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CHAPTER ONE Efosa embraced his wife and beamed with joy. It was their tenth wedding Anniversary. It was also his forty-fifth birthday and her thirty-fifth birthday. His parents and siblings, inclusive her parents and siblings were in Lagos to celebrate with them. It was a private party, just them and their immediate families. God had given them a beautiful nine-year-old girl, Edua and his wife was seven months pregnant with their twin boys. When they found out a month ago, after her scan at the Ante-natal clinic, their joy had known no bounds. They had been praying to God to bless them with another child since the birth of their daughter. At a point, they lost hope. Just when they were about to give up completely, and while contemplating adopting a child, God surprised them with a miracle pregnancy and it turned out to be twin boys. Exactly what they had been praying for, a male child, but God graced them with two! Double portion! His transport business was also moving well and he had been able to buy a house, a six-bedroom duplex in Lokogoma, Apo, a segregated part of Abuja. He had about eight luxurious buses plying different routes all over the country. Business was good and he had been able to set up a first grade butik for his wife in Wuse market. Presently, she owned about three other shops in other parts of the Federal Capital Territory. God had blessed them richly and they were eternally grateful. Efosa and Adesua turned towards the eight steps cake, holding a table knife. Everyone sang for them, and at the end of the song, they cut the cake. Their parents and siblings clapped and cheered as the couple kissed. Edua jumped in excitement. She loved to see her parents happy. She stood by their side and grinned from ear to ear. It was a good thing that her mother would be delivering a set of twins soon. She had been an only child for far too long. It would be fun to have two little brothers. Most of her school mates had younger siblings and she often wondered what it was like. She was going to get a first-hand experience once the babies arrived. The photographer moved around, taking pictures of the celebrants and everyone else, while the video-man covered the event. Osagie and Osaze, Efosa’s younger brothers walked out of the large sitting room and stood at a slightly dark corner in the hall way. They opened a bottle of fruit wine and emptied a whitish powdery substance in it. Osaze shook the bottle till the substance blended with the wine. Osagie grinned with satisfaction, grabbed his brother’s hands and pulled him along. They returned to the party room and approached the celebrants. “Congratulations!” Osagie shook hands with his elder brother. “Hey… thanks,” Efosa smiled in appreciation. “God has blessed you on all sides. We rejoice with you,” Osaze chimed in. “Thank you. I am grateful,” he looked from one to the other. Osagie refilled the couples’ half-empty glasses with the fruit wine he was holding. “Thank you,” the celebrants chorused. They sipped at their drink and ate from the cake on their plate. Edua tugged at her uncle’s trouser, “I want some too,” she raised her empty glass. Adesua eyed her daughter, “Don’t mind her.” Osagie chuckled, “Leave her, it is just fruit wine,” he filled the girl’s glass with the wine. Edua sipped at the drink and left her parents’ side before her mother could attempt to collect the glass from her. “You should allow her to enjoy herself,” Osagie encouraged his sister-in-law. “If you cage her all the time, she will start doing things behind your back,” Osaze added quickly. “Exactly,” Osagie nodded in agreement. Adesua sighed. She didn’t want to start an argument, “She is just nine. I cannot allow her to misuse her privileges.” Efosa’s brothers laughed. “Let her be. We are all celebrating,” Osagie refilled their almost empty glasses again. Adesua saw her mother through the corner of her eyes. She was standing at the doorway and beckoning at her. “Please excuse me,” she walked away and approached her mother. The moment they were out of the room, Osasu collected the wine glass from her daughter. “You shouldn’t be drinking,” she eyed her. “It is just fruit wine,” Adesua protested. “Stick to fruit juice,” Osasu headed to the kitchen, “I am going to throw this into the sink.” Adesua groaned and returned to the sitting room. Her younger sisters pulled her close. “You look so beautiful,” Ehinomen complimented her. “I am taking this your dress back to Benin with me,” Osedebamen added quickly. Adesua smiled, “No problem. I will pack it with a few other things for you.” Osedebamen beamed with gratitude, “Thanks sis.” “What about me?” Ehinomen addressed her elder sister. Adsesua turned to her, “And of course, you too.” “Good, good. What do we have a big rich sister for?” Ehinomen winked at her. They all laughed and giggled. Adesua’s eyes met her husband’s gaze. He was standing across the room with his brothers. He winked at her and blew her a kiss. His gesture made her to laugh. She was happy that she said yes to him when he proposed many years ago. She had no regrets. Osagie and Osaze urged Efosa to finish the bottle of wine. He started to hiccup after draining the last glass. He began to feel very uncomfortable, he left the sitting room and his younger brothers followed behind him. He went up to the master bedroom, hurried into the bathroom and splashed some water on his face. When he came out, his brothers were waiting for him in the room. The annoying hiccups returned. “Why don’t you sit down?” Osagie suggested. “You should lie down for a while,” Osaze advised him. Efosa nodded in agreement and sat on the large bed. The hiccups worsened. He laid on his back and a sharp pain pierced his chest region. He grabbed the area with his hand and looked up at his younger siblings. They stood at a distance, watching him like vultures. He tried to speak, but, another pain cut through him. What was happening to him? Was it a heart attack? He was too young to be experiencing such. He was in good health and he was always in the hospital for one check-up or the other. He couldn’t cry, he couldn’t speak, but, he was feeling excruciating pains. His breathing changed. It came in short, fast, gasp. He raised his head, searching for his brothers. They were still standing there. Why were they not trying to help him? They didn’t even look alarmed. The pain spread to his neck region, strangling him in the process. His eyeballs widened in shock and fear. It occurred to him that he was dying. He closed his eyes and opened them. God! It wasn’t his time