest wait of his life. It
looked like he waited for
hours. At midnight, everywhere turned absolutely dark.
He could see or hear nothing. Then, there were glints of
light and he saw the three
ladies.
They had red clothes tied to their bodies from the chest
to the knees, otherwise, they were Unclad.
‘Tope,’ the lady at the middle called his name. ‘You’ll be
rich and famous, if only you’ll do this one more thing.’
‘What’s that?’ he found himself asking.
‘Give us your seeds,’ the same lady that had spoken said.
‘My seed? How?’
The lady at the center slowly approached him. She had a
small calabash with a cover with her. As she moved closer,
he closed his eyes for
he was too terrified to look into her eyes.

EPISODE 10

The lady at the center slowly approached him. She had a
small calabash with a cover with her. As she moved closer,
he closed his eyes for he was too terrified to look into her
eyes. She was with him now. He could feel her hand on his
private org-n. The hand was car-ssing the place. Despite
his state of fright, he had er-ction. The hand gripped the
manh-od and in a jiffy, he released semen. That was the last
thing he remembered.
When he woke up, he found himself on the bed. He
remembered he had encountered the three strange ladies,
and of them had taken his ‘seeds.’ And he went blank. How
did he get to the bed? Then, he had been Unclad. How
come he was now fully clothed in what he was wearing
earlier? His phone was on the stool by the side of the bed.
He checked the time and was amazed that it was five-thirty
in the morning.
He closed his eyes and tried to remember some things. He
had completed his tests and was now awaiting the coming
of the promised wealth and fortune. He hoped all these
would start manifesting in no distant time. His mind went
to Rita. Alright, henceforth, he would call her Iye. This lady
was indeed mysterious. He would have wished to marry her,
but with wealth and fame on his side, he could always get
other beautiful ladies at his beck and call.
He thought of the second Rita, now to be called Rita. She
looked like a good girl, but what would a ‘good girl’ be
doing with call girl business? Rita was pretty, but marrying
her could be a problem. She was much younger to him –
younger by, perhaps, up to fifteen years.
What if Rita rejected his marriage proposal? Anyway, first
thing first.
After lying for another twenty minutes, he decided to get
up from bed. He went to the bathroom and had his bath.
After creaming his body, he opened his wardrobe to remove
the shirt and trousers he would be wearing to office. He
saw a big Ghana-must-go bag inside. He stopped short as
he gazed at the bag. Surely, he had not put any such bag in
his wardrobe. It looked like it was filled up. Carefully, his
hands went to the zip and he moved it to open the big bag.
The sight he saw threw him into a shock and he literarily
staggered back. Inside the bag were bales of naira notes!
How did these get there? Then, he remembered the
promise of wealth and the visit of the three ladies. This was
the result. He could hardly believe his eyes. He went to the
bag again and brought out one of the notes. They looked
and smelt new. He knew the money would run into several
millions of naira. Amazing, this was amazing!
In excitement, he jumped up and laughed. Wow, wow wow!
He said. This was one of the things he was waiting for. This
was one of the reasons he had subjected himself to the
grueling tests. He had already sown and the harvest time
was just beginning. For the next ten minutes, he could do
nothing but stare at the bag. Iye was real, he told himself.
That lady was real. Now he had seen and confirmed it. He
decided that henceforth he would believe her and he would
do whatever she asked him to do.
So, what was the next thing, now? He decided he would
have to resign from his office immediately. There was no
point working –or was it slaving – for salaries when he
could be his own boss and employer. But he had to call Iye
first. He had to call her and thank her for her great works.
Pronto, he called her number. She picked it at the first ring,
as if she was expecting the call.
‘Thank you, Iye. Thank you so much. God bless you. You’re
indeed wonderful. May your days be long,’ he enthused.
‘It’s alright. Congratulations.’
‘Oh, you’re so wonderful. You’re so amazing! Now, I
completely believe in you. What do you want me to buy for
you? Do you want a car?’
‘You’re free to buy whatever you deem it fit to buy for me,’
she said.
‘Oh, I will surely do that. I’ll buy something befitting for
you.’
‘There’s something you must know: do not attempt to
count the wh0le money in the bag. You just be spending it.’
‘Oh, that’s alright. That’s very good.’
‘Another thing: no other eyes must see the inside of that
bag.’
He nodded. ‘That’s alright. I will do just that.’
‘Alright, see you.’
‘Alright, Iye. Thank you very much.’
The line was cut off.
‘Yes, yes, I’m rich!’ he told himself. He would still have to
dress up and go to the office. He would have to drop his
letter of resignation.
Before leaving, he put two bundles of the one thousand
naira notes in his bag. He would need to buy some wears
and upgrade his wardrobe. Henceforth, level had changed
and it would reflect in his lifestyle. As he made for his car,
he decided he would have to sell it off and buy a new
model.
Henceforth, everything must change.

