The Godmother

The Godmother – Batch 3

EPISODE 14

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.’
‘You’ll be knowing madam herself pretty soon. Let me tell
you to give this job your best. If you do, you’ll be
adequately rewarded. If you don’t,
you’ll be booted out.’
‘I understand,’ he said.
‘Good.’ She brought out some files and explained some
things to him, explaining the programmes lined up for the
remaining quarter of the
year. She also talked about the scheduled itinerary of the
First Lady and how he could be asked to travel within a
short notice. She gave him a
file to understudy and asked the secretary to take him to
his office which he would be sharing with another staff of
the NGO.
During lunch break, Ms. Terver sent for him.
‘As for your accommodation, there’s a two- bedroom flat at
the Zone A Housing Estate. I will show you the place after
closing.’
‘Thank you, madam,’ he curtsied.
They continued the work until four o’clock when they
closed. Tope went with her in her Prado jeep to the estate.
The place was neat and decent
and was meant for middle-cadre government officers. She
took him to Block A flat Four and handed the keys to him.
‘Luckily, I occupy flat five,’ she said. He thought he saw her
give a sly smile, but he wasn’t sure. He entered the flat to
inspect. It was a nice
apartment that already had furniture and other household
items. He liked the place. He had to go to the hotel to check
out and retrieved his
luggage. At the gate of the estate, he got a metro cab to
the hotel. About fifty minutes later, he was back to the
house. He inspected the
apartment again. He would have to get electronics such as
television set, radio, video and cable decoder. The kitchen
was okay, but the gas
cylinder needed to be re-filled. He called Iye to inform her
that so far, so good. He also called Rita to tell her the
same.
On Tuesday morning, he had to find his way to the office.
He decided that that weekend, upon his return to Lagos, he
would sell his old car and
probably bring the Lexus jeep to Abuja, since Iye asked him
to be using it for now. He had a feeling he would be
enjoying his new job.
When they closed, Ms. Terver came to his office.
‘Can you drive?’ she asked.
‘Yes, I can.’
‘Good. I’m kind of tired. You’ll drive this afternoon.’ She
handed the keys of her car to him.
He nodded. ‘No qualms.’
He was behind the wheel while she sat in the passenger
seat. ‘So, when are you planning to marry?’ she asked.
‘Very soon,’ he replied. ‘I’ve got a lady I’m planning to
marry already.’
‘Hmn, that’s good. I hope you’ll treat her right.’
‘I will,’ he ass**ted.
‘I quit the marriage because he became so unfaithful.’ There
was acrimony in her voice. ‘To make matters worse, he
treated my two daughters
as if they were outcasts.’
Tope mused briefly. ‘Sorry about that.’
She nodded. ‘I hope you won’t be like him.’
He shook his head. ‘No, I won’t.’
When they got to the estate, she thanked him for the ride
as if he was the owner of the car.
‘You’re welcome,’ he replied, handing the car keys to her.
‘You can come around in the evening,’ she offered. ‘You can
come and have dinner with us.’
He smiled. ‘I’ll do just that.’
He went in,side to change to casuals and went to the city.
He made a purchase of a flat screen, a digital television
decoder, a rechargeable radio
and a sound system. He rented another cab to take all the
items home. About eight p.m., he was at the doorpost of
Ms. Terver’s apartment.
Her younger daughter who was about twelve opened the
door for him.
‘I’m Tope Davies and I live next door,’ he introduced
himself.
‘Yes, mummy talked about you. Please, come in.’
He entered the tastefully furnished sitting-room. Zaynab
was obviously a lover of the art as some oil paintings
adorned the wall. She soon came
to see him. He stood up to greet her, like a gentle man.
‘Oh, please sit down and feel at home,’ she urged.
Some minutes later, they – Zaynab, her two daughters and
Tope – all went to the dining-table to eat the sumptuous
meal of ‘tuwo shinkafa’. It
was the first time he would be taking such a meal, but he
enjoyed it. Thereafter, they went back to the sofa and she
popped wine. Tope used
this time to study his hostess. Zaynab shouldn’t be more
than forty-two or –three. She was quite robust and
appeared to be more of that at the
chest region. She was pretty and she carried herself
elegantly and smartly.
Her two daughters retired to their room while she chatted
with him.
‘Have you been to the North before now?’ she asked.
‘No. Even during my NYSC, I served in Edo State.’
‘So, how’re you finding Abuja?’
‘Very interesting, so far.’
She nodded. ‘Apart from the fact that things are quite
expensive, this is a good place to live. Besides, there is
peace here.’
He nodded as he could not agree more with her.
‘You’ll enjoy the job,’ she said. ‘The First Lady is a kind and
generous person. You’ll surely enjoy working for her.’ She
smiled briefly at him.
‘Besides, you’ll have the opportunity to travel a lot. Within
and outside the country, there’re opportunities to travel.’
He nodded again.
‘Aren’t you lonely being alone in your apartment?’ she
asked.
‘Well, I guess I’ll have to make friends fast. Loneliness is
not the best.’
‘And you must be careful about the kind of friends you
keep. Remember that your job is a sensitive one.’
‘That’s true,’ he concurred. He was with her until few
minutes to ten when he stood up.
‘I guess I’ll be going now. I must really thank you for your
hospitality.’
She smiled up at him again. ‘You’re welcome, Tope.’
‘Good night, madam.’
‘Good night.’
He gave her a slight bow and stepped out of the sitting-
room. Back in his apartment, he stripped himself to singlet
and boxer. He flicked the
television to an international news channel and sat down to
watch. Many minutes later, his doorbell sounded. Now, who
could that be? He
wondered.
He went to the door to open it and was surprised to find
Ms. Terver there.