to die. He had so much to do on earth. He wanted to watch his daughter grow and his sons were arriving into the world soon. He wanted to see his children’s children. It wasn’t fair. It wasn’t his time to die. He managed to roll over and fell on the rugged floor with a thud. Maybe if he could crawl to the door, find his way down the stairs, someone would be able to help him. He gathered the remaining strength he had and dragged his weight towards the opened door. One of his brothers went to the door and kicked it. It slammed against the wall. He froze in that spot and looked up at them. It dawned on him that they were responsible for his condition. What did they do to him? Why? He had been good to them. He had been taking care of his parents and siblings since he began to amass wealth. No one lacked anything in his family. He didn’t understand the reason behind their evil action. It broke his heart that the ones he loved with all his heart wanted him dead. He started to cough hysterically. He bowed his head as memories flashed through his mind’s eye. His childhood years, his school days, friends he met, mistakes he made, successes he achieved, awards he got from different organizations, people he worked with, his staff, his lovely wife, the birth of his daughter replayed in a second, and the event of that night came last. He rolled and lay on his back, coughing and staring at the ceiling, hands wrapped around his body, panting for breath. He thanked God for everything. He had lived a good life. He felt life slipping out of his mortal body. He relaxed and gave in to the peace and calm that enveloped him. Suddenly, he gasped and breathed his last. xxxxxx Osasu found her grand-daughter in the kitchen, sipping from a glass of wine. She collected the glass from the girl and threw the content into the sink. “Grandma!” Edua cried out, alarmed at the woman’s action. “Shut up!” she eyed the girl. “I was drinking that…” she pouted her mouth and eyed the woman. “How old are you?” she hissed and walked out. Edua ran to the sink. The wine was gone. She stomped her feet on the tiled floor, eyes smarted with tears. She hoped everyone would leave their house and go back to wherever they came from soon. She wanted her freedom back, fast! xxxxxx Osemudiamen Imasogie and his wife, Omoye, walked up to their daughter-in-law and her sisters. “Where is your husband?” Adesua turned towards them. She looked across the room and searched for him. Her husband and his brothers were no longer in the sitting room. “I think he is with Osagie and Osaze,” she glanced at her mother-in-law. “Okay,” Omoye smiled at her. She was happy that her daughter-in-law was pregnant again. She heard that the girl was carrying a set of twin boys. Her son was finally going to have an heir. “How are the champions?” Osemudiamen pointed at her tummy. They all laughed out loud. Adesua felt a rumbling in her stomach. She placed a hand on her abdomen and rubbed it. “Are you okay?” Omoye looked straight at her. Adesua began to shake her head. “Is it labour?” her father-in-law came to her side. “She is just seven months pregnant,” Omoye eyed her husband. “You never can tell,” he addressed his wife. “When did you become a doctor?” Omoye looked him up and down. “Ouch!” Adesua’s grip tightened on her tummy. They all turned to look at her. “Oh God!” pain sliced through her. She sunk to her knees in a flash. “Adesua!” her younger sisters cried out in alarm. “Is that blood?” Osemudiamen pointed at his daughter-in- law’s white and black poker dots dress. There were red stains on it. His wife followed his gaze and saw it too, “Jesus! Jesus! Where is Efosa? We need to get her to the hospital immediately.” Adesua’s sisters stood at her side and helped her up to her feet, in slow steps, they walked towards the front door. xxxxxx Osagie and Osaze carried Efosa’s lifeless body down the stairway. Osasu who was walking down the hall way screamed when she saw them. “What happened to him?” she ran towards them and placed a hand on her son-in-law’s forehead. He was very cold. She withdrew her hand quickly and looked up and his brothers. “He is dead,” Osagie announced without empathy. “How? What happened?” she staggered back. Efosa’s brothers exchanged glances. Ojemare came out of the kitchen carrying Edua, his grand- daughter. He found her seated on the tiled floor, panting for breath. He froze when he saw his son-in-law in the arms of his brothers. “What happened to him?!” he shouted. Osasu turned around and saw her husband carrying her grand-daughter. “What happened to her?” she hurried to his side. “We need to get her to the hospital, fast!” he met her alarmed gaze. “Lord Jesus help us!” her heart beat accelerated in panic. xxxxxx Osemudiamen and his wife rushed to their son’s side when they saw him being carried out of the house by his brothers, leaving weeping Adesua with her sisters. “What happened to him?” Omoye screamed at her sons. Adesua began to cry when she saw her husband’s motionless body. “What is going on in this house?”’ Osemudiamen flared. He ran to the security post and collected one of the car keys. There were six exotic cars in the compound. They placed Efosa at the back seat of the silver and white Prado jeep. Osagie got into the driver’s seat, his father sat beside him, while his mum and Osaze sat with Efosa. The Security guard flung the gate open once he saw the oncoming vehicle. Ojemare and Osasu rushed out of the house carrying Edua. When they saw their daughter writhing in pains, held by her sisters, they knew that something terrible must have happened to her, her husband and her daughter. “Where is everyone?” Ojemare demanded. “They took Efosa to the hospital,” Ehinomen supplied, relieved to see their parents. Osasu hissed, “And they left your sister here. What’s wrong with these people?” “Daddy…” Adesua raised her head and looked towards her father. “Yes baby,” his heart cried out for her. “Get the car keys from the security post,” she gritted her teeth in pain. Osasu held unto her grand-daughter while her husband ran to the security post to get one of the cars key. They placed Adesua and Edua at the backseat of the car. Ehinomen and Osedebamen sat beside them, while their parents got into the front seats of the car. “You need to get to Saint Nicholas hospital. Our doctor works there,” she instructed her father. “Okay baby. Relax, everything is going to be all right.” Adesua glanced at her daughter and began to cry. The nine-year old was gasping for breath. What was happening to them? It was their day of celebration, but, it had turned to a day of crisis.