EPISODE 11

‘Yes, yes, I’m rich!’ he told himself. He would still have to
dress up and go to the office. He would have to drop his
letter of resignation. Before leaving, he put two bundles of
the one thousand naira notes in his bag. He would need to
buy some wears and upgrade his wardrobe. Henceforth,
level had changed and it would reflect in his lifestyle. As he
made for his car, he decided he would have to sell it off and
buy a better model.
By few minutes to eight that morning, he was in the cubicle
office he shared with four colleagues. He started writing
the letter of resignation. Utomi, one of the administrative
assistants came to meet him.
‘Oga wants to see you,’ Utomi said.
‘Which oga?’
‘Chief,’ Utomi replied simply.
He was referring to Chief Dele, the publisher of NewsPeak.
Now, that must be important. Chief Dele would only send
for you when the matter was exigent. Tope suspended the
letter he was writing and went to the first floor to meet the
man.
From the anteroom of the publisher’s office, Tope was
directed to meet Chief Alfred Dele. He was an ebullient man
who had connections
with the high and the mighty in the society. He was always
on the move, nationally and internationally.
‘Ha, Tope Davies, good to see you,’ Dele said. He extended
his hands for a handshake. Tope took it with a slight bow.
‘Sit down, please.’ Dele offered him a seat.
Tope thanked his boss and sat down.
‘I must say you’re a lucky chap,’ Dele said. ‘Just a few
minutes ago, I received a call from the Chief press
secretary to Her Excellency, the
First Lady. The C.P.S informed that the first lady had seen
your doc-mentary on child pr-stitution and was very
impressed.’
Tope’s face lit up in excitement. ‘Oh, thank God for that,’ he
said.
‘Yes. Now, the First Lady is asking that you come and join
her N.G.O as Programme Officer.’
Tope could not believe his ears. ‘Really?’
‘Yes. The Press secretary has requested that I send him
your number. He will then call you. Congratulations for
your efforts and
congratulations that you’ll be joining them at the
Presidency.’ Once again, Dele extended his hand for a
handshake.
Tope took it excitedly. The news was a pleasant surprise.
‘Thank you, sir,’ he said. ‘Let me write my number for you,
sir.’
He was given a jotter and he wrote his numbers down. As
he returned to his cubicle office, Tope decided that there
was no need he rushed
to be his own boss. Working for the N.G.O would be a very
worthwhile experience. He would tarry with his plan to
start something on his
own. He had hardly entered his office and settled down
when a call came in.
He was given a jotter and he wrote his numbers down. As
he returned to his cubicle office, Tope decided that there
was no need he rushed to be his own boss. Working for the
N.G.O would be a very worthwhile experience. He would
tarry with his plan to start something on his own. He had
hardly entered his office and settled down when a call came
in.
‘Is that Mr. Tope Davies?’ the caller wanted to know.
‘Yes. Who’s on the line, please?’
‘I’m Azzez Issa, Chief Press Secretary to Her Excellency, the
first lady. Your publisher gave me your number. Her
Excellency was impressed with the articles and expose you
did on child pr-stitution and she would like you to work for
her N.G.O as Program Officer. Send me your account name
and number so that I’ll send some morning to you that
you’ll use fir flight. You’ll be starting the job from Monday,
as you’re expected by eight in the morning. When you get
to the villa, tell them you have appointment with Azzez
Issa, in the Office of the First Lady. In case of any difficulty,
this is my number. Call me.’
Tope grinned to himself. ‘Thank you, sir. Thank you very
much. I’ll send the account details promptly.’
‘Alright.’
He whistled to himself again. Things were certainly going at
fast pace. Within the last 18 hours, he had experienced a
lot. He wondered if it
was coincidence that the Abuja job offer was coming now,
or it was part of the fortune Iye said she would give him.
His doubts were
cleared with the next call he received. Iye was on the line.
‘Congratulations for your Abuja job,’ she said. He was
stupefied.
‘How did you know?’ he asked.
‘How will I not know?’
‘I was about to tell you.’ Now, he was certain she brought
the luck to him. ‘Thank you for everything, Iye. You’re too
much.’
‘It’s okay. I hope you won’t forget Rita.’
‘Forget? Lailai. I’m going to marry her. I’m going to do
anything you ask me to do.’
‘Alright.’
‘Thank you, Iye. Thank you very much.’
‘Okay, bye.’
How would he forget about Rita? He was ready to marry
her, even right now! He remembered he was expected to
send his account details
to the man that called from Abuja. This, he promptly did.
Then, he went to meet his editor and explained the Abuja
connection to him.
Chucks expressed surprise and delight. He congratulated
Tope and told him to ‘remember Lagos boys.’ Tope left his
office and drove to
Ikeja. At a popular shopping mall, he bought about a dozen
of shirts, four pairs of trousers, two pairs of shoes and
some boxers for himself.
He had carefully selected the quality shirts he bought.
After that, he drove to an eatery and bought two packs of
food. Thereafter, he drove back home. He checked to see if
Rita’s number he
stored was on in the phone. It was. He called her.
‘Hello, Rita. How’re you?’
‘I’m fine. Who’s on the line, please?’
‘This is the man that took you to his Ogba home some days
ago. I …’
‘I’m sorry, I don’t do that kind of business again,’ she said.

