Story: My Boss' Wife

    Episode 1

    “Honey, the air conditioners aren’t responding?”
    “Yes, you told me that some two hours ago.”
    “I mean the whole house is stuffy. Can’t you get that?”
    “That’s alright; I’m sending the company’s engineer to work on them immediately.”
    “Please do. Thanks honey.”
    “You’re welcome, my love.”
    In less than thirty minutes time, I heard a Siena screeched to a stop in the compound as the gateman closed the gate. Hearing the sound of the doorbell, I rushed to open the door.
    “Hello sir.” I said.
    “Good day Madame, this is Mr. Kayode from Ray and Sons Ltd.”
    “Oh, the engineer from my husband’s company?”
    “Yes ma’am. I’m here to work on your fanning systems.”
    “Air conditioners please.”
    “Yes ma’am.” I was almost blushing when the lanky ebony-brown complexioned man addressed a young woman like me, ‘ma’am. He looked far older than me, if not older than even my husband.
    “You’re going to work on the air conditioners of the whole house, beginning with the sitting room, then our bedroom and my husband’s study.”
    “That’s ok ma’am.”
    “If you can’t finish the remaining parts of the house today, you may have to come back another day.”
    “No problem ma’am.” I felt like slapping him for calling me ‘ma’am’ like he was addressing his mother but I felt he was only being as polite as possible.
    “When you’re done for today, I’ll be in the backyard if you need me.” I smiled.
    “That’s fine ma’am.” Addressing me ‘ma’am’ again, I was seriously getting pissed off but I decided to ignore his good manners.
    Three hours later, while I was knitting my son’s cardigan, Mr. Kayode came.
    “I’ve finished my work ma’am.”
    “You mean you are done? You mean the whole house or what?”
    “Yes ma’am. I’ve been on this job since the last fifteen years. It was no big deal checking all the fanning systems in the house.”
    “That’s incredible!”
    “I appreciate you ma’am.”
    “Can I check them? Just to make sure they’re working well so I don’t need to call you back here again.” I didn’t want him to think I didn’t trust the work is done.
    “Why not?” He agreed. Besides, he had no choice, I was his boss’ wife.
    Moving from one part of the room to the next, I felt the cooling capacities of the fanning systems, as he called them. They started working so perfectly like they were newly bought systems.
    “Thank you so much sir.” I was being polite to him. Besides, he’d been addressing me as ‘ma’am’ since he arrived.
    “I’m always at you and your husband’s beck and call ma’am.”
    Leading him out of my husband’s study, my feet hit the table just before the door and I fell down. I couldn’t hold the pain as I yelled as if he was the one that pushed me to the ground.
    “Stop yelling ma’am.” He said as he held me up. I suddenly felt a tingling sensation all over my body and didn’t know when I started kissing him. He was about to make a comment when I held his lips. From my husband’s study, we ended up in the bedroom. Though the man was gangling, he treated so nicely and I felt like clinging to him forever. When he was leaving, it pained me that I may never see him again.
    “Thank you for coming Mr. Kayode.”
    “The pleasure is all mine.” He didn’t add ‘ma’am’ this time around and that made me happy. We were now on the same page.
    “Would you like to have lunch before you go?” I was trying as much as possible to keep this man here with me even for the few hours before my husband will be back from work.
    “Maybe some other times dear, there are other official duties I have to attend to in the office.” His calling me dear made me even happier.
    “That’s okay but you take care of yourself.”
    “You too dear.” He winked at me.
    As soon as he left, my husband called that he was coming home for lunch. It was unusual because he was such a workaholic who hardly spends time with me or our child.
    “So to what do I owe this lunch?”
    “I came actually to pick up an important file in preparation for my meeting with members of the company’s board of trustees this evening.”
    “But when will all this stop?” I grumbled, hovering over him as he looked for the documents he came for.
    “What? Where are you heading to?”
    “Honey, it’s been like months since you had lunch with me na.”
    “I see. What about all the money, properties and security I’ve provided for you and your son? Do you think if I spend my time at home all the time, you would be driving that car?”
    “Is it security and wealth that make a home?” Haba, this man though that he could just leave a whole lot of me at home every morning before he left for work and that would somehow satisfy me? I am a woman, not a piece of metal. I feel, and I have cravings that I realized not only him could satisfy today.
    “See, you are delaying me ooh. Just let me get what I came here for okay?” He kissed my cheeks as he grabbed a hold of the documents and then he left again. This has been the routine I have been trying to get used to ever since we had our first child.

    Episode 2

    In the evening when he returned from work, my husband was happy as he shared with me his new position as the Chairman of the Nation’s Electoral Commission. I was vibrating with joy as I hugged him tightly. This meant more money for us and I hoped that would finally make him stay home.
    “Where is Odin?” My husband asked.
    “Odin is upstairs doing his assignment.”
    “I see.”
    “Honey, you know what? I prepared your special this evening.” I said excitedly.
    “Before that, I need to check an old file that Senator Ogundipe gave me before my appointment.”
    “You must be tired. You need to shower, eat your food and relax. You can check that in the morning before you leave for the office.”
    “What? You’re thinking too far. I need that now in order to prepare for my meeting with the senator tomorrow. We were classmates in the university and he trusts my integrity. I don’t want anything to go wrong dear.” There he goes again, putting his work before me. Was he the only one in that company? Didn’t the senator also have a family at home?
    “Do as it pleases you honey.” I said, with hurt written all over my face. Now, if he would just look up at me once maybe he would see it.
    “Thanks, my love.” He quickly kissed me and went into his study to go about his search. I wanted something more but his work and ambitions will not let him treat me like a woman. All he was concerned about was his work and work and work. He rarely touched me and I’ve been aching for him. I wanted us to go back to the wedding night where he promised me more years of endless pleasure. I wanted us to be closer than we are now. I wanted us to be best friends and lifetime lovers not just one bossy husband and rich man who hardly spends time with his family.
    Entering Odin’s room to check in on him, I saw him already sleeping, his notebook on the table beside the bed. I looked into the notebook and saw his homework already done. Seeing that his additions and subtractions were correct, I switched off the light as I went out of his room. My husband was still in his study looking for the file. Usually, my husband would go in and check on Odin like I just did but he has left the role of mother and father all up to me.
    “Honey, I’m tired and need to go to bed now.”
    “That’s fine.” He said, “I will join you when I’m done with my preparations for tomorrow.”
    On bed, I pondered as I wondered why and how I allowed someone else touched me, besides, my husband’s employee. It was the last thing I had ever dreamt of but it happened. Though I enjoyed it, I just discovered that it was unfaithful of me to give in to another man when Raymond provides me with nearly everything I’ve ever wanted in life. The problem is that he doesn’t have time for me and my desires keep seeking for fulfillment. Will I continue to masturbate because my husband hardly touches me?
    “Tonia, I’ve found the file. I can now shower and take something before I join you.” He called out, interrupting my thoughts.
    “Glad to hear that.” He was so excited about his new appointment that I thought he would touch me tonight. It’s been quite some time and I’ve been wondering whether our marriage will go on like that. I was touching my body, hoping to arouse him when he comes to bed. To my surprise, after he showered and ate his food, he entered the room and sat, his hands on the table as he disturbed my eardrum flipping through the pages of some files. I kept shaking on the bed, distracting him and inviting him to join me but he sat there like one serious-minded business tycoon. It was at that time that I thought of inviting Mr. Kayode again. But everything was just fine, the fanning systems were intact, the Dstv and Tv sets were just in good order. What would I do then? I can’t continue to live like that naah.
    In the morning of the next day, my husband was dressed and ready to go to the office. He and Odin were having breakfast as I was putting some indomie in the flask for Odin. He normally takes Odin to school in the morning while I go to pick him up after school hours because he would be so engrossed with work at that time. He was the owner of the company but he worked himself to death as if the company would crumble when he stops working. As the two of them were leaving, I kissed my husband as I watched his handsome face and luscious lips. He had all it takes to lure a woman of his choice but his commitment to duty makes him a lover of work than anything else in the world.
    As his car pulled out from the drive way, I became lonely again, not that his presence filled up the house in the first place anyways.