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CHAPTER TWO The Imasogie’s gathered at a corner outside the Emergency room, speaking in hush tones. Osemudiamen placed a hand around his wife’s shoulders. She had not stopped crying since they got to the hospital. Osagie and Osaze assured her that the family doctor would soon come to see them with good news. It didn’t alleviate her fears. She was sad that something terrible had happened to her first son and his wife and child. He was the pillar of support in the family. The Ayenkegbes sat on a long bench outside the Emergency room. They arrived forty-five minutes ago. Adesua and her daughter had been rushed into the ER. They hoped and prayed that both of them would be all right. Ojemare glanced at his in-laws from afar and hissed. He was still angry with them for the way they left his daughter back at the house. What if no one else was around? The family doctor came out quickly and glanced around. He beckoned at Ojemare and Osemudiamen. They walked briskly to meet the doctor. “How is my son?” Osemudiamen’s anxious gaze rested on the doctor’s stressed ones. “How is my daughter, her child and the pregnancy?” Ojemare was eager for news. The doctor raised a hand. They fell silent and waited for him to speak. “Efosa was brought in here dead. There was nothing we could have done for him.” Ojemare’s jaw dropped in shock. Osemudiamen placed both hands on his head. “We discovered that Adesua and Edua had been poisoned.” “Poisoned?” Ojemare repeated in disbelief. Who could have tried to harm them? “We have been able to flush the toxic substance out of their systems, but, the twins didn’t make it.” “Oh my God!” Ojemare placed both hands on his head. “Adesua is recuperating, so is her daughter. You will be able to see them once they have been transferred to the ward.” Osemudiamen walked away and returned to his family who were looking at him, eager for news. “Thank you doctor,” Ojemare pressed his lips together. “Stay strong sir,” the doctor patted him on the back and went back into the emergency room. Osasu and her younger daughters rushed to his side. “Adesua and Edua are going to be all right,” Ojemare informed them. Osasu sighed with relief. She had been so worried. “What about the pregnancy?” Ehinomen looked up at her father. He swallowed hard and looked back at her, “They… they didn’t make it.” “What?!” Osedebamen cried out. “What about Efosa?” Osasu held her husband’s hand, dreading the news. He sighed loudly, “He didn’t make it either.” They all heard a shrill. They turned and saw Omoye weeping and screaming in anguish. Her husband and sons tried to hold and comfort her, but, she resisted them. xxxxxx Five days later, Adesua and Edua were discharged from the hospital. Her father came to pick them up. Seated at the back seat of the car with her daughter, the events of the last few days ran through her mind. It was hard to comprehend the fact that her husband was gone. Just like that. The family doctor said it was food poison. They were all poisoned. How did the poison get into their system? The last thing she took that day before they all ended up at the hospital was the wine offered by her late husband’s brothers. She remembered how her daughter pleaded to have a drink. She recollected that her mother didn’t even allow her to finish the wine in her glass. She lost her husband and her unborn twins as a result of the poison in the wine. She and her daughter almost died too, but, they survived. Several nagging thoughts made her restless. What if her late husband’s brothers connived to wipe them out? What if they gave them poisoned wine to drink? What if her in- laws were responsible for the death of her husband? What if…? Her father’s voice brought her out of her reverie. She heard him talking about the burial ceremony. Her in-laws had returned to Edo state to prepare for the bury and she was expected to join them that weekend. The tears that gathered in her eyes began to spill. The love of her life was going to be buried in a couple of days. How was she going to live without him? How was she supposed to raise their daughter alone? She never expected to be a widow at a young age. She was just thirty-five! Ojemare viewed his daughter and grand-daughter through the mirror. His heart ached for them. He wished he could take their pains away. He thanked God for sparing their lives, but, he wasn’t sure how his daughter was going to cope. She got married at a very young age. Her late husband was the only man she knew and had been with for a decade. He prayed to God to give her the peace and wisdom to move on. The death of his son-in-law remained a mystery and he had been consumed with the feeling that it wasn’t a natural death. How come it was only the couple and their daughter that got poisoned that day? After all, they all ate the same food. He believed that someone or some people were responsible for the what happened. It was possible that they wanted to wipe them all out, but God preserved the life of his daughter and grand-daughter. He prayed to God to keep them safe from any danger that might come their way again. xxxxxx Four weeks after the burial ceremony of her late husband, Adesua returned to Abuja with her daughter, Edua. They got down from the cab they boarded at the airport and the driver helped them to place their bags beside the big white gate. She was relieved to home. The burial period had been very depressing for her. She planned to plunge into work and divert all her attention to her thriving clothing shops. She believed it would help her not to think about her loss. “Mum, why has the guard refused to open the gate?” Edua glanced at her mother. She was eager to go into her home, shower and stay in bed till dinner time. “I hope he isn’t sleeping,” Adesua hit the gate again. They heard the sound of metal. An average height brown skin muscular man in red and white uniform stepped out. Mother and daughter exchanged glances. They did not recognize him. “Yes, can I help you?” They were surprised that he spoke fluently. Their security guard could hardly express himself in simple English, but, he was efficient with his job. Adesua cleared her throat, “I live here.” The man smiled, “You must be Mrs. Adesua Imasogie.” She smiled, thankful that he knew her name, “Yes.” “My boss has been expecting you.” She raised an eyebrow. He went in and returned with a big brown envelope. “My boss bought this house and everything in it, including the cars from Mr. Osaze and Mr. Osagie.” Her brown eyes grew wide in shock, “What?! They have no right! This is my husband’s house. Everything in it is mine. The cars, the furniture, everything!” the thought of what her late husband’s brothers had done made her boil with anger. The security guard kept on smiling, “Well, they gave my boss the original papers of the house, the receipts of every furniture and electronics in the house, the cars papers, everything.” Adesua placed her hands on her head. How did they get their dirty hands on her husband’s documents? She remembered that Efosa kept everything important in a suitcase in their bedroom. Did they ransack their house? Why would they do such a thing? When did they even have the time to turn her house upside down? She thought her in-laws were in Edo state. “Madam, your clothes have been neatly packed into some bags, your daughter’s things too,” the man went