EPISODE 12

He checked to see if Rita’s number he stored was on in the
phone. It was. He called her.
‘Hello, Rita. How’re you?’
‘I’m fine. Who’s on the line, please?’
‘This is the man that took you to his Ogba home some days
ago. I …’
‘I’m sorry, I don’t do that kind of business again,’ she said.
He was surprised. ‘Really? That’s good. But we’ve got to
meet. I want to see you.’
‘I said I don’t do call-girl business again.’
‘I know. I’ve heard you. But I need to see you for something
else. I don’t mind coming to that joint to see you.’
‘I don’t go to the joint again.’
‘Can you please come to my house? Do you still remember
the place? I’ll compensate you for your time.’
She appeared to mull over this. ‘Alright, I’ll come to your
house this evening about four o’clock. But I’ll not be
staying long.’
‘Good. I’ll be expecting you.’
It was few minutes after four o’clock when she knocked on
the door to his apartment.
‘Oh, dear Rita. You’re welcome,’ he gushed.
She was decently dressed today in skirt and blouse. She
even looked prettier.
‘Please, sit down,’ he urged. She sat down calmly.
‘You said you wanted to see me,’ she said.
‘Yes, but what can I offer you, first? What d’you want?’
‘Maybe, we should go straight to the main issue, first. I
don’t really have much time.’
‘Alright.’ He came to sit opposite her and stared into her
eyes. Then, he went on his knees. ‘Rita, will you marry me?’
She opened her mouth. ‘What! What kind of drama is this?’
‘It’s not a drama,’ he replied quickly. ‘I really mean it, Rita. I
want to marry you.’
She shook her head. ‘But you hardly know me. Just one
night – which was a night of mistake, for only God knew
what came over me that
day!’
‘It doesn’t matter. I like you. Not just like, I love you. I’m
serious Rita. Let me prove my love to you.’
‘I don’t understand you. You knew me as a hooker. How
could you claim to be in love with me?’
‘I don’t see you as a hooker, my dear. I see you as a victim
of circ-mstance. More than that, I see you as worthy of
companionship. Life
companionship.’
‘Please, stand up. You’re embarrassing me.’
‘Does that mean you’ve accepted me?’
‘Not yet, but please stop being on your knees.’
He stood up reluctantly.
‘I’m twenty-one and still an undergraduate,’ she explained.
He smiled. ‘It will not stop your schooling. As a matter of
fact, I will continue to sponsor your education.’
She stopped to stare at him. ‘Wait a minute, are you
serious with all you’ve been saying?’
He smiled. ‘Of course, I’m serious. I’m thirty-five, am I not
old enough to marry?’
‘And you really want to marry me?’
‘Yes, my dear. Nothing will please me more than that.’