    Episode 3

    My friend, Busayo, stopped by on her way to get her wedding dress and accessories. The joy she radiated as she tells me about her fiancĂ© made me jealous. We were classmates in the university; she was busy pursuing a career when I married Raymond. I’m happy that she has found her right hand man now.
    “Tonia, Peter is the man I’ve been waiting for all my life.” She spoke so gloriously in her British tainted accent.
    “Oh, I’m so happy for you. I’ve been waiting all the while for this to happen.”
    “Thank you Tony-baby, I was wondering if you could accompany me to purchase my wedding accessories.”
    “That’s no problem. Raymond and Odin have gone to school and work, what will I be doing in this house all alone? Let’s go get some amazing things in the market my dear.”
    “Hey, I’ve got news for you. My husband is organizing a small party for just close friends this Saturday; I would love for you and Raymond to be there.”
    “I hope Ray will not be in the office this week-end like he does nearly every week in the name of supervising his accountants and auditors ooo?”
    “I pray so dear because I would not be happy at all if the both of you can’t make it; who else I know again?.”
    “So how is peter?” I asked.
    “Trust me, my Peter is the best man that have come into my life. He’s handsome, hardworking, caring and really romantic.”
    “You are highly lucky my dear.”
    “Why are you saying that? What about Ray, I used to have a crush on him ooh until I met Peter.”
    “I hope you were not playing with my husband?”
    “Nope, how can I do such a thing; that’s the last thing I would do, no, not to my best friend.”
    “Give me a minute dear; let me quickly change so that we can go shopping. This reminds me of the day I and Raymond were going shopping for our own wedding ceremony.”
    “I’m also happy for you two.”
    As I turned, going to my room and channeling the Dstv to Telemundo, I rushed to my room to dress up. It’s been long I wore any of my innumerable jean trousers. I decided to go so youngish by wearing a jean trouser with a white top. When I came to the sitting room, Busayo blurted: “What is this, are you going on a date?”
    “Date ke, I need to relax in something simple once in a while since I’m not with a stranger.”
    “That’s okay but I’m jealous ooh. Are you the one getting married or I am?”
    “Better mellow your mind and let’s go shopping.” I burst with excitement, laughing out loud as I switched off the Dstv and telly respectively.
    After shopping, I sighted Mr. Kayode entering his car as we just got out of the shopping mall.
    “Kayode.” I called but he didn’t hear me. “Kayode, Kayode, Kayode.” I shouted and he turned, facing me.
    “Hi Mrs. Raymond.” He was polite but not like the other day when he was calling me ‘ma’am’ like I was an elderly woman.
    “Hi Kayode.” I responded gently and gingerly as Busayo pinched me, asking who he was. “He’s my husband’s employee.” I told her.
    “I can see your hands are full, that’s evidence of extravagant shopping.” He said, smiling.
    “My friend is about to wed and we came buying her wedding accessories.”
    “I can see.” He said, saying hi to Busayo as she responded simply.
    “What brought you here?” I was prying into his affairs.
    “I actually stopped by to see my wife before I leave for the office. I’ll be working long hours today, so I came to let her know.”
    It’s not as if I expected a man of his age to still be single but I had to admit, I was envious and disappointed in finding out that some lucky woman out there was getting all of him.
    “That’s good. You are a good husband.”
    “Ok, I have to be on my way now.”
    “That’s alright, bye!” I said as I turned, walking to Busayo’s car, shaking my butt as his eyes were all on me.
    “What did you just do? You know you’re a married woman?” Tonia said, making a fuss.
    “Don’t worry, he’s just one of those diligent employees of my husband.”
    “But you saw how you shook your behind and he was staring at you like his girl friend.”
    “Oh, he was staring at me, don’t mind that man joor. Let’s get going.” I turned around to see if he was still there with a huge smile on my face.

    Episode 4

    “Darling, I will be traveling this week-end.” My husband told me as soon as he returned from work.
    “To where now? I’ve been waiting to tell you about the party Tonia invited us to.”
    “Oh, Tonia. I would love to be there but I can’t miss the flight first thing tomorrow. There’s an important meeting I can’t but attend.” He will be meeting with Senator Ogundipe, he told me.
    “That’s ok, you’ve always wanted it your way. Keep building your company and achieving your dreams while I live here lonely and always in need of you.”
    “It’s not like that Tonia, you know that I love you and would do anything for you.”
    “I know but you hardly touch me nowadays. I’m a woman in need of a man. Most nights while you lie down snoring away, I stay awake masturbating instead of you penetrating in between my thighs.”
    “I understand baby, I will make everything up to you.” I knew though that our romantic life has ended and I have to become accustomed to the fact. Sincerely, I try seducing my husband most times but he has been as strong-minded like a zebra. I felt that the hot banging that Mr. Kayode gave me would be greater if it was my husband. I never wanted to cheat on him but the way things are going and the way I feel, I just don’t know what to do now. I wasn’t going to say yes to a life of promiscuity but Mr. Kayode has since the day I met him occupied the front page of my mind. He is the kind of man any sexy and romantic woman would love; he is an epitome of sensuous passions.
    After supper that evening I changed to my most transparent nightgown, wearing nothing inside. I was just praying that my husband feels hot tonight. I’ve been longing for him. He has everything desirable in a man except his somehow busy schedules that made him forget he has a wife. Before I could focus on my thoughts, he came in without his pajamas. He was just on his boxers. I was hyped and wet and all I wanted was hot sex. I didn’t like the idea of another man touching me, no, not anymore.
    Climbing the bed and pulling me close to himself, he wrapped his arms around my waist, stripping me of my nightgown as I said in a whisper: I love you baby.
    “I know it’s been long baby. I love you but my commitment to duty is taking me away from you. I promise never to leave you but to spend more time with you.” I saw sincerity in his eyes as he bend downwards, giving it to me.
    The following day, I accompanied him to the airport after dropping Odin in school. I was saturated with joy seeing our love life rekindled.
    I was at Peter’s residence to grace their party. There were many people there, friends, relatives and well-wishers. I came with Odin, wearing something decent so as not to attract some remarks from Tonia. While Odin was playing with some of the kids that were at the party, I was speaking with Busayo even as the guests were dancing to the sound of the music.
    “Tony-baby, you know where I met Peter?”
    “No, I’ve never thought of it.”
    “It was at Jacinta’s wedding ceremony ooo.”
    “I met him while I was leaving the ceremony; he was asking me about life here in the country having just returned from overseas when our discussions turned into toasting.”
    “And you just gave in?”
    “Of course naah, I’m not growing any younger.”
    “But you know about I and Peter already now?”
    “No, you’ve never told me about that. I’ve been meaning to ask you but I have been waiting for the right time.”
    “This is the right time abi? Let me tell you something.”
    “Carry on dear.”
    “Raymond and I met while we were serving. After being to the same camp, we were posted to the same secondary school to work. Raymond was just a perfect guy. To tell you the truth, I had a crush on him and I toasted him.”
    “And he also gave in abi?”
    “He had no other option.” I said and we both laughed out loud.
    “Raymond is just a rare breed; a perfect guy. He’s always about his family; about his job; about his appointment; about…”
    “…about his wife.” Busayo completed my statement.
    The party went well, right into the night. I was enjoying the party when Odin came, calling me.
    “Mummy, mummy, I want to go home.” His eyes were sleepy.