in and returned with three large bags. He dragged them out and gave the stunned woman the brown envelope. Adesua opened the envelope and found her international passport, driver’s license, credentials and some other personal documents. “Have a good day ma,” he stepped back into the building. “Wait!” He halted and looked at her. “Can I speak with your boss?” He began to shake his head. “Please… the people that sold this house to him, they had no right. They are not even the legal owners.” The guard shrugged, “There is nothing we can do. They gave us the original papers of everything. I am sorry,” he closed the gate. Adesua turned to her tired looking daughter. “Mummy what is going on?” She scratched a spot on her head and turned her gaze down the street. She felt a sudden throbbing on her forehead. They sold her house, her cars, her everything! Where did they expect she and her daughter to live? She opened her hand-bag and brought out her iPhone. She dialed her father-in-law’s number and waited as the phone rang. “Hello…” “Hello sir.” “Adesua is that you?” “Yes, sir.” “Are you back in Abuja?” “Yes, sir.” “How was your journey?” She rolled her eyes, “Sir, I am being barred from entering my husband’s house.” “Oh… oh… didn’t they tell you?” Her brows came together in a frown. “Tell me what?” “Osaze and Osagie have taken over their elder brother’s properties.” “What?!” “The houses, the cars, the transport business, even your shops.” “My what?!” her vision became blurred, “Sir… sir, they had no right whatsoever to touch my husband’s things, they had…” “They had every right.” His statement silenced her. “Efosa is their brother.” “I am his wife.” “You were his wife. He is gone now.” Tears spilled all over her face, “Sir, this is not fair.” “You have a girl child. She is not entitled to any inheritance. You are no longer an Imasogie. You can go ahead and re-marry if you want. You are still young.” “Sir, Edua is an Imasogie.” “Yes, yes… but, she is a girl.” “This is crazy. Where are we supposed to go?” “You have a family, don’t you?” the phone went dead. “Ah! Jesus…” she paced for a while, then called her husband’s lawyer. Edua sat on one of the bags and watched her mother. The woman was crying and acting as if she had literally gone loco. She hoped everything was fine. She needed a bath and she was beginning to feel hungry. “Hello Barrister…” “Mrs. Imasogie, I am so sorry, please accept my condolence.” “Barrister, my in-laws are making my life miserable.” She heard him sigh heavily. “Madam, your husband didn’t write a will, there is little or nothing that can be done.” “Oh my God…” she sank to her knees. How was he supposed to write a will? No one wishes to die unexpectedly. “Even if we take them to court, we cannot win.” “Barrister, they have taken over everything.” “I am so sorry. There is nothing we can do.” “Jesus…” she lamented. “You could go to the bank. I believe that you are his next of kin. Everything in his accounts will be transferred to you, that is if his brothers have not used his ATM cards to clean him out already.” Adesua began to weep. Our situation was hopeless. What was she supposed to do now? “Take care madam. When there is life, there is hope.” She cut the call and called her father. “Hello, Adesua, have you arrived?” “Yes, daddy.” “Are you crying?” “Daddy, they took everything. Efosa’s brothers took everything. His family say that because I have a girl child, my daughter is entitled to nothing. Can you believe them?” “The bastards!” “Daddy, I am so confused right now.” “Go back to the airport and come home.” She began to shake her head. “Come back to Edo. You can start afresh right here in Benin city.” “Let me sleep over it,” she cut the call. She wasn’t ready to go back to her place of birth. She was born in Benin, she schooled in Benin, Primary, Secondary and tertiary education. She met her late husband while serving in Abuja. She wasn’t ready to go back to that city. “Mummy, I am hungry.” She glanced back at the girl and sighed heavily. “There is a can of malt and a pack of chips in that yellow bag,” she pointed at the stack of bags by the gate. Edua followed her mother’s gaze and reached out for the bag. She found a can of malt, a pack of chips and three bar of chocolate. She pounced on the chocolate first, before descending on the chips. Adesua dialed the number of one of her close friends. They needed a place to spend the night. She wasn’t ready to return to Benin, she doubted if she wanted to sleep in a hotel either. She needed all the money she had left in her accounts to sort things out. “Hello…” “Bukola…” “Adeusa! When did you get back? I have been trying your lines like forever.” “Friendship mi… it’s a long story.” “How did it go?” “Can we crash in your place tonight, till I can sort things out, just for a few days?” “Em… what happened to your place?” “I will explain when we meet.” “Give me a moment to talk to my husband. I will call you back.” “Okay dearest,” she sighed with relief and cut the call. Bukola was one of her very good friend. They served together, got married the same year and their friendship had seen a lot of joys and sadness. They were always there for each other. Edua emptied the can and stared at her mother. She gathered that they were not stepping a foot into their house that day. Where were they going to go? Since her father passed on, everything had changed. It was hard to believe that she won’t see her dad ever again, until she joined him in heaven. She sighed heavily. Her back ached terribly. Adesua met her daughter’s worn-out stare. She glanced at her phone and decided to call her friend back. She dialed the number, but, the operator informed her that the line was switched off. She dialed the number again and got the same message. Her heart missed a beat. Did Bukola switch off her phone internationally? She decided to dial her other line. It was also switched off. Tears burned in her red eyes. Her friend abandoned her in her time of need. Why would she do such a thing? What was wrong with everybody? She picked up her phone and logged into the Uber app. She was going back to the airport that evening. She hoped they would be able to get a flight to Lagos that night. She had been in Lagos a few times. She had several business associates in the city. She believed that she and her daughter could start afresh there. It was a waste of time staying back in Abuja. If her closest friend could turn against her, no-one else would give her the help she desperately needed. How was she going to take care of herself and her daughter? She got married immediately after her service year and got pregnant after their honeymoon. She hasn’t worked a day in her life. What was she going to do? It was her husband who opened the clothing shops for her. He was the one who employed the sales girls, the accountant and every other staff she had. He did practically everything for her. How was she going to re- start her business on her own? It was wiser to return to Benin and allow her parents to take care of them, till she could get back on her feet, but she loathed the city. It was too local for her present status. Forty-three minutes later, a black saloon car stopped beside the big white gate. “Edua, let’s go.” “Where mummy?” “Back to the airport, get your bags,” she started to drag their luggage towards the car. The driver got down, opened the boot and helped them.