She sighed. ‘And it won’t stop my schooling.’
‘No. as I matter of fact, I hereby promise to sponsor the
rest of your education.’
She smiled. ‘Okay.’
She stopped to stare at him. ‘Wait a minute, are you
serious with all you’ve been saying?’
He smiled. ‘Of course, I’m serious. I’m thirty-five, am I not
old enough to marry?’
‘And you really want to marry me?’
‘Yes, my dear. Nothing will please me more than that.’
She sighed. ‘And it won’t stop my schooling.’
‘No. as I matter of fact, I hereby promise to sponsor the
rest of your education.’
She smiled. ‘Okay.’
‘Are you saying yes, you’ll marry me?’
‘Yes, I will.’
‘Oh, my Rita. Come on, stand up and give me a hug.’
She stood up and they hugged. ‘Listen, you’re not going to
regret this. I, Tope Davies, hereby promise you that I will
give you the best spousal
love a man can ever give to a woman.’
‘Are you sure?’
‘I am triple sure, Rita. You’ll see.’
That was how Tope won the heart of Rita.
He got her address and promised to check her at her
brother’s place, latest the following day.
‘I’ll be giving you a call,’ Rita darling,’ he promised.
Before she left, he gave her twenty thousand naira.
‘Use this to buy something for yourself,’ he said. She
hugged him passionately in appreciation.
By the evening of the following day, he went to visit her in
her brother’s house at Ojota. He was well received, as Rita
had told her brother
about him.
She saw him to his car when he wanted to leave. He had
decided to still be using the car for now, just for now.
‘So, you’ll be going to Abuja by Sunday evening,’ she said.
‘Yes. We’ll plan how we’ll be seeing thereafter.’
‘By two weeks’ time, my holiday will be over and I’ll be
going back to Kogi State University, Lokoja.’
‘Good thing, Lokoja is not far from Abuja,’ he said. ‘I’ll be
expecting you in my residence at Ogba on Saturday,’ he
reminded her.
‘Sure, no problem.’
When he left the place, he went home to take many bundles
of the money. He had decided he would buy a car – no, not
for himself but for Iye. Iye deserved even more than this.
He took a commercial bike to a car dealer at Ikeja. After
inspecting arrays of cars, he finally decided to buy a
Lexus jeep for her. The name on the receipts and other
papers bore Iye’s maiden name. He was sure she would like
it.
Before he drove the car out of the place, he called Iye.
‘I’ve got a present for you,’ he said.
She laughed shortly over the line. ‘What could that be?’
‘I’ve got a car for you. A Lexus jeep. Should I drive it
straight to your house or your office? Can you drive?’
She laughed shortly again. ‘Wait for me in your house. As
soon as I close, I’ll be coming to your place.’
‘Alright, see you.’