    Episode 5

    Three days later, it was broadcast that there was a bomb blast in the Federal Capital Territory. The bomb was said to be detonated at the early hours of the morning rush, claiming not less than twenty-seven lives. The names of certain senators and political juggernauts were mentioned among the victims and that made me worried. I was not ready to miss my husband yet. We’ve just re-ignited the romantic lights of our life and I’m not willing to let him go at such a time. On my way back from Odin’s school, I tried calling my husband but none of his numbers were going through. What is happening? Tears began dropping from my eyes, creating a tributary on my face, moving down my neck and body. We used to talk together, laugh together as I’ve always known he loved me, if not for his ambitions that made him the person he has fast become already.
    Reaching the gate of our house, I shouted at the gateman to bring me today’s papers. On the “Truth Seekers”, the headline reads: “7 Senators pronounced Death.” It shocked me and made me almost bashed my car on the wall.
    Getting inside the house, I went straight to our room and carried the picture that stood on the table.
    “Oh honey, please don’t go please; don’t leave me yet. When it’s time, we’ll go together.” I was soliloquizing. All of a sudden, my phone beeped, it was Busayo. Though we shared the same English name, Anthonia, I preferred calling her Busayo just as she often called me Tony-baby.
    “Tony-baby, what’s up?”
    “I’m good and you?”
    “I’m happy to tell you that our wedding date has finally been fixed.”
    “Wow! I’m elated to know that?”
    “You know what? It’s on June 12.”
    “Really, that’s a historic date and your wedding is going to be a memorable one too.”
    “Let’s sing Amen to that Tonia.”
    “That’s perfect.”
    “I lead and you respond accordingly.”
    “Great Busayo.”
    “Let’s shout Amen six times after the name JEHOVAH-RAPHA.”
    “Je-ho-vah-Ra-pha, A-men, A-men, A-men, A-men, A-men and the great A-men.”
    “A-mennnnnnnn.” I deliberately dragged the last one.
    “You’ve made my day.” Busayo said laughing out loud.
    “Busayo, I should be thanking you for stealing away my worry.”
    “What’s the matter?”
    “You’ve not heard? My husband went to the Federal Capital Territory to see one senator and the papers are saying about seven senators were victims of the last bomb blast. The worst of it all, I’ve been trying my husband’s number and none of his numbers is going through. I just don’t know what to do?”
    “What’s our country turning to?”
    “Our country is becoming so unsecured as we now sleep with eyes wide open because the next bomb blast may be right on our heads.”
    “My dear, you have to calm down. I know this would be a trying time for you but you have to relax and think through it. We can no longer talk with heads held high about our country, no, not anymore.”
    “Ours is a country where the abnormal now becomes normal. In fact, bombing has become the “modus operandi.” I’m just scared jare.”
    “Hey, before I forget, I’m coming over to discuss our wedding ceremony with you. Many things are on my head, who to invite, what food to prepare, clothes to wear and change and what have you.”
    “That’s fine, that will also make me think less about the bomb blast naah.”

    Episode 6

    While we were discussing who to invite and who not to invite to the wedding, what food to prepare and what not to prepare, my phone beeped. It was my husband.
    “Hello honey.”
    “Hello Madame.” A feminine voice said from the other end.
    “Who are you? What are you doing with my husband? Tell him I’m leaving his house for him.” I cut off the call.
    “Who was that?” Busayo asked.
    “It was the woman my husband is messing with?”
    “Messing? No, I trust your husband would not be doing such a thing.”
    “See, the fact is that no man can be trusted. I’ve trusted my husband far too much and he has not reciprocated that.”
    “Don’t think about that now, what is most important now is to know whether your husband is fine or not.” Before Busayo finished speaking, my phone beeped again. This time around, it was an unknown number.
    “Hello, this is Dr. Ijeoma from the Federal Teaching Hospital.”
    “Yes, what is it?”
    “It’s your husband.”
    “What? My husband, is he alive, is he…”
    “No Madame, he is alive and recovering quite well.”
    “Thank God.”
    “Your husband was the luckiest of all the victims of the bomb blast. He didn’t sustain many injuries and would be discharged tomorrow or next.”
    “Oh Jesus!” I exclaimed, breathing in and out in a fast tempo.
    “What’s the news now?”
    “She’s even a doctor.”
    “I said it, your husband can’t be involved with any other woman.”
    “I know joor…you just can’t be so sure.”
    “That’s true but you can trust your husband.”
    “I trust him of course. Oh, who are we inviting next?” I brought us back to the subject matter of our earlier discussion.
    “Oh, I’m thinking of specially inviting my colleagues.”
    “See you, you can’t forget that naah.”
    As we talked on, my phone beeped again.
    “Who will this be now?”
    “Pick it first naah.”
    “Ok, it’s another unknown number?”
    “Hello.” I said.
    “Hello.” The voice on the phone sounded familiar but it was difficult deciphering whose voice was that.
    “It’s Kayode, your husband’s company’s engineer.”
    “Oh, the one that repaired our fanning systems!”
    “Yes, your fanning systems.” He said as we both laughed. “I’m calling with particular reference to your husband.”
    “What about my husband?” I said as if I’m totally ignorant about his condition.
    “We’ve just been informed by the Federal Teaching Hospital that your husband is one of the victims of the bomb blast but he was the luckiest of all the victims. He was minimally injured by the blast.”
    “Thank you for the information.”
    “You need not mention.”
    “There’s something else.”
    “What’s that?”
    “It’s about the other day. Since that day, I couldn’t stop thinking about you.”
    “Thanks but you need not go there. I don’t have time for such rubbish.” I hissed as I cut off the call.
    My husband returned the next day in the evening with his head plastered.
    “Honey, what happened to you?”
    “It’s a long story my love.”
    “Don’t worry my dear, go and shower first, we would talk about it later.” I was helping him remove his tie from his neck.
    “Daddy, daddy, welcome.”
    “That’s my boy. How are you my brain box?”
    “I’m fine daddy, our Aunty told us that there was a bomb blast and I’ve been waiting to ask you because mummy does not know anything?”
    “Close your mouth there.” I said.
    “Odin, mummy knows something ehn?” Odin shook his head in acquiescence.
    “And the bomb blast, some lives were saved.”
    “Thank God Daddy.”
    “That’s my boy.” My husband carried him on his shoulder playing with him before he took him to his room before he went to shower.
    As he was taking his bath, Odin ran to me.
    “Mummy, mummy, daddy bought me chocolate.”
    “Oh, and he bought me nothing.”
    “It’s because I know something more than you like the bomb blast.”
    “My boy is intelligent. He knows about the bomb blast.”
    “Yea! I know about the bomb blast.”
    “Have you done your assignment for tomorrow?”
    “No mummy but I have started it.”
    “Now go and finish it before lunch is ready.”
    “Yea! I love my mummy.”
    “I love you too baby.” I pinched him as he goes to his room, laughing.
    When my husband finished showering, he came to the kitchen where I was.
    “So what happened honey?”
    “I need to cook for my family first. It’s been long I did that.”
    “What can you cook? Do you think we want to drink tea for lunch?” I was laughing out loud.
    “Ok, I want to surprise you.”
    “Yes my love, so you go and rest in the room, I’ll invite you when it’s time.”
    Going to my room, I met Odin coming out from our bedroom.
    “And what is my baby doing in our room?”
    “I was looking for my mummy. I love my mummy even though I know something she doesn’t know.”
    “I love you too my baby.”
    “So have you finished your assignment?”
    “I’ve finished it mummy.”
    “Can we go to your room, let me check it out?”
    “Wow, this is great. I love it.”
    “Yea! I love my mummy.”
    “I love my baby too.”
    As I was jollying with my baby, my husband called.
    “My love, call Odin and you two should come and have something delicious.”
    As we were eating, Odin spoke up.
    “Mummy, the food is yummy yummy.”
    “That’s true my baby.”
    “Thanks honey for this. You’re everyday bringing joy into my life.”
    As soon as he finished eating, he rushed to the sitting room, putting on the telly. As soon as we finished eating, my husband carried me like a baby.
    “What are you doing honey? Stop it.”
    “I want to tell you what happened to me in the bedroom.”