EPISODE 15

He gave her a slight bow and stepped out of the sitting-
room. Back in his apartment, he stripped himself to singlet
and boxer. He flicked the television to an international
news channel and sat down to watch. Many minutes later,
his doorbell sounded. Now, who could that be? He
wondered. He went to the door to open it and was
surprised to find Ms. Terver there.
‘Ms. Terver?’ he was apparently surprised. She stood there
in her purple, satin night wear.
‘I thought maybe you need company,’ she said, smiling.
He smiled back. ‘Sure, I do. Please come in.’
She came in,side slowly in measured steps. She sat on the
blue sofa while he sat opposite her.
‘What can I offer you?’ he asked, out of nothing to say.
She smiled, but said nothing. She was obviously goading
him to make the move, but he was hesitant. What if she
was just teasing him? What if
she reacted in a hostile way?
‘It’s not easy for a woman to live without a man,’ she said.
He agreed. ‘It’s not easy for a man too to live without a
woman.’
She had given him the lead. He went to her sofa and sat
close to her. Tentatively, he raised his right hand and
encircled her shoulders. She
closed her eyes. He drew closer and put his l-ips on hers.
She was expecting that. Her response showed that she
wanted the gesture. As a
matter of fact, that was an understatement. She actually
craved for the gesture. They k-ssed ravenously. His hands
went to the satin top and
lifted it. The braless b-obs were big with puffy n—–s. He
cuddled them and she mo-ned softly.
Then, he stopped and stood up. Taking her by the hands, he
took her to his bedroom. They resumed the k-ssing and
car-ssing. He completely
removed her top and filled his mouth with the n—-e of her
b-ob. He set the hærd org-n in his boxer free. He pulled her
short down and spread
her legs. The p—y was eagerly awaiting him and there was
that deep penetration and slow, regular t—-t.
After minutes of the intimacy, he came and spilled on her
belly. They remained in embrace as if another pre-intimacy
would soon start. But she was
actually satisfied. She just wanted to hold him and feel him.
He would not let her go, yet. He soon started the k-ssing
and she was surprised at the fast hærd on. This time around,
he lay on his back while
she sat bestride him. The journey was longer than the first
and she was active as before. Many minutes later, she lay
by his side, while his left
hand cuddled her back.
‘As at this morning, I wouldn’t have believed this would
happen,’ he said.
‘I wouldn’t believe it too,’ she said dreamily.
‘Really?’
‘Of course. Your coming for dinner ignited the desire.’
He rubbed her back more.
‘How will you rate me?’ he asked, grinning.
‘Perfect.’
After another couple of minutes, she got up from the bed.
‘I’ll be going now,’ she announced.