EPISODE 13

Before he drove the car out of the place, he called Iye.
‘I’ve got a present for you,’ he said.
She laughed shortly over the line. ‘What could that be?’
‘I’ve got a car for you. A Lexus jeep. Should I drive it
straight to your house or your office? Can you drive?’
She laughed shortly again. ‘Wait for me in your house. As
soon as I close, I’ll be coming to your place.’
‘Alright, see you.’
True to her words, she was in his residence by five-thirty
p.m. Hardly had she settled down when he handed the keys
over to her.
‘For my most adorable Iye. You deserve much more than
this, but please have this for now.’
She gave him a hug. ‘I really appreciate what you have
done, but you know what? I want you to be riding it on my
behalf for now.’
He looked completely taken aback. ‘You mean you don’t like
it? I can get you another brand or model, if you don’t like
this.’
She smiled. ‘No, my dear Tope. I didn’t say I don’t like it.
It’s just that I want you to be using it on my behalf for
now.’
He still looked confused.
‘You know what? What will really please me for now are
wears. Buy clothes, dresses and even undies. I will
appreciate them for now.’
He relaxed a bit. ‘Good. Let’s go to Ikeja right away to buy
them.’
She consented and they left the house. He urged her to pick
as many items as possible, but she was moderate in what
she picked. The
following day was a Saturday, and Rita came around as she
had promised.
‘My baby,’ Tope welcomed her, k-ssing her passionately.
‘How’s the weekend?’ Rita asked.
‘Dull, but now that you’re around, it’s going to be a bright,
lovely day.’
He carried her to the bed-room.
‘You couldn’t even wait for some minutes,’ she pointed out.
‘I’ve been waiting for you all this while,’ he replied.
He k-ssed her again and she responded appropriately. From
her lips, his mouth moved slowly down to her b-obs. The
white push-up b-ra was
removed to reveal jaunty pair of b—–s. Tope fondled,
car-ssed and k-ssed them. She was a responsive lover.
While he was doing all these,
her hands moved to his boxer to bring out the attentive
p—k and to rub the tip of the phallic org-n.
There was no need for any lubricant, as her p—y was wet
enough to receive the august visitor. By the time he
entered her, the two of them
were more than ready. Even as he did the rhythmic
movement, his mouth alternated between k-ssing her
mouth and the n—–s. By the time
he was spent, he felt completely satisfied.
There was no need for any lubricant, as her p—y was wet
enough to receive the august visitor. By the time he
entered her, the two of them were more than ready. Even as
he did the rhythmic movement, his mouth alternated
between k-ssing her mouth and the n—–s. By the time he
was spent, he felt completely satisfied.
Rita was with him till the following Sunday morning. By four
o’clock in the afternoon, Tope packed some clothes that
could last him for a week inside his newly purchased
traveling bag. Of course, all the clothes he would be
traveling with were all brand new. He soon left for the
airport to take the 5.00 p.m. flight. On arrival in the capital
city, he took a cab to the city and lodged in a modest hotel.
By seven in the morning, he was at the expansive Aso rock
villa. He went through several security checks which
occurred in different phases.
Finally, he was at the office of the First Lady and was taken
to Azzez’s office. He was told to sit and that somebody
would soon attend to him. In
all his years as a journalist, he had never been to Abuja, not
to talk of the Presidency. He had always operated within
Lagos and Western
Nigerian axis. Coming to the seat of power was therefore a
thrilling experience.
A woman soon came to meet him. ‘Please, follow me, Mr.
Tope Davies,’ the middle aged woman said. He stood up in
his new shoes, tie and suit
and followed the woman. He was led to an office where
another secretary sat behind a desk.
‘This is Mr. Davies,’ the woman he had followed introduced.
He nodded at the other woman.
‘Please, sit down.’ Once again, he found himself sitting and
waiting. After about ten minutes, the secretary received a
call from the intercom and
asked him to go inside the inner office. This, he did
promptly.
The office he entered was a very big one, like that
belonging to Chief Executive Officer, CEO. A woman was
sitting behind the desk, a busty
woman that should be in her forties. She was smartly
dressed in skirt suit and she looked every inch like a
serious and no-nonsense woman.
‘Good morning, madam,’ he greeted.
‘Good morning, Mr. Tope Davies. Have your seat, please.’
‘Thank you, madam.’ He sat down gingerly and looked
about the office. It was very large and comfortable. There
were two official pictures
hanging on the wall – the picture of the President, His
Excellency, Abdul Hassan, and the picture of the First Lady,
Hajia Bisi Hassan.
‘I’m Ms. Zaynab Terver,’ the woman said. ‘I’m the Program
Coordinator and you’ll be working directly with me as the
Program Officer. There are
other staffers I will soon introduce you to. Can I see your
c.v?’
‘Yes, ma’am.’ He opened his folder and brought out his c.v
along with photocopies of his credentials.
She took them from him and went through the doc-ments
thoroughly. Finally, she looked up from the doc-ments.
‘You’re lucky that the First lady got to know you through
your expose on child pr-stitution which is an area she is
concerned with. We have tons
of applicants for this job, but you’re the choice.
Congratulations.’
‘Thank you very much.’

TBC

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