    Episode 7

    “I’m coming home for lunch today my love.” My husband said the morning of the next day as he and Odin were leaving for school and office respectively.
    “Thanks honey, I love you.”
    “I love you too, my love.”
    “Oh, my baby, wait.” I rushed bringing his food flask.
    “Daddy, I love my mummy though I know something about the bomb blast she doesn’t know.”
    “Wow! I love my baby too.”
    Smiled smoothed my face as I waved them goodbye. My husband always kept his words, whether on personal or official terms. I know him to be a strict and diligent man who loves to work and work himself almost to death but he is proving to me that he can still love me as he goes about his work. He’s keeping his word and I’m happy that I’m with the man of my life.
    Going back inside the house, I picked up my phone only to see twelve missed calls. Busayo had been trying my number. I called her immediately.
    “Hello.” She said as she sobbed.
    “What is it Busayo? Stop crying and speak to me.”
    “This is the worst thing that has happened to me in all my life.”
    “Speak to me Bussy-baby and clean those tears.”
    “You won’t believe what has just happened to me.”
    “Speak to me first dear.”
    “It’s heavy on my mouth, I can’t speak.”
    “I’m coming to your house immediately.”
    I rushed to the bathroom, showering and wearing a kente gown. Driving fast out of the gate, almost hitting the gateman, I sped my way through to Busayo’s house.
    “You are already here.” She said as tears flowed down from her eyes.
    “Stop crying Bussy-baby and speak to me.”
    “You know what? Peter’s wife drove to this house and rained curses on my head.”
    “Was he married?”
    “That bastard has shattered and battered my life. I trusted him, sharing my life and body with him and the reward I gain is a million naira.”
    “What are you saying? Tell me something.”
    “He told me the wedding can no longer hold. He’s sorry for playing with my life but he can’t marry me. He has a wife and family overseas; he’s going back to them. I should better my life with the money. He would keep in touch.”
    “What rubbish is that?”
    “I tore the cheque in his presence; he thinks I gave him my life in exchange for money. Men cannot be trusted at all.”
    “Except my Raymond, I can trust him with everything in the world.”
    “I can give my consent to that. Ray is such a rare breed, a man of integrity and industry.”
    As I was trying to calm Busayo down, my phone beeped. It was my husband.
    “Hello honey.”
    “Yes my love, please I need to take a flight to the Federal Capital Territory.”
    “For what again? I’m not ready to lose you ooo.”
    “Don’t worry; you would not lose me my love.”
    “That’s alright honey.”
    “I love you.” He said. “I love you too.” I responded.
    “The intentions of Mr. President are perfect and must prevail.”
    “I beg to contradict Honorable Senator of the Federal Republic.”
    “Contradict the purposes of Mr. President? Are you out of your senses?” Senator Ogundipe bellowed at my husband.
    “I am so sorry if that’s how it would seem Senator.” My husband responded calmly, apologizing.
    “You mean you want to shatter the consensus of the Grand Democratic Party?”
    “As the Chairman of the Nations Electoral Commission, I cannot work according to the President’s directives as far as they contradict the foundational tenets of this commission. I must adhere strictly to the fundamental principles, Honorable Senator. There are no two ways about it.”
    “Do you know that you were put in as the chairman of the commission because the president thought you will comply accordingly so as to be made the Minister of Finance after the elections?”
    “If that’s the dividend of a corrupt electoral process, I prefer not to be part of it Senator.”
    “Do you know your actions bespeak your removal from office?” The senator said to my husband, shaking his head in annoyance.
    “If that’s the price of integrity, I gladly accept it as my fate.” My husband said without much ado.
    “Mr. Raymond, do you know what you are saying?”
    “I mean every one of my word, Honorable Senator.”
    “Get out from my office before I incur the wrath of the president.”
    “I’m really sorry if my words have grossly infuriated you Senator, I’m only trying to work according to laid down principles.”
    “Principles my shit, get out from my office, you ingrate.”
    Instead of arguing further, my husband went out before the Senator invited the security to embarrass him out of his office.
    Two weeks after, my husband was the topic of all the headlines in all the National dailies. By the grace of God, he was the only survivor in an assassination attempt. The Vice-Chairman of the Nation’s Electoral Commission who was with him in our house was shot dead in my presence. What saved my husband was that the assassins mistook his deputy for him. I was talking with him and they thought he was my husband. He was the only one shot. The rest of us were threatened but no bullets penetrated our bodies.
    What did Senator Ogundipe did thereafter? He certainly knew that he had done the most dreaded thing just on the week before the nation’s primaries. He quickly notified the president who, with him, tried to placate my husband and the entire electoral commission. There were lots of condolence and consolation gifts from the office of the President, the office of Senator Ogundipe and the office of many other high dignitaries of the Grand Democratic Party. My husband wanted to sue Senator Ogundipe but he had no evidence to justify the assassination, so I advised him to keep his fingers crossed.
    During the burial of the vice-chairman of the Nation’s Electoral Commission, many people were in attendance. The President, Senator Ogundipe and many senators and governors of the Federal Republic were present. During his eulogy, Senator Ogundipe said: “Though we erring mortals fail to understand, God works through our death to bring us glory.” He spoke like a saint and I admired his words but I watched him seething in rage because in the Federal Republic, people kill everyday and keep on living like everything is just perfect.
    During the primaries, my husband tried as much as possible and I can say that the elections were free, fair and transparent. But when the main elections came, the surprise that blew my head was the fact that all those working in the electoral commission seemed bought and the elections went just as not planned by my husband. The main elections were completely rigged and Mr. President, Senator Ogundipe and those stamped by the president were elected as governors, senators and chairmen of the local governments. Though my husband was not part of the rigging, he was appointed the Minister of Finance. I persuaded him to accept the offer and let bygones be bygones but he refused. Two weeks later, he was shot dead while on his way to the office.