‘How will you rate me?’ he asked, grinning.
‘Perfect.’
After another couple of minutes, she got up from the bed.
‘I’ll be going now,’ she announced.
‘Thanks for coming,’ he said. ‘You’ve proved to be a most
welcome friend.’
n*k*dly, she went to the bathroom to freshen up. Then, she
wore her satin nightie back and moved to the door.
‘Good night, eh. Sorry, what do I call you in an intimate
moment like this?’ he asked.
‘Call me Zay.’
He grinned and nodded. ‘It’s a beautiful name. Goodnight,
darling Zay.’
‘Good night.’
She was gone. Wow! So, behind the official mien of
toughness, Zaynab could be passionate like this? Tope
surely had a good time with her and looked forward to
another time.
Everything went normal the following day. In the office, Zay
was as official as possible and there was no inkling to any
one that she and Tope
had started having an affair. At home, Zay did not invite
him for dinner again but on Thursday evening, about the
time she had come to his
apartment the other day, she was back.
‘My darling Zay,’ he said as a way of greeting her.
He held her hand and led her to the sofa.
‘I just came to chat,’ she said.
He nodded as if he knew. ‘That will be no problem.’
But he still wrapped his arm around her and held her in a
loving way. She rested her head on his head and they were
like that for almost an
hour.
‘Tell me about the lady you want to marry,’ she said.
He told her about Rita, but not the sordid details. ‘She’s an
undergraduate at the University and she’s still young, but
we’ll soon get married,’ he
told her.
‘You prefer them young?’ she asked.
‘Not exactly. She’s a good girl and she just happens to be
young.’
She stroked his chest with her left hand.
‘Aren’t you going to re-marry?’ he asked.
‘No. I like my freedom.’
Few minutes to midnight, she went back to her apartment.
On Friday evening, after closing from work, Tope took a
flight to Lagos where he
would be spending his weekend. As usual, Rita was with
him from Saturday morning till early Sunday morning. He
went to meet her brother
again about his exigent plans to marry her. They fixed days
for the introduction and the traditional engagement. Later,
much later, the white
wedding proper would hold.
Four months after coming into contact with her, Rita
became his wife. He had paid all he was required to pay
traditionally on her, so could claim
she was now fully his.
‘Treat her the way you will treat me as your wife,’ Iye said.
‘Yes, I will.’
Rita had to be shuffling between her school in Lokoja and
Abuja. Every weekend, she would be in his Abuja residence
to be with him. Tope did
not have many reasons to be coming to Lagos every
weekend again, but he still had one or two reasons to come
once in a while. One, his
residence looked more or less like an ancestry place. Two,
he had got a plot of land towards Igbogbo, Ikorodu and he
was building a duplex
there.
He was still cheating his wife during week days when Zay
would come around for s€×ual romps. But at weekend, he
was the best lover to Rita,
his wife. At work, he was a diligent man. His employer was
impressed with him and had commended his good work. Six
months into his work,
Zay called him to her office one morning.
‘The Minister of Internal Affairs, Hajia Meiro Abdulahi is a
good friend of the First Lady. The Minister was sourcing for
A Senior Special Assistant on Gender Issues, and the First
Lady had recommended you. You’ll soon be joining the
Minister as her Special Assistant. Congratulations.’
He was glad at the news. It was a step up the ladder and he
so much welcomed it.