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CHAPTER THREE Edua sat on the long wooden bench and ate the bread and butter as if her life depended on it. She gulped down half of the content of the bottle of soft drink and continued to down her meal. Her mother was seated beside her. She had finished eating her own bread. She watched her swallow the last drop of her soft drink and place the empty bottle into the crate under the bench. Adesua placed her head in her palms and sighed heavily. What had she gotten herself into? She and her daughter arrived in Lagos an hour before midnight. They slept in a cheap hotel close to the airport, checked out before noon and plunged into the busy city. Every single business associate she called refused to harbor them for a few days. The few friends she had made on her trips to Lagos in the past told her point blank that they couldn’t help her. One had the audacity to advise her to return to her parents. What was wrong with people? Maybe she should have remained in Abuja and sort out her late husband’s friends. She doubted if they would have helped. None of them paid her condolence visit when he passed on. Many of them avoided her. These were people her late husband had helped one time or the other. Where was she supposed to go now? She wanted to manage the money in her accounts diligently. She needed to be wise with her spending so that they won’t suffer. She raised her head and saw a big black chalk board nailed to the wall of the shop opposite the one they were seated. She read the notice on the board. There were several apartments for rent at ridiculous prices. One got her attention. It was a self-contain apartment at sixty thousand naira a year and five thousand naira per month. It was the cheapest in the group, aside the rooms to let. She dreaded face-me, I-face- you apartments. She had never lived in one and would never try to rent one. She saved the numbers on the board on her phone. She reasoned that it was better to rent a place to stay than to beg her non-existent friends for accommodation. She needed to enroll her daughter into Secondary School soon. The girl completed her primary school education a while back. Her late father planned to get her admitted into the school he passed out from, but now, those dreams were beyond coming to pass. Once she had rented a place, she would scan the area and search for a good and affordable secondary school for the girl. Her education must suffer because her father was dead and his family looted his wealth. She doubted if she was going to be able to forgive her late husband’s brothers. Adesua paid the shop owner for the things they bought and signaled to her daughter. It was time to leave. The address on the chalk board was two streets away. She planned to call the numbers and hoped that the landlord or landlady and not the agent that would respond. She didn’t want to be defrauded by callous Lagos agents. They were known for their notorious acts. xxxxxx Alhaji Musa Sheriff eyed the fair skinned woman and her daughter. He counted the money again and wrote out a receipt for the six months’ payment that she made. He gave her the keys to the apartment and informed her that her electrical bill was a thousand naira per month, the security, sanitation and water bills were five hundred naira each per month, making a total of two thousand five hundred naira extra. Adesua sighed heavily and brought out some money from her wallet. She counted it and gave it to him. He collected it and grinned at her. “Welcome to the neighbourhood. My wife and I live in the three-bedroom flat behind this building. There are four self- contain apartments in this house. You are the only single mother in this compound.” She wanted to argue and explain that she recently lost her husband, but, she held her tongue. “There is a spinster living next to you and there are four men living in the remaining apartments. They are all bachelors.” She nodded and wished he would just leave. “If you look for trouble, it will find you, but, if you live in peace, it will be well with you.” She raised an eyebrow and sized him up. He was about five feet six inches tall, dark skinned, plump, with bushy beards and an ugly looking pot belly. She noticed the way he was ogling at her and frowned. She made a mental note to avoid him. “Thank you sir,” she forced a smile and walked past him. She used one of the keys he gave her to unlock the door and push it open. Edua followed her mother into the apartment, drawing their bags along. She closed the door and joined her mother at the center of the small room. Adesua grimaced as she looked around her. It was an eight by twelve feet room. If she managed the space, it might accommodate a medium size bed, a settee and a small table. It was impossible to fit a wardrobe in the room. She might ask a carpenter to nail a make-shift hanger with a flat top. They would be able to pile their bags on it and hang some of their clothes. She checked the opened kitchen and laughed. It was very small. It was at least a tenth of her kitchen in her late husband’s house. The thought of him made her sad. She strode out and walked into the restroom. It had what looked like a poor representation of a shower, no bath-tub, but the floor was tiled. The septic tank was at a corner and a dusty sink. She turned the tap and sighed with relief when water gushed out. At least, there was water. She backed out and closed the door. She looked at the room again. There were two large windows. It would encourage a little ventilation. She needed to buy curtains for the windows and the doorway. She looked up at the ceiling. She could either buy a standing fan or a ceiling fan. She would also need light bulbs in the room, the kitchen and the restroom. She dropped her head and placed her hands on her hips. She would forego buying an air-conditioner for now. She still needed to buy a mattress, a small refrigerator, table-top gas-cooker, a small generator, and at least a 20’ inch T.V set. How much did she even have left? She still needed to buy foodstuff. She heaved a tired sigh. Her head ached. She glanced at her daughter and met her lovely light brown eyes. There was a sad glint in her worn-out eyes. “Come here,” she beckoned at the girl. Edua flew into her mother’s arms. “It is going to be all right princess. Mummy is here. I am not going anywhere.” She sighed with relief, “Promise?” “I promise.” The warmth of her mother’s reassuring arms calmed her anxiety. The change of environment had unsettled her. “Just give me a little time baby. Even if you don’t start school this new session, I promise you that by next year, I will enroll you into a good secondary school.” She lifted her head and met her mother’s stare, “I will be ten next year.” “I know baby. You are young. Don’t worry, you will still meet your age-mates and other children in your class.” “Okay mummy,” it suddenly dawned on her that she wouldn’t be seeing her friends anymore. She imagined that they would have been admitted into one school or another. She wished she could call them. She didn’t have a phone anymore. Her mother sold her phone and her iPad that morning. She claimed that they needed a lot of money to settle down. She also promised to get her a new phone. “It is going to be all right princess,” Adesua bit at her lower lip. She wasn’t sure. She was frightened and unsettled. Living without her late husband was much more difficult than she imagined. xxxxxx Kikelomo watched her new neighbor as she spread her wet clothes on the lines while her daughter carried the buckets. The woman kept to herself and went everywhere with her daughter. She wondered why the little girl wasn’t enrolled into school. She had also noticed that the fair skinned single mother had an air of affluence around her. If she wasn’t mistaken, the woman was from a wealthy background. What sort of misfortune or challenges brought her to her present state? Adesua finished spreading the clothes, leaving enough space for her neighbor who was waiting for her. Edua picked up the empty buckets and followed her mother. “Well done,” Kikelomo addressed her. She met the lady’s smiling dark stare, “Thank you.” “The name is Kikelomo Sanusi.” “Adesua Imasogie,” she smiled back at her, then turned pale. She needed to drop her married name ‘Imasogie’ and start using her maiden name ‘Ayenkegbe’. “Welcome to our compound.” She nodded and brushed past her. Kikelomo dropped her bucket full of washed clothes and followed the woman and her daughter. ”Do you need a place of worship? I recommend Harvesters International Church. It is very close by.” Adesua cringed. She was done with churches and the so called men of God. She had called the pastor of the church she and her late husband used to attend in Abuja the week he passed on. He was one of the people that disappointed and deserted her. He didn’t come for the burial ceremony. He didn’t even send a representative. Did he even care how she and her daughter fared? She and her late husband had sown hundreds of thousands of naira into the man’s church on a monthly basis for the past several years, but, it was all for nothing. “It is a bible believing church. The pastor is anointed and I am sure that you won’t regret joining us for both the weekly and Sunday services,” Kikelomo went on, undaunted. Adesua glanced back at her, “I am not making any promises. I will try and come for one of your services, one of these days,” she feigned a smile. She wanted the lady to leave her alone. “Good,” she beamed in excitement, “A trial will convince you.” She went into the apartment with her daughter and bolted the door. She heard her phone ringing. She looked around and saw it on the table beside the settee. She hurried towards it and picked it up. “Hello…” “Adesua…” She recognized her father’s voice, “Daddy…” “Adesua, how have you been?” “I am…” she settled on the chair, “We are fine.” “Are you still in Abuja?” “No, we are in Lagos.” “Lagos?! What are you doing in Lagos?” She leaned against the seat, “Starting over.” “Why didn’t you come to Benin? You should have come to Benin. Lagos is expensive. Who do you know in Lagos? If you were here, we can all manage together. We will all put heads together and plan the way forward.” She placed a hand on her forehead and rubbed the throbbing spot. “Your younger sisters are married to good men. They will assist you. When your husband was alive, you literally spoiled all of us financially.” “Hmmm…” she closed her eyes. “You graduated from Uniben, I believe that you can get a lecturing job or an administrative position in that place. Come home and let’s sort things out.” “Dad, Edua and I are fine.” “Are you working now?” She opened her eyes, “No…” “Is she back in school?” She groaned inwardly, “No…” “And you are both fine?” “Yes, we are.” “Those in-laws of yours, nemesis we catch up with them in Jesus name!” “Amen!” “Terrible people. Blood suckers! They killed their own blood and took over all that he had worked for… shameless sons of the devil.” She shut her eyes in pain, “Dad, let’s leave the past in the past, please.” “That your husband’s lawyer, are you sure he didn’t connive with them?” She opened her eyes and blinked, “I don’t know.” “God will judge all of them.” “Amen.” “None of them will go scot free.” “Hmmm…” she shifted on the seat. “Your mother is greeting you.” “Send her my love.” “Take care of yourself and don’t hesitate to call whenever you are in need.” “Okay daddy. Thanks sir.” The line went static. She dropped the phone on the table and stretched out. Edua sat on the bed and switched on the television. “Mummy, our GOTV subscription has expired.” “Remind me tomorrow,” she yawned. She glanced back at her, “That was what you said three days ago.” “Pick one, food or Disney Junior?” she returned her stare. Edua dropped her gaze, “Food.” “Wise choice,” she leaned against the chair and stared at the ceiling. She tried searching for a job, but, had given up after eight unprofitable interviews. If she had enough funds, she might re-start her clothing business. She still has all her contacts. She could start small, rent a small shop somewhere in town, then grew the business from there. Who was going to give her the money she needed? She had almost used up the money in her accounts. Her rent was almost expired and there were other bills to pay for. She had sent messages to everywhere she knew, people she thought might be able to help. A few sent her not more than five thousand naira, others made promises that they didn’t fulfill and whenever she called to remind them, they switch off their phones. The worst of them all were her husband’s friends. Most of them barred her numbers and the nasty ones insulted her. She was short of ideas. She needed help fast! “Mummy, I am hungry.” She turned to the girl, “Go and make indomie and eat.” “The carton is empty.” Adesua frowned, “I thought it remained three pieces.” “We ate it last night.” “We did?” she scratched her head. Her hair was a mess. It was tangled and knotted in the wrong places all over her head. It needed a re-touch. “I think we still have rice and beans.” She nodded. The girl was right. There was a module of beans and two or three cups of rice in the basket. It won’t last them up to a week. What was she going to do?