    Episode 8

    My late husband wrote his son as the heir to all his properties but everything should be under my control until he reached the age of twenty-one. I was the happiest woman in the world even though his younger brother had been coming arguing that I killed his brother because I wanted to inherit everything. He had been coming around the house disturbing until our family lawyer read the will in the presence of all family members. Busayo had been depressed and I wanted to be closer to her so as to encourage her that she can still find love again. I employed her as the Accountant-in-Chief of Ray and Sons Ltd. I’ve been seeing Mr. Kayode only on official matters now. Moreover, he was a married man and I wouldn’t want to put two hearts asunder. But surprisingly, I received a parcel from my gateman on reaching home one afternoon. After coming down from the car, I opened the parcel as I was walking inside our home. It was a letter and a flower. The cover had the title: “A Letter to My Boss’ Wife.”
    Dear Tonia,
    I’m sorry for writing you but read this letter with “hakuri” because like the Latins say, “non sum dingus”, I’m just not worthy. Deep inside the bottomless part of my innermost heart is a sweet madness which pushes me so hard to write you this letter. My one and only experience with you stole my heart away from me.
    First accept my sincerest condolences to you for the lost of your husband, my boss and faithful mentor. To tell you the truth, since I encountered you, I’ve longed for something more. You brought sunshine into my life’s pathway no matter the misery and melancholy that characterize our unsecured condition in the country. Since you took over the position of your late husband, you’ve been the loving object of my eyes. How stupid am I but I can’t spend a day without the thought of you. My days are filled with sadness without you. Where have you been? Where, oh where have you been leaving my heart so sour? I’m trying to reach your heart with my true words, whispering that I love you.
    I cannot live another day, no, not another day without you. Listen to me, take my heart and soul even though I’m a married man and you, a widow.
    I love you.
    From Kayode.
    What is this? “Listen to me, take my heart and soul even though I’m a married man and you, a widow.”
    This man must be unfaithful to his wife. Why would he be asking me of such a thing? I went to the kitchen and quickly burned the letter and the flower inclusive. I can’t take this rubbish. I decided to discuss with Busayo who stopped by my house on her way from the market the next day.
    “Bussy-baby, there’s something I’ve been meaning to share with you since yesterday.”
    “What’s that?”
    “You know Kayode in the office?”
    “Yes, the one whom we met when we went shopping for my sham marriage naah.”
    “Perfect, he wrote me a letter asking me to be his girl friend. He has the guts to say since he’s married and I’m a widow.”
    “What the hell! And what did you say to him in reply?”
    “I’ve not replied him yet. I want to cease his employment and make him jobless.”
    “No, don’t go that far; he’s one of the most diligent of all the workers in your company.”
    “Then I would give him the warning of his life.”
    “That will be fine for you’re his boss’ wife, his new boss.”
    Although I burnt his parcel and warned him embarrassingly in the office, I couldn’t stop thinking of him. I remembered the way Kayode kissed me; his luscious lips tasted like mint explosion. It was a perfect meeting and mating I had since longed for more. Switching off the lights in Odin’s room at night, my son exclaimed.
    “Mummy, I love you!”
    “I love you too honey.”
    “But I know something about the bomb blast that mummy does not know.”
    “That’s my baby.” I said as we both laughed.
    I went to my room that night thinking of Kayode. Sunk was I in thoughts, imagining myself in his arms. As I was touching myself, my phone rang. It was a text message so I didn’t bother to check it. Since the death of his father, I’ve been calling Odin the names I used to call his dad. Odin loves me and I don’t want any Kayode to come in between our happy lives but the truth is that I have not been able to stop thinking of him. What has been happening to me is what I do not know right now. Leaving my room, I went peeping to see whether Odin has slept off. Yes, he had slept off. Going back to my room, I picked up my phone to read through the message; it was Kayode.
    “Please don’t say no to me for my life is in your hands. I’ve been sick because my heart leaves me daily in search of you. Make me well again by saying yes. I love you.”
    What will I do now? I can’t deny the fact that thoughts of him have been the predominant thing on my mind. Should I say yes and keep the affair hidden from Busayo and my son? Yes, that’s what I will do. Kayode is such a handsome and romantic man.
    I pressed the reply button and send a reply to him.
    “I love you too Kayode-baby and let’s meet tomorrow at 10am to begin our love peregrination.”
    Before I knew it, he called me immediately.
    “I’m so happy you accepted.”
    “I couldn’t run away from my feelings. It was the best thing I could do.”
    “But won’t your son be home by 10am tomorrow?”
    “Are you not a dad, tomorrow is a school day man…c’mon go to bed.”
    “I love you.” He said with a singing voice.
    “I love you too hon…good night.” I stopped immediately. I shouldn’t call him what I used to call my late husband; his son deserves that more than any man in the world. My husband has just been buried and I’m about to begin a relationship with another man.
    When I drove Odin to school the next door, he reminded me of his father. He was such a good child, doing things far above his age.
    “I love mummy.” He said to the gateman.
    “I love you too honey.” I shouted, smiling.
    While on my way home, I put a call to my secretary, intimating her that I will not be in the office today because of an important appointment. Appointment ke? I smiled as I increased my speed, overtaking cars imagining that Kayode was already waiting for me.
    I reached home and changed to something simple. I wore a jean shorts and a T-shirt. I moved to the sitting room and put on the telly, quickly channeling to telemundo. Before I finished watching a scene, a car horned. It was Kayode horning to get into my house.
    “Ooh, I’m so glad you made it.” I said.
    “I excused myself from office today.” He said.
    “We have all the time for us. The whole world can wait.”
    “Yes dear, we can catch some fun here.”