EPISODE 16

He was glad at the news. It was a step up the ladder and he
so much welcomed it.
‘It will also mean you’ll relocate from your present official
residence to a bigger one. We’re going to miss you, Tope.’
They did a mini send-forth for him, with the First Lady
herself gracing the occasion. They all extolled his quality.
Gifts were given to him and he
was wished the best in his future endeavors. He called Iye
to let her know the new development.
‘I must really thank you, my dear Iye. I’ve been moving up
the ladder, from one prosperity to the other.’
‘I told you,’ she said.
What bothered him about her was that she rarely accepted
very valuable things from him. He had given her different
cars, and she would ask
him to be using them on her behalf. The only things she
readily accepted from him were clothes. Just clothes! How
he wished he could do much more than that for Iye.
Later that evening, Zay was in his apartment.
‘I’ve come for another send-forth,’ she said. ‘But really, I
wish we’ll still be seeing each other.’
‘We can, if we want to. We can make the arrangement.’
She smiled at him. ‘Well, before any arrangement, come and
show me how to make love to a woman.’
‘With all pleasure.’
He first undressed her before he undressed himself. Then,
he pounded her and she scre-med his name. There were
sweats all over their bodies
by the time it was over.
‘I’m sure now, that this relationsh¡p cannot just end like
this. We’ve got to be seeing each.’
‘We’ll be making arrangement,’ he reassured her.
She also told Rita too about the Special Assistant job, and
she was very glad about it.
The following day, he went to the office of the Honorable
Minister to resume his new work.
‘I’ve heard a lot about your sterling performances,’ she
said. ‘I want you to live up to the expectation working for
me. I trust in your diligence.’
‘Thank you, madam,’ he replied. ‘I promise to do my best
and not to disappoint, ma’am.’
He had a bigger office now, a bigger role and a much bigger
pay. He also had some staff working directly under him.
That weekend, when Rita
came around, she came to know their new residence, a
posh five-bedroom bungalow in a posh part of the city.
‘Oh, my darling,’ she told him, hugging him the umpteenth
time. Rita too had good news for him.
‘I’m pregnant,’ she announced, touching her tummy which
was yet to show sign that she was pregnant. ‘Nine weeks.’
He lifted her in euphoria. ‘Gently, gently,’ she said. ‘We
must not hurt the baby.’
‘Of course, nothing must happen to the baby. It’s just that
I’m happy.’
A domestic servant had been seconded to work in his
residence, in addition to the security details, plus a driver
and a gardener. All these would
make Rita’s task to be easy. He had two official cars and a
retinue of staff at the office. He was on the move. There
was a guest house
belonging to the Ministry. That was where he and Zay
usually met on Wednesdays. Sometimes, they would be
h0led up there from early evening till late night.
‘I’ve become addicted to you,’ Zay said as she snuggled up
to him on the large bed.
‘Is that so?’ he asked.
‘Yes, it is so,’ she answered simply.
He rubbed her back. ‘My fatty baby.’
‘My handsome bobo,’ she answered.
His hand went to her bum and he rubbed the place. It
tickled her.
‘I’ll be travelling next week,’ she said. ‘The first lady will be
traveling to South Africa and I’ll likely be on her
entourage.’
‘I may likely travel in two weeks’ time too,’ he said. ‘It’s like
we are in season of travels.’
As her pregnancy progressed, Tope asked Rita to defer her
university education so that she could truly prepare for
motherhood.
‘Besides, I think this your trips of Lokoja to Abuja and back
must be curtailed for now. I don’t want anything to stress
you or the baby.’
Rita had to do as he said. She was about to enter her final
year, but as it was, things had to be on the hold for now.
When it was time for her to deliver, she delivered a
bouncing baby girl they named Oyin. It did not matter the
s€×, he thought. The important thing was he had another
baby. Meanwhile the mother of his baby in Lagos had been
making subtle move to come back to his life.
‘You abandoned me and your daughter in Lagos,’ Sade said
accusingly.
‘That’s not true, and you know it,’ he countered. ‘I’ve
tripled the amount I used to send for her upkeep.’
‘Is everything about money?’ she replied. ‘You didn’t even
come around here to see her one on one.’
Truly, he had regularly been sending money, enough money;
but he had become so busy that he didn’t have time to visit
the girl again. Even
for those weekends that he was in Lagos, his schedules
were so tight. ‘Alright, next time I come to Lagos, I’ll try to
see her.’
‘It’s not about trying, you need to see her.’
‘Alright.’
He was in Lagos on Saturday morning. After inspecting his
building site which was now at its completion stage, he
drove to Sade’s house. She
shared a two-bedroom apartment with Edith, another
single lady. Tope would have preferred that Annabel, his
five-year old daughter, be
staying with him but Sade insisted otherwise.
‘Daddy!’ the girl ran to him as soon as he stepped in,side the
flat.
‘Eh, my baby girl!’ He lifted the girl and placed her on his
lap.
‘Finally, you have come,’ Sade said.
‘I told you I would.’
‘How’s Abuja? I can see you’re looking really good. See
your cheeks.’
He smiled. ‘Abuja is fine.’
‘Oh, I can see that. It’s very obvious.’
Later, she asked him what she could offer him but he
declined. When he was leaving, he generously gave her
money for the upkeep of Annabel.
‘Thanks for your generosity. At least, we’re spending Abuja
money now.’
He smiled and nodded. Annabel cried when he was leaving,
but he had to go. He went to his old house to take some
money. According to Iye,
even if he had no need to spend money, he must continually
spend from the money. He left the house and went back to
the hotel he was
lodging at Ikeja. His phone rang. It was from Sade.
‘Hello, Tope dear,’ she said. ‘I was wondering if I could come
and say hello to you in your hotel’
He grinned to himself. ‘Well, that will be alright.’