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CHAPTER FOUR Alhaji Musa stood outside the flat venting. He had his reasons for always giving out his apartments to salary earners. People without jobs tend to delay house rent payments and collecting other bills from there was always a herculean task. When it came to salary earners, there was hope that when they were paid, they would off-set their debts, but, jobless tenants on the other hand, their promises and excuses was like pouring water into a basket. He faced the door and banged his fist on it. No response. Was she sleeping? It was eight in the morning. She should be awake. He knocked again. He heard the creaking sound of the hinges of the door. He took a step back and crossed his arms against his chest. The fair skinned woman came out in a white sleeveless tee- shirt and a wrapper tied around her chest. Her dark brown shoulder length hair was in tangles all over her face and head. “Good morning Alhaji.” “Don’t make me wish you a bad morning,” his stern stare sized her up. She groaned inwardly and scratched a spot on her itchy scalp. “How many months are you owing me?” “Four,” she cleared her throat. “Including the electricity, security, water and refuse bills, that is about thirty thousand naira.” She sighed in despair, “I will pay.” “When?” he eyed her, “There are people interested in this apartment and they are ready to give me a full year rent. I don’t deal with jobless people like you. If you know you cannot afford this kind of place, you should have gone elsewhere.” His words stung her. She never intended to owe him. She wasn’t happy about her situation either. One of her younger sisters promised to send her some cash at the end of the month. She hoped it would be enough to clear her debts. “Please give me some time. I am expecting some money at the end of the month.” “Please, please, please. I am tired of your fruitless promises. I want my money.” She shifted her weight to the door post and adjusted the loose wrapper. His eyes fell on her busty bosom, lingered, then slid to her curvy hips and abundant backside. He licked his lips hungrily and scratched his bushy beards. Adesua noticed his intense stare and frowned. She folded her arms across her bosom and eyed him. “Em… em… we…. We can come to a form of arrangement,” he lifted his lustful eyes to meet her frowning ones, “I can forego at least six months’ rent, including other bills,” he licked his lips again. She raised an eyebrow, “In return for what?” He smiled and cleared his throat, “You are a very beautiful woman.” It dawned on her what he wanted in return. She felt infuriated. The old pig had been lusting after her since the day she moved in. He must have been looking for the opportunity to express his desires. She felt enraged that he was using her debts to solicit for a romp in the hay. The very thought disgusted her. “One hour, that’s all I ask for,” he grinned at her. She felt like spitting into his face. His suggestion irritated her beyond words. She had not been with any man since her late husband passed away. She had been asked out more often than she could count, but, she wasn’t ready to plunge into any relationship. Even if she wanted to have sexual intimacy with anyone, the old pig called her landlord was the last person she would ever want to be with. “Alhaji, I will pay your money at the end of the month. I am not running away.” His smiles faded, he shook his head vigorously, “I want my money this week, if not, prepare to move out!” The seriousness in his voice alarmed her. What sort of dilemma was she in? Who was she going to ask for help? No one was ready to assist her financially. Her sisters had been a great support to her, her parents inclusive. At times, she didn’t feel like calling upon them. But, there was no one else. She looked him up and down. She found him repulsive. She could barely stand around him for less than a minute. The thought of him touching her made her feel nauseous. What was she going to do now? If she moved out, she had nowhere else to go except her father’s house. She didn’t want to go back to Benin. “Just give me one hour and your debts will be cleared instantly,” he smiled at her. She swallowed hard. She was owing four months’ rent. He was willing to forego two months extra if she slept with him. Maybe just this once. She could endure him for a few minutes. She closed her eyes and opened them. She mustn’t allow herself to get into such situation ever again. “Fifteen minutes…” He sighed with relief. He had been hoping that she wouldn’t turn the offer down. He had imagined eating her up countless times. He had been praying for the opportunity to accomplish his desires. “No, no. I want to enjoy every part of you. Thirty minutes.” She hissed and eyed him, “Twenty minutes, and that’s final.” “Okay, you win,” he winked at her. She hissed again. She wished she had money to pay the man. The thought of sleeping with him made the feeling of disgust crawl all over her. “We will see in the evening.” “No,” he began to shake his head. He didn’t trust her. “Let’s do it now!” She looked back into the room. Her daughter was still sleeping. Alhaji Musa pulled out his receipt booklet from his pocket. He signed the six months’ rent payment and gave it to her. Adesua collected it and sighed heavily. He brushed past her and walked into the room. He was impressed with the way she maximized the space. “Wake her up,” he eyed the girl on the bed, “She can wait outside till we are done.” She stared at the receipt and scratched her scalp. She could still back out. She could tell him to get the hell out of her apartment. She could tell him a good number of things, but, she had no idea where she would come up with the money she needed to clear her debts by the end of the week. Edua stirred and opened her eyes. She saw the landlord seated on the chair. She sat up immediately and looked around for her mother. She found her standing by the doorway, starring at a small piece of cream coloured paper. She lifted her eyes and met her daughter’s inquisitive stare, “Go and sit outside.” A puzzled look took over the girl’s drowsy face. “Your mother said you should go and sit outside!” the landlord barked at the girl. His patience was beginning to run thin. Mother and daughter eyed him. The nine-year-old got up slowly and stretched out. She climbed down from the mattress, picked up a wrapper and headed out. The Alhaji’s eyes followed her till she shut the door behind her. Her growing bosom and curvy buttocks were too ripe for her age. The girl was turning into a woman physically, regardless of her child-like mind. Adesua locked the door and leaned against it. The man pulled off his clothes in a hurry and jumped on the bed, “Come now, let me see what I paid for,” he patted the space beside him. She hissed again and sauntered towards him. xxxxxx Alhaji Musa sat outside his flat with his friend, Mustapha Banjoko. They drank from a bottle of whisky set on a stool in front of them. “I saw your new tenant.” “Ah… the Edo girl.” “Is she from Edo state?” He nodded, “Yes.” “She is beautiful.” “Fair, creamy and sumptuous.” Both men laughed. “But, her daughter is prettier,” Mustapha whispered. Alhaji’s eyes grew large, “I know,” he responded quietly. “How old do you think she is?” He drained his glass of drink, “Hmmm….” He pondered, “I think she turned ten a few weeks ago.” “Serious?” Mustapha stared at him in disbelief. Alhaji laughed and refilled his glass. “She looks thirteen.” “I know.” “She has the body of a woman.” “I know.” “I have a preposition to make.” “Go ahead.” “I am ready to pay fifty thousand naira for at least, an hour with the girl.” He looked back at his friend, “Have you gone mad?!” “I am serious.” He eyed him. “I know that your crooked mind has been devising ways of devouring her too.” Alhaji Musa laughed, “You know me well. The mother was paradise,” he winked at his friend. Mustapha placed a hand on his bald head, “My goodness! You have been there.” “Of course.” “You old cow. I don’t know how you do it.” “A good business man always has a way when faced with difficult situations.” Mustapha gave a shake of head. He envied his friend. “Don’t worry. I will talk to her.” “If she resists, I am ready to pay double.” “Noted,” he downed his drink. “Can you talk to her now?” Alhaji Musa eyed his friend, “Why are you in haste?” “Go and talk to her. I want to know my fate before I leave here today.” He scratched his beards and staggered to his feet, “I will be right back.” “Thank you,” he watched his friend walk away. Alhaji Musa found Adesua behind her apartment washing clothes. “Pretty woman…” he leaned against the wall. “Good evening Alhaji,” she looked at him and returned her attention to the basin of clothes in front of her. Many times, she had tried to block the memory of her encounter with him from her mind. She wished she could erase it completely. “My dear, I have a business transaction to discuss with you.” She raised her head. What does he want now? If he was looking for a repeat of what happened that day, he better head to the brothel. Her body wasn’t for sale. “A friend of mine is interested in your merchandise. He is ready to pay fifty thousand naira for an hour.” She hissed and eyed him, “I am not interested. I am not a prostitute.” He started to laugh. Adesua covered her nose. The man reeked of alcohol. “He will pay double if you agree to give him the little on for an hour.” His request registered on her mind. She felt her brain explode with anger. She jumped to her feet and faced him. “Now, I know that you are not just drunk, but you have gone mad too!” He looked left then right, and turned to her, “Keep your voice down,” he whispered. “You and your pedophile friend will rot in hell. Misfortune and calamity will continue to befall you and your household henceforth. You shall all die untimely deaths.” Alhaji Musa backed away from the infuriated woman. “I am warning you. Don’t make me show you the real stuff I was made of,” she pointed at him, eyes red. He hurried away without another word. Adesua sat back on the stool. What sort of men are these? Give them a spoon and they will attempt to carry the whole pot. Shameless He-goats. She hissed and resumed her chores. Ten minutes later, a tall dark skinned man approached her. She had seen him in the compound several times with the landlord. “Good evening madam.” “Evening,” she looked up at him. He was about her height, five feet eight inches. He leaned against the wall, “The mother hen will always protect her chicks.” She looked him up and down. “I will pay a hundred thousand naira.” Her brows creased in a frown.” “I am no longer asking for an hour. I need just thirty minutes with the beautiful one. I will not hurt her, I will…” “If you don’t leave my line of sight this minute, I will empty this basin of dirty water on you,” she glared at him. He smiled, “Relax, just think about what this money can do for you and your daughter.” Adesua didn’t want to think. She would never agree to put her child through hell just because they needed to eat. She wasn’t one of those people who pimped out young girls to all sort of men for cash. Her daughter wasn’t a sexual object. Neither was she. “Madam, I will pay you a hundred and fifty thousand naira,” Mustapha negotiated with her, hoping that she would succumb to his demands. She jumped to her feet and lifted the basin. Mustapha backed away, turned around and walked off. Foolish man! Cursed straight from the womb! She sat back on the stool and hissed several times. Tears began to slid from her sad eyes. If only her late husband was still alive. If only her in-laws had not been cruel to her. If only all the friends she called had supported her till she was able to stand on her feet. If only the pastor of the church, they attended had not abandoned her. God where are you?! The new school session was starting in September. She had promised her daughter that she would make sure she got admitted that year, but, she didn’t know where the money would come from. Her younger sisters were already growing weary of her constant demands and her parents were still hung on the idea of her return to Benin. What was she going to do? Her heart missed a beat when she saw the landlord and his friend walking towards her. What was wrong with these men? Why couldn’t they take a no for an answer? “There are two other people interested in your daughter,” Alhaji Musa said calmly. “We will all pay two hundred thousand naira each,” Mustapha added. “That is eight hundred thousand naira, cool cash,” Alhaji Musa winked at her. “One person per day, we will spend maximum, twenty minutes each with her,” Mustapha grinned at her. Adesua eyed both men, “Both of you are so drunk, the alcohol has fried your brains.” “This is a lot of money… think, be wise,” the landlord met her sad gaze.