    Episode 9

    After a meeting with the Heads of Departments of my husband’s company, I followed Busayo to her house before going to pick up Odin from school. I was pressed, so I went to the comfort station to pee when my phone rang. It was a message and Busayo read it before I came out.
    “Tony-baby, what the hell are you doing with Kayode?”
    “Like what?” I pretended as if nothing is going on between I and him.
    “Don’t lie here joor, you think you can spoil what Ray laboured to establish?”
    “Where are you going? Better stop it.”
    “Stop what, c’mon, take your phone and tell him where you two will be meeting tonight.” She threw my phone at me and I saw the message.
    “Bussy-baby, you have to understand.”
    “Understand what? That you want to crumble Ray’s family and company or what?”
    “I know you will not understand. See Busayo, I’m a woman and need some good man to touch me. I can’t stay masturbating all by myself jare.”
    “Is that all you can say?”
    “See, the issue here is that I have feelings for Kayode, even though I was kind of wondering why he sent me the parcel he did send.” I did as if nothing had happened between us two some lovely day before my husband’s demise.
    “My friend, Tony-baby, I know you have a life to live. You’re a young widow and your things are still in shape but you have to be careful. Look at your son and see a replica of Ray.”
    “If you can’t get a man and marry, don’t be telling me rubbish about life. What do you know about life?” I spoke to her as if we’ve not been friends for quite some years now.
    “Listen to me Tonia or ruin your life joor.” She told me as she went into her bedroom. I called her but she wouldn’t answer, so I left to pick up Odin from school.
    “Mummy, I love you but I know something about the bomb blast that mummy does not know.”
    “That’s my boy.” Truly, in him is a replica of Ray; his pointed nose, lovely brown eyes and dark hair. My son is just like his father; like father like son, they say.
    In the evening, I forgot to fry some fish for my son. He had been piscivorous all his small years. What is happening to me?
    “Mummy, where’s my fish. Ooh, mummy is selfish; she prepared chicken for only herself.”
    “No baby.” I rushed to the kitchen and fried some fish for him but he was gone before I came out. I followed him to his room and saw him crying. Getting closer and wiping his tears and telling him I have special fish for him tonight and I wanted to surprise him, he burst out laughing and we went back to the dining eating. Surprisingly, Kayode showed up and I went to open the door for him as Odin went upstairs.
    “Baby, I came to take you out for party.”
    “What party? You know I have a son to protect?”
    “I know but you have to get my point naah.”
    “Which point is that?” I said and saw his lips approaching mine.
    “Mummy, mummy.” My son called from upstairs.
    “Oh, my son.” But before Kayode could get up from me because he was already on top right there in the sitting room, my son shouted as he fell down from above, breaking his hand. Odin was breathing loud and I raced him to the hospital after asking Kayode to leave my house.
    In the hospital, the doctor said my son will get up soonest; it was not a complicated medical case just that he broke his hand.
    “Madame, don’t worry, your son will be up and doing very soon.”
    “Thank you doctor, I really appreciate your work.”
    “It’s my pleasure ma’am.” I stared at the doctor when he called me ‘ma’am.’ I wondered as I pondered what people see in me that they address me with such respect.
    In the morning, Odin woke up smiling. As I watched him closely, I saw the photocopy of my husband.
    “Mummy, where am I? What happened to my hand?”
    “Don’t worry honey, you will be fine.”
    “I love you mummy but I don’t know that man that was on top of you.”
    “Ooh…don’t worry about that baby.”
    All of a sudden, Odin closed his eyes and I jumped up.
    “Oh, thank God, he doesn’t know what’s going on. Besides, he’s only a child.” I said smiling, moving from one end of the hospital room to the next before the doctor came in.
    “Madame, what happened to your son?”
    “I don’t know, we just spoke now before he closed his eyes.”
    Checking my son’s eyes and his pulse rate, the doctor discovered that he was no longer breathing. The doctor looked at me and shook his head.
    “Doctor, what has happened to him? Don’t tell me he’s dead.” I started crying.
    “Madame, your son is gone? Maybe there was internal bleeding we didn’t discover early.”
    “Gone to where? Doctor, tell me you’re kidding. Doctor, no, no, no.” I started crying as I touched my son’s body looking at him. Indeed, he was the photocopy of his father; his replica. Holding him on my laps, I saw his eyes opened and closed and breathing in and out.
    “Doctor, doctor.” I shouted. A nurse came saying the doctor is doing his ward round, I should not be disturbing the whole hospital.
    “What are you saying? My son’s life is at stake and you are telling me not to disturb the whole hospital, you must be out of your mind.”
    “Madame, don’t say rubbish to me ooo, I’m not any girl you just speak anyhow to ooo.” I felt like slapping the nurse but I didn’t want to call attention. Besides, my child’s life is far more precious than a petty quarrel.
    “I’m sorry nurse, I was really worried because the doctor declared my son dead.”
    “Dead? But look at him smiling.”
    “Yes dear, he just opened his eyes now.”
    “Sorry ma’am, I never meant to be rude to you.”
    “I understand your job nurse.” I said to the nurse as my phone rang. It was Busayo.
    “Hello Bussy-baby.”
    “Hello Tonia, I didn’t see you in the office and I was really concerned.”
    “Ooh, an accident happened yesterday, I’m in the hospital at the moment.”
    “What happened?”
    “My son fell down from upstairs and broke his hand.”
    “How? Where were you?”
    “It’s all my fault but I’ve learnt my lesson.”
    “Tony-baby, I’m coming right away. Which hospital are you?”
    “The Covenant Hospital.”
    “Oh, I will be there soon.”
    When she came, I narrated the entire story to her and she looked at me. Odin was sleeping when she arrived, so we talked and chatted, remembering our university days even.
    “But you were a hot babe, no guy could get you that easily naah, what has changed you?” she asked, smiling.
    “Don’t mind me joor, I just can’t explain it jare.”
    “So what are you going to do about the Kayode of a man before he destroys you and your son?”
    “I’ve made a fundamental decision.”
    “And what’s that?”
    “I’m removing him from office; I want him far from my life.”
    “I think that will be the best idea now.”
    “I think so too.” I said.

    Episode 10

    “What are you doing?” Busayo asked as soon as she entered the hospital room.
    “Ooh Busayo, I was thinking you weren’t coming again.”
    “Not coming again? Noo, I would have arrived earlier if not for the traffic.” She said smiling.
    My son had been discharged from the hospital and I was dressing him up when she came in. She had told me she would be coming after work and I thought she was not coming again since it was already late in the evening
    “Hmmmm, I just hope we will reach home early this evening.”
    “We would reach home naah, let me help you put the clothes in the suitcase.” She started arranging the clothes as I was drawing up his pair of trousers.
    “Thank you joor.”
    “Aunty Busayo good evening.” Odin greeted her.
    “Odin, how are you?”
    “I am fine but mummy said I broke my hand.”
    “Don’t mind mummy; your hand is fine.”
    “I don’t mind my mummy but I’m thinking about my daddy because I saw a man on top of mummy the other day.” He shook his head and I watched his eyes closing and opening, wondering what was exactly on his mind.
    “Odin, don’t worry about that man; mummy loves you so much.” I said as I quickly tied his belt around his waist.
    “Tonia, you have to do something fast about that Kayode of a man before he…”
    “Trust me naah, I am dismissing him from office as soon as I step my feet there tomorrow.” I was saying when the nurse came in with Odin’s drugs. I received the drugs from her and put them inside the suitcase before we left the hospital.
    The next day, I told my secretary to typeset a letter for me. It was Mr. Kayode’s Letter of Dismissal. I had spent the night thinking about whether to go ahead and dismiss him or not since he had not done anything against the company’s moral code. I decided to still ask him to leave because I couldn’t stop thinking of him; working closely with him can ignite my feelings and I don’t want that to happen again.
    “Madame, is there anything wrong?” Mr. Kayode said when I summoned him to my office.
    “Who are you calling Madame? You better get out from my sight before I…” I threw a white envelope at him without saying a word.
    “Madame, is there any work for me outside the office environment?” He asked calmly.
    I looked at him and remembered the first day I met him; the day he touched me. I tried to evade the experience of him out of my mind but it all seemed like a herculean task. I settled at my desk and began moving my fingers on the arm of the chair as I showed him the way out of my office. After some three minutes, my office phone rang. The secretary was calling to let me know that he was coming to see me.
    “Tell Mr. Kayode I don’t want to see him in my life.” I shouted on the phone. “Let him get out of my life.” I said to myself.
    “But Madame…” the secretary was saying.
    “Do as I say or you lose your job.” I said, sounding bossy.
    After work that day, Busayo intimated me on her new found friend. She had met another guy and she seemed to be falling for him already.
    “The guy is just awesome.” She was saying and smiling.
    “Bussy-baby, who is this guy you are already crazy about?”
    “His name is Andrew; I met him just by my gate.”
    “By your gate, doing what?”
    “Oh, he was asking about a neighbour and we ended up exchanging numbers.”
    “Busayo, you have to watch him before you let him steal your heart without loving you.” I was telling her and she was just smiling. “Busayo, what charm did he do for you?” I asked her and she burst out laughing.
    “Charm ke? Andrew is just different; I fell in love with him as soon as I saw him.”
    “Love abi? I just hope Andrew will not deceive you like Peter did.”
    “No, Andrew cannot do that. The way he smiled at me made me forget my former love.”
    I was happy that nothing disastrous had happened to my son. He was playing his computer games when I returned from work and the way he welcomed me made me remembered my late husband.
    “Mummy, mummy, welcome.”
    “How are you honey?”
    “I’m fine mummy; I love my mummy.”
    “Mummy loves you too honey.”
    After I cooked that evening, my son told me as we were eating that he wants to go to school the next day. I wanted him to have more rest until he recovered fully but the smiles all over his face couldn’t let me say no. I saw in him the face of my late husband and I loved him more.