EPISODE 17

He smiled and nodded. Annabel cried when he was leaving,
but he had to go. He went to his old house to take some
money. According to Iye, even if he had no need to spend
money, he must continually spend from the money. He left
the house and went back to the hotel he was lodging at
Ikeja. His phone rang. It was from Sade.
‘Hello, Tope dear,’ she said. ‘I was wondering if I could come
and say hello to you in your hotel’
He grinned to himself. ‘Well, that will be alright.’
‘What if I come by seven this evening?’ she asked.
He sighed and nodded. ‘That will be cool.’
Few minutes after seven p.m., Sade knocked at the door of
his hotel room. A minute ago, the receptionist had called to
inform that a Miss Sade
was wishing to see him and he had asked that the lady be
directed to his room. Now, she was here.
‘Good evening,’ she greeted.
‘Good evening.’
He had already set a bottle of wine and two glasses on the
center table. She was happy that he had made it look like a
grand welcome.
‘How’s Annabel?’ he asked.
‘She’s fine. I’ve taken her to my aunt.’
He poured wine to fill the glasses. Then he handed her one.
His eyes went to study her. Sade was dressed in a fitting
‘ankara’ skirt and blouse.
Her hair was well-made and packed. He had no doubt that
she was out to make an impression on him.
‘You must be enjoying Abuja well,’ she pointed out. See as
you dey shine.’
‘Really?’
‘Yeah.’
He shrugged. ‘Thanks. The truth is you’re looking gorgeous
too.’
She smiled at him. ‘Thanks.’
They sipped their drinks in silence.
‘Maybe we should be together again,’ she suggested.
He grinned. ‘My dear Sade, you know that will not be
possible.’
She looked at him as if puzzled. ‘Why? Why is it not
possible again?’
‘For God’s sake, I’m married to another lady.’
‘That shouldn’t stop us.’
He looked at her sharply. ‘What are you saying?’
She smiled. ‘What I’m saying is it’s not late for us to be
lovers again.’
He shook his head but said nothing.
‘I loved you before she did,’ she added.
He grinned again.
‘And I know in,side me that you still want me.’
He raised his brow. ‘How could you tell?’
‘It’s obvious, isn’t it?’
‘I don’t think so.’
‘You don’t want a lady and you invited her to your hotel
room? Come on.’
‘Maybe, it’s just to chat.’
He sighed and added. ‘Getting intimate with you will lead
us nowhere.’
‘Maybe it will.’
‘It won’t. I’m married, Sade.’
‘I know. I’m not stopping your marriage.’
He had thought Sade was the perfect lady for him years
ago. It was love at first sight and he had tried within his
limited means to satisfy her,
but financially, she was insatiable.
‘I’ve learnt my mistake and I’m ready to make amends,’ she
was saying.