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CHAPTER FIVE Ten-year-old Edua sat on the bed and looked around her. Her mother told her that morning that they were going to visit a friend of hers. They left the house after a light breakfast and boarded a taxi at the end of their street. She couldn’t remember the last time she had been in a cab. Gone were the days when she was taken every where she wanted to go in her father’s or mother’s cars. When they arrived at her mother’s friend’s place, she was given a plate of cookies and a glass of fruit juice. While they spoke in low tones, she was asked to wait in the guest room. She placed the plate of cookies and the drink on the bedside table and surveyed the large room. Everything in the room was big. The bed was big, the wardrobe was big, there was a big flat screen television on the wall, a big white refrigerator stood opposite the bed, the air- conditioner was big and the ceiling fan was massive. Her mother’s friend must like big things. Her mother’s friend came in, smiling. He closed the door and kept on grinning at her. Edua looked at him up and down, wondering why he was just standing there. She glanced towards the closed door. Where was her mother? Was it time to leave? She would rather be home watching her favourite television stations, rather than sit doing nothing. “You haven’t touched your snack,” he took some steps forward, “You need to eat something, at least, drink the juice,” he walked towards the bed, picked up the glass of fruit juice and passed it to her. Edua shook her head. She didn’t want anything. She wanted to go home. “Drink a little,” he urged her. She eyed the man. Maybe if she took a sip, he would let her be. She collected the glass from him and drank some of the juice. It tasted very sweet. She took a long drink. The chillness of the drink soothed her throat. She drank some more, unable to stop herself. She began to feel dizzy. Her vision became a bit blurred and a sudden weakness slipped into her bones. The glass dropped. The man caught it before it fell on the bed, but, some of the liquid spilled on the bedsheet. Edua fell backwards, her head hit the pillow, the rest of her body remained motionless. She tried to move, but, she felt paralyzed. Fear gripped her heart. What was happening to her? The man got up and placed the glass on the beside draw. He pulled off his clothes and climbed the bed. He had just twenty minutes before the pill loosens it potency. “Don’t be afraid. I am not going to hurt you,” he looked into her frightened eyes. Edua was shocked to see her mother’s friend stark Unclad. Was he responsible for the way she felt? Did he put something in her drink? What did he want? Why did her mother leave her with him? Where was her mother? Was she in the sitting room? “Relax, it will be over soon,” he knelt beside her and began to pull at her skirt. “Mummy!” she looked towards the closed door. “Sssssh…” the man threw the skirt, blouse and underwear on the floor. “Mummy!” her teary eyes stayed glued to the door, hopeful that her mother would come to her rescue. She gasped as his weight crushed her small body. She felt his rough hands on her bosom, pulling and squeezing. Why was he touching her this way? She was but a child. What he was doing was wrong. Where was her mother? Unexpectedly, a sharp pain spread through her nerve cells. She felt him inside her, driving in with force and pulling out the next moment. The continuous in and out motion made the pain unbearable. She couldn’t move. She could only scream and cry. She drifted into unconsciousness. She welcomed the soothing darkness where there was no pain. Xxxxxx Edua opened her eyes and found herself in a sitting position, in a bath-tub, Unclad and dripping wet. She saw her mother leaning over her, crying and dabbing her skin with a towel. “It will be over soon. We are going to leave soon.” What was she blabbing about? Were they still in her mother’s friend’s place? She looked into her mother’s eyes in fear. “I am so sorry princess, oh my baby…” her daughter’s frightened eyes gnawed at her soul. She had almost stopped the whole process when she held the girl screaming. It took all the will power in her not to break down the door and yank her daughter away from her tormentor. Someone opened the door and peeped, “Is she awake? The others are waiting,” Mustapha looked from mother to daughter. “What others?” Adesua glanced at him. “Everyone is here; I think it is better we do what we need to do.” Her jaw dropped. Four men in one day? Were they crazy? This wasn’t what she agreed to. Her daughter was supposed to see a man per day. But, they wanted to devour her in one day. Was it safe? She was just a child. “Your money is ready; it is in an envelope on the table in the sitting room.” She blinked. Eight hundred thousand naira! She would be able to do so many things with the money. “Mummy…” Edua tugged at her mother’s shoulder. Adesua wrapped her up with the towel and carried her out of the bath-tub. “Mummy I want to go home.” She lifted the girl in her arms and followed Mustapha back to the bedroom. There were three other men in the room. One of them was her landlord and they were all Unclad. She placed the girl on the bed and walked out. “Mummy!” Edua watched her leave. “I will give her some pills, she will be calm and ready in a moment,” Mustapha brought out a syringe from his pocket. The girl stared at the Unclad men. They were all grinning at her. She felt like a prey been sized up by a set of predators. Who was going to save her from them? Her mother had abandoned her! Xxxxxx Adesua sat on the sofa weeping. What she had been paid for was unthinkable. She couldn’t imagine what her daughter was going through. She sold her daughter to four men for eight hundred thousand naira. How long with it last? She feared for the girl’s emotional and psychological state. Would she ever recover? She placed her hands on her head in shame and guilt. The screams of the girl echoed through the walls. She could feel her heart breaking. She would take the girl’s place in a second, but, the greedy men didn’t want her, they wanted the ten-year- old girl. She began to strategize in her aching mind. She planned to move out of the Alhaji’s place, rent another apartment far away from his house, enroll her daughter into a secondary school, rent a shop and use the rest of the money to buy goods. She was determined to re-start her sales of clothes business, so that she would be able to take care of herself and her daughter. She hoped to never meet the likes of the Alhaji and his friends ever again. Two hours later, the door opened. Alhaji Musa and his friends strode out of the room smiling with satisfaction. Adesua got up and ran into the room. She found her daughter on the bed, curled into a ball and bleeding from her private part. She covered her up with the towel on the drawer and carried her. Guilt tugged at her heart, ripping it into shreds. She hoped the girl would find it in her heart to forgive her one day. “Your daughter was quite a delicacy,” Mustapha flung a wad of notes at her, “That’s an extra two hundred thousand naira,” he winked at her and walked away. She picked up the money and stuffed it into the envelope with the rest of the cash she had been paid. She held back the tears threatening to blind her, pulled her weight up and carried her daughter in her arms, out of the room. She left the house without looking back, holding unto the large envelope. She doubted if the one million naira was worth what her child went through that day. Xxxxxx Edua sat under the mango tree, eating her lunch and watching the students playing a game of soccer on the field. Many others ran around, playing a game of hide and seek. She glanced at her leather wrist-watch. The long break period was almost over. She finished her meal, covered the cooler and drank from her water bottle. She leaned against the tree and closed her eyes. Ugly memories saturated her line of thought. She opened her watery eyes and breathed out loudly. There were nights when she barely slept a wink. Her nightmares were always concentrated on the men that had carnal knowledge of her. Even though they had moved out of their former house and were now living in a one- bedroom flat in a different area, she found it hard to forget what took place in her mother’s friend’s place. Men who were older than her late father defiled her without mercy and her mother was part of the whole act. She took her to them. She made some sort of agreement with them. She allowed them to do unspeakable things to her. She didn’t even try to stop them. What kind of a person does that? There were days when she doubted that Adesua was her real mother. If only her father was still alive. A tear drop slid down her fair smooth face. Their condition was a bit better than when they first arrived in Lagos. Aside moving into a new apartment, her mother got her admitted into a Secondary School. She had also paid for a shop in Tejuosho market and set up the place. She sold first and second grade clothes in the small shop. It was a far cry from her mother’s butiks in Abuja. But, at least, now, they could boast of a three square meal. Nevertheless, it all came at the expense and cost of her innocence. It wasn’t worth it. One of the school prefects stood in the middle of the field and began to ring the bell. The students playing around dispersed and headed to their different classrooms. Edua picked up her food cooler and water bottle, got up and dusted her uniform. She sighed heavily and set up to her class.