    Episode 11

    As a kid growing up, my dad always picked me up from school and I always imagined those memorable days anytime I went picking up my son from school. Since I lost my husband, I always made sure I was there for him at all times but it happened this afternoon that I was in a meeting with the Board of Trustees of my husband’s company and I couldn’t go to pick up Odin from school. I almost forgot when I sent a text message to Busayo to help me pick him up. Thirty minutes later, I received a phone call.
    “Hello.” It was just after the meeting with the members of the Board of Trustees.
    “Is this Mrs. Anthonia Raymond?” A manly voice from the other end spoke up.
    “Yes, who am I speaking with?”
    “You are speaking with Dr. Henry from St. Gerald’s Hospital.”
    “How may I help you doctor?”
    “I’m sorry to inform you that Miss Busayo was involved in an accident.”
    “You mean Busayo, my friend and my only child?” I yelled over the phone.
    “I’m sorry ma’am but your presence is needed urgently in the hospital.”
    “I’ll be there right away.” I ran out of the office and went to the parking lodge. My hands were shaking when I entered the car. To steady myself, I sat back and took a slow, deep breath. My mind was filled with images of my son and Busayo. Hope they were not dead or seriously injured? I was not only concerned but really worried. All the way to the hospital, I couldn’t shake the mental image of my son from my mind. He was all I had and I didn’t want anything to happen to him. As soon as I reached the hospital, the nurses were walking up and down, carrying files and hardly speaking with anyone.
    “Good afternoon.” I greeted a nurse whose hands touched mine mistakenly.
    “Good afternoon ma’am.”
    “Please some accident victims were brought to the hospital.”
    “Ooh, are you related to any of them?” My heart was beating in a fast tempo and I had a feeling that something bad had happened but the doctor didn’t want to let me know over the phone.
    “Are they fine?” I quickly asked the nurse.
    “We’re doing our best ma’am.” The nurse said and at that instant, I nearly fell down before somebody held me from behind. It was another nurse.
    “Um…thank you nurse.”
    “You’re welcome ma’am.” The nurse said and walked away.
    “Doctor.” I called the doctor who was passing but he didn’t stop. “Doctor, doctor.” I called again and again before he stopped.
    “Yes, can I help you?”
    “Yes doctor, I am Mrs. Anthonia Raymond, the one you spoke with on phone.”
    “Oh, I remember.” He paused for some seconds before he added: “Can I see you immediately in my office please.”
    “Are they fine?” I asked but the doctor was trying to calm me down. “Doctor, is my son alright?” I shouted and the doctor held my hand.
    “Yes, your son is fine.” He said and my mind calmed down.
    In his office, the doctor wanted to speak to me when he stammered.
    “Doctor, is everything alright?” I asked him, my mind still perturbed.
    “Madame, everything is not alright; we lost the two other victims.”
    “What?” I shouted and started crying.
    “You need to be strong ma’am.” The doctor told me in a calm tune. He led me to the room where Busayo’s body lay covered. I saw my friend’s corpse and I couldn’t hold myself. I stood there speechless and tears fell from my wet eyes. The doctor looked at me before he covered the body.
    “What about the other victim?” I asked in a trembling voice.
    “Madame, the other victim is in the next room but the husband to the woman is there and wouldn’t want to be disturbed now. I shook my head, my eyes still wet with tears as I asked the doctor if I could see my son.
    “Can I see my son then?”
    “That’s no problem ma’am; your son is in the children’s ward. He sustained a minor injury and a nurse was helping to dress the wound.”
    “Ooh, my son.” My eyes were streaming tears.
    “Mummy I love you.” My son said.
    “I love you too honey.” I carried him and kissed him.
    After I had seen my son, the doctor led me to the room where the other victim lay. I left my son with one of the nurses and followed the doctor. As soon as I stepped my feet inside the room, I froze when I saw the husband of the deceased. It was Mr. Kayode.