EPISODE 18

She smiled. ‘What I’m saying is it’s not late for us to be
lovers again.’
He shook his head but said nothing.
‘I loved you before she did,’ she added.
He grinned again.
‘And I know in,side me that you still want me.’
He raised his brow. ‘How could you tell?’
‘It’s obvious, isn’t it?’
‘I don’t think so.’
‘You don’t want a lady and you invited her to your hotel
room? Come on.’
‘Maybe, it’s just to chat.’
He sighed and added. ‘Getting intimate with you will lead
us nowhere.’
‘Maybe it will.’
‘It won’t. I’m married, Sade.’
‘I know. I’m not stopping your marriage.’
He had thought Sade was the perfect lady for him years
ago. It was love at first sight and he had tried within his
limited means to satisfy her,
but financially, she was insatiable.
‘I’ve learnt my mistake and I’m ready to make amends,’ she
was saying.
He shook his head. ‘I don’t think you really want this. The
best you can get is to become a side chick.’
She smiled. ‘So what? As far as I know, there’s no law of
the land that criminalizes being a side chick.’
He chuckled. ‘Okay.’
‘And what does that mean?’
‘It means all right.’ He laughed.
‘Maybe I should have been more understanding,’ she said.
He shrugged. ‘It’s alright. We all make mistakes.’ He tried a
grin to reassure her.
‘Let me order fried chicken or turkey,’ he said.
‘You can do that later. I’m not in a hurry to leave.’
He nodded. He thought of Rita, then of Zaynab. Getting
intimate with Sade would bring the number to three. For a
purported married man, was
that not too much? Inwardly, he shrugged. Rita was getting
most of his affection. The fact was he was really spoiling
her with so many good
things. Maybe, there was no harm in this. But he would not
deceive himself. He knew that Sade’s come-back bid was
because of his rising
profile. Success had many friends.
‘You used to be such a good lover,’ she said.
‘Thanks for the compliments.’
‘It’s not a compliment. It’s what you were.’
He nodded. ‘Maybe I stopped because you did not
appreciate it.’
‘Maybe,’ she agreed. ‘But as I said, I’ve learnt my lesson.’
He looked into her eyes and decided that he would play the
game with her.
‘Don’t worry, Sade. I’ll try to bring the old flame back.’
‘Really?’
‘Yeah.’ He patted his right lap. ‘Come and sit here.’
She hesitated only briefly. He held her by the wa-ist and
briefly k-ssed her bust.
‘I’ve not seen those tantalizing things for a long time,’ he
said.
‘Hmn, hmn.’
His left hand went to the zip of her blouse at her back and
he gently moved it down. He moved the blouse over her
head. A black b-ra with lacy
edges encased her b-obs. He rubbed the back of her neck
and her back. When the hand got to the hook of the b-ra, it
stayed there, but he could
not unhook it with one hand, and she had to intervene.
‘Woh!’ he said when he saw the Unclad b—–s. Like a baby
who desired b—-t milk from the mother to quench hunger,
his mouth went on to
nibble at the n—–s.
‘I know you always liked to do that,’ she mumbled.
Slowly, he car-ssed them. Her hands too moved up and
down his back to show that it was a mutual feeling. His left
hand must be an explorer.
It soon moved to the skirt, searched for the zip at the back
and pulled it down. Sade had to stand up for the task to be
complete. In order not
to waste time, she went on to remove her p-ntie. He pulled
her to his laps again. While his mouth busied itself with her
b-obs, the right hand
went to her private part. The fingers became busy as they
rustled the pub-c hair and excited the c——s. The place
was already w-t, but even
became wetter with these luscious movements of the
‘exploring’ fingers.
He took her to the bed and got himself unclad. She held his
fully er-ct joystick and briefly k-ssed the tip. She spat her
saliva on it and rubbed it.
He needed not wonder as she usually did that. She spread
her legs and he ins**ted his d–k. Her tongue found a new
love with his own. Even as
they bleeped, she would not stop the deep k-ssing. They
changed style and he took her from behind.
‘Ohh,’ she mo-ned. He knew what that meant, so he
intensified the movement. After several seconds, he
withdrew his p—k just as he
climaxed. The semen spilled on her bum. He held her by the
wa-ist like the passion was just building up, but he was
already exhausted. They
collapsed on the bed together.
‘Ah, my Tope is back in action,’ she exclaimed to herself.
‘My Sade is riding on again,’ he reciprocated, quite
breathless.

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