    Episode 12

    “I’m sorry for your loss.” I said as tears of pity coursed down my face.
    “Thanks.” Mr. Kayode responded, after which he lowered his head and looked me in the eyes.
    “I’m also sorry for your loss.” He said, biting his lips and brushing away the tears on his face. As I made the move towards the door, he called me.
    “Tonia, I love you.”
    “Hmmm, I don’t love you.” I said with a frown. “Think about your dead wife and forget about me.” I turned, stared at him before I walked out of the hospital room.
    “You have a very nice child.” The nurse with whom I left my son with said softly.
    “Thanks nurse.” I expressed my sentiments of gratitude.
    “Mummy, what about aunty Busayo? We were together in the car before the car tumbled.”
    “Aunty Busayo is fine.” I lied to my son.
    “Mummy, is she dead?” My son asked. “I heard a nurse telling another nurse that two people died.” My eyes lingered on the face of my child. What should I tell him? I began to ponder. I was a little bit flummoxed.
    “Take care of your son, I have to go now.” The nurse said. I was thinking about Busayo and the way death had suddenly stolen her away from me.
    “I appreciate you.” I told the nurse before she briskly walked out of my sight. My son then ran to my arms with a shout: “I love you mummy.”
    “Mummy loves you too honey.” I whispered into his ears and he laughed as I pinched him on the ear.
    “What will I do now?” I was asking myself, not knowing I was speaking out loud.
    “Mummy will take me home.” My son said. “That’s what you will do mummy?” My son smiled and I saw my husband’s face in him and his pointed nose reminded me of my husband’s handsomeness.
    I felt faint as I sat down inside the car. I kicked it off and before I realized it, I was already on the road, maneuvering the steering wheel. My son was drinking the yoghurt I bought him just outside the hospital gate as I was thinking about Busayo. It all sounded like a dream and I tried to evade the thought of the fact that I will never chat with her again, maybe until we meet in the netherworld.
    Five years later, my son wrote the entrance examination into High School and he passed with flying colours. I was elated that he was going to a boarding school: St. Joseph’s College. After I had helped him dressed his bed and arranged his box in the hostel, I went seeing the principal of the school.
    “Good day sir.” I greeted him.
    “Good afternoon Madame. You are welcome to St. Joseph’s College.” The bulky, bespectacled man made me feel at home. He had gray strands of hair combed over the top of his bald head and he was wearing a black bow tie and a black suit that looked as though it belonged to someone of a much smaller frame. His white shirt strained at each buttonhole as if one more bite of the slice of bread on his hand would explode the buttons around the cluttered cubicle. His eyes blinked as he peruse through the list of items on the prospectus. I sat very straight, folding my hands on what remained of my lap and silently wishing the best for my son.
    “Mrs. Anthonia, did you get all these for your son?” The principal asked me, holding the prospectus.
    “Yes sir, I bought everything required and even more.” I answered him.
    “Then be sure that your son will receive the best training possible. We have the most qualified teachers in the state.”
    “I really do appreciate you sir.” I said when a young lady barged into the office.
    “Ooh, I’m sorry sir; I didn’t know you have a guest.” The charming looking damsel apologized to the principal.
    “That’s no problem Miss Elizabeth.” She handed a file to him before she turned towards the door. I looked at the mini skirt she wore and the way she walked, shaking her butt made me smile.
    As soon as I came out of the principal’s office, I saw my son standing next to the car chatting with another freshman.
    “Mummy, meet Christopher my friend.” My son said smiling and exposing his open teeth. “Christopher, meet my mum, the best mother in the world.”
    “No, my mummy is the best mum in the world.” Christopher said and I burst out laughing.
    “You two have great mothers.” I said. “And don’t forget to marry your books.” I gave my son some pocket money and gave Christopher some two thousand notes before I entered my car and kicked off.
    During the holidays, my son invited Christopher to spend some days with us. It was while he was in our house that I discovered that he had lost his mum and he was being raised by only his father.
    “I’m so happy to be here Odin.” He was speaking to my son.
    “I’m also happy you finally consented to come around.” My son said, making a sigh.
    “I never wanted to leave my dad all alone.”
    “What about your mum?” My son asked him.
    “My mum died while in an auto crash some years ago.”
    “I’m sorry about your mum but I’m glad we have something in common.”
    “And what could that be?”
    “We are children with single parents. You have a dad and I have a mum. We should be glad and make merry.” My son said out loud and I heard him from the kitchen.Episode 13 (Final)“Hurry up Chris, my mum is already waiting for us.” My son said. I had promised to take them to the Amusement Park.
    “Wait, I’m speaking with my dad.” Chris said, holding his phone with his right hand and making a sign with his left hand, telling me to wait.
    “Yes dad.” He said on the phone.
    “Where did you say your friend’s house is? I’m coming to get you immediately.” His dad was saying from the other end.
    “Dad, I’m not coming home today; we are going to the Amusement Park.”
    “Amusement what? You grandma wants to see you.”
    “Dad, tell grandma that I’ll be seeing her as soon as I return, we’re already on our way to the Amusement Park.”
    “I’m coming to get you from there; you will have other opportunities to meet with your friend.” His dad said and ended the call.
    “Mummy, wait, Chris is coming.” My son told me as I picked up the car key from the table.
    On our way to the Amusement Park, we stopped at the “Juice and Spice” and bought some snacks and drinks.
    “Mummy, get some egg roll too.” My son said pointing his hand to a “Juice and Spice” waitress who was giving some egg rolls to a customer. I bought some and got some ice cream, in addition to some soft drinks.
    We were held on traffic just before the Amusement Park; a trailer fell down and blocked the road. The security agents were trying to get the trailer off the road when my son opened the door of the car and went out.
    “Where are you going?” I called my son but he was keenly watching what was happening. Before I could stop him, Chris joined him and I saw myself following them.
    “Mummy, we’ve even reached the Amusement Park; that’s the gate.” My son was pointing his fingers at the gate and I was just smiling deep within me. “This boy is just behaving like his father.”
    “Chris, c’mon, let’s go inside the Amusement Park and begin to play.” My son dragged Chris with his hand and before I could stop them, they were opening the gate to the Amusement Park. I later joined them when the trailer was taken off the road.
    As we were eating, drinking and watching the camaraderie of the charming species in the zoological garden of the Amusement Park, Chris’ phone beeped.
    “Hello daddy.” He answered the call.
    “Hello son, where are you in the Amusement Park? I’m here with your grandma to see you.”
    “I’m in the zoological garden admiring the caged lions and zebra.”
    “I’ll be there in a minute.”
    When Chris saw his grandma, he ran and embraced her. I was chatting and smiling with my son when I saw Mr. Kayode hugging Chris. Was he his father? He was as shocked as I was when he saw me.
    “Dad, meet Odin, my friend and his mum.”
    “Good day sir, Chris has told me a lot about you.”
    “How are you enjoying your small picnic?” Mr. Kayode asked my son.
    “It’s been great sir.” My son responded with a smile.
    “Chris’ dad, nice to meet you.” I said pretending as if I was just meeting him for the first time. He shot an incredulous look at me and I saw myself almost stammering.
    “Mummy, good afternoon.” I greeted his mother and she smiled.
    “Good afternoon my daughter. You know what children enjoy most.” She said.
    I looked at Kayode’s dark eyes and they reflected a man of strong passions. I still had feelings for him but I didn’t want to create a scene in front of our kids. As Chris and my son went watching the crocodiles, Chris’ grandma sat down sipping a drink. It was at that instant that Kayode brought his chair close to mine. He tried talking to me but I didn’t give him the chance. I stood up from there and went joining my son and his friend, leaving Kayode and his mother.
    “Mummy, look at this tilapia.” My son said. We watched as we admired the animal species until we saw some children playing and running up and down at one end of the garden. My son and Chris joined them and instead of going back to where I sat and where we dropped our things, I decided to go to the lions than go and meet Kayode.
    When my son and his friend finished playing and came around, we three walked to where Kayode and his mum sat.
    “Daddy, why are you looking at my friend’s mum like that?” Chris asked his father and I shivered with surprise.
    “Nothing son, I’m just wondering why she came with you two to play here.” Kayode responded with common sense, hiding the truth.
    “Or do you love her dad?” His son asked further. At that point, I was awestruck.
    “I love my mummy but you can love her too, Chris told me that you are a good daddy.” My son said.
    “Mummy, do you love him?” My son asked and I denied loving him, staring at him as tears rose in my eyes.
    “Chris, I can’t find one leg of my shoes.” My son said.
    “Odin, I think you left it in front of the lion’s cage.” My son and Chris walked to the lion’s cage to get one leg of his sandal. It was at that point in time that Kayode’s mother stared at us too and smiled, making a deep sigh.
    “Kayode, I love you.” I didn’t know how the words came out. After some seconds of silence, he responded: “I love you too dear.” As the words tumbled from his lips, he came closer. I couldn’t fight the desire that suddenly surged within me. I had tried too long and too hard to hold it in check but it overshadowed me; my feelings for him swept through me like a fire, searing her nerve endings, heating the surface of my skin, burning all the spots that ached for a man’s touched. Without saying a word, I kissed him and he embraced me so passionately. His mother’s gaze was on us. When Chris and my son returned, they saw me in his arms and they all smiled, hugging us two and smiling.
    He married me thereafter and Chris and Odin became brothers; they were the ones who affirmed our union. They remained our heroes ever after.

    The End


    I wish to use this opportunity to express my unalloyed gratitude to you all who followed this story from the beginning right to the end.

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