Ryder help me call the register

Their own pedophile is the highest degree, she even made the mistake of accepting his first request

Adesua has made a very grievous mistake... Too bad

Nawao

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PATHETIC

Hmmmm.. Wicked mother

she is abad mother

SORRY CUTIE SUCH IS LIFE

i dey feelyour pain

Adesua!!!

Shez a wicked moda if u wntd 2 get moni tru prostitution u wud av sold urcef out nt ur innocent daughta

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CHAPTER SIX Adesua sat on a plastic chair outside her shop, watching people come and go, pricing, buying and arguing over purchases. She made a lot of profit that morning when people patronized her, yet, she hoped for more sales that day. There was a very big shop on the same line with her own. It was thrice the size of her shop. The owner sold children wears and toys. The woman had patronage from the early hours of the morning till late in the evening. Her shop was always full. She hoped her shop would be bigger someday. She remembered her butiks in Abuja. She sold quality ladies and men’s wears which she imported from Europe. She was patronized by the high and mighty in the society back then. How she wished things could go back to the way they were. She glanced back at her ten by twelve feet shop with disdain. It was below her status. She cursed her in-laws under her breath. She was hopeful. She believed that things would turn around soon. When she regained her prestige and fame, she would make her friends pay for how they treated her. She felt the vibration of her phone and brought it out of her bag. It was an unknown number. Maybe it was one of her new customers. She pressed the answer button on the phone. “Hello…” “Hello madam.” She heard a male voice. She didn’t recognize it. “Good afternoon.” “Good afternoon to you too. My name is Gbadamosi Hanson.” Her hazel eyes darted left then right. The name wasn’t familiar. “Alhaji Musa Sherrif gave me your number.” Her smiling countenance turned pale. She had not held from her former landlord since she moved out of his house. Why was he giving out her number to every Tom, Dick and Harry? “I see.” “Madam, I am interested in the business arrangement you had with Alhaji and his friends.” Fear took over her face. Her heart beat accelerated. She cursed her former landlord under her breath. She couldn’t believe that the old goat had started telling people what transpired between them. “I… I don’t know what you are talking about…” “Calm down madam. I am ready to pay double the amount that they offered.” Irritation crawled all over her. She was becoming aware that a lot of pedophiles were living among sane people in the society. “My friend and I are ready to pay you eight hundred thousand naira for an evening with your daughter.” The thought of having that kind of money in her possession twisted her greedy mind. But, then, she remembered what the girl went through after the incident with Alhaji and his friends. The nightmares faded with time, but, their cordial relationship suffered a major blow. There were times she felt hatred oozing out of the girl. She closed her eyes and opened them. She wasn’t ready to put her daughter through hell again. “Madam, we will pay a hundred thousand naira into your account today for logistics and give you the eight hundred thousand naira when we meet. Alhaji Musa gave me your account number. I will pay in the money right away.” “Look here mister, my daughter is not a prostitute.” “Of course she isn’t. She is a rare gem. She is very special and we want to partake. I will text you the meeting address. See you both soon.” The line went static. Adesua stared at her phone in disbelief torn between fear and greed. Xxxxxx Eleven-year-old Edua strode into her mother’s shop. She walked to the shop from school every day. The distance between the shop and the school was pretty close. At about six and sometimes seven in the evening, they board a bus or take a bike home. She kept a change of clothes in her school bag. Most times, she wished she could shower before changing into mufti, but, the shop didn’t have a restroom. Every shop owner in the building shared the public toilets built behind the three story building. She rarely used the place and wouldn’t dream of taking a bath in there. “Have you had lunch?” She nodded her head and stared back at her mother who was seated on a plastic chair close to the door. “Your school sent a text message that there is a public holiday tomorrow.” Edua smiled. She loved any type of holiday. “Yes, tomorrow and Monday. I will have enough time to prepare for my Math’s test.” “Okay…” Adesua turned away. She had just gotten a bank alert. Alhaji’s friend had paid in the sum of a hundred thousand naira into her account. The thought of having an extra eight hundred-thousand- naira cash in her hands made her head swell. There was so much she could do with the money. She needed to expand her shop asap. It was a good thing that there was going to be a holiday the next day. Alhaji’s friend wanted to meet with them that evening. Her daughter would have time to recuperate before school resumed on Tuesday. What she was about to do was unthinkable, but, she had no choice. Or does she? They needed the money. She would buy more goods, make more profits, and she would be able to take care of herself and her daughter. They wouldn’t need to rely on anyone ever again for their basic needs. If they were lucky, she might have a million naira in her account before morning. The Alhaji and his friends tipped them handsomely that day. Maybe Mr. Gbadamosi and his friend might also give them a tip. She grinned with delight. Two young ladies walked in. Adesua got up immediately to attend to them, while Edua went to a corner to pull off her uniform and change into her casual wear. Xxxxxx At half past five, Adesua locked the shop and headed to the roadside with her daughter. She hailed a cab and gave the driver the description of the place she was going. They argued over fares for a while. The man declined and drove off. She stopped another cab and went through the same process again. The driver drove off. She cursed him under her breath. Edua stood by her mother’s side and watched her trying to stop another taxi. The place her mother described to the drivers wasn’t their route. They lived in Surulere, but, her mother was directing the drivers to Gbagada. Who was in Gbagada? Maybe her mother wanted to pay a visit to someone before they head home. She adjusted her school bag and glanced at the oncoming traffic. She hoped they would get home before it grew dark. She wanted to take her bath. She felt very sticky. She was also a little bit hungry. Adesua beamed with relief when the next cab driver agreed to the price she was willing to pay. She beckoned to her daughter and they climbed into the vehicle. “Who are we going to meet in Gbagada?” Adesua glanced at her daughter, “Em…” she turned away, “An acquaintance.” Edua raised an eyebrow and just stared at her. “Don’t worry, we will be home before Super Story starts,” she looked out of the window. Edua sighed with relief and rested against the leather car seat. Forty-two minutes later, the vehicle stopped in front of a guest house. Adesua paid the driver and got down from the cab, her daughter climbed down after her. She followed her mother into the building, wondering what they were doing in such a place. While they waited in the reception area, Edua noticed the glass doors that led to the bar and swimming pool area. The place was filled with men in their forties and above and young ladies in their twenties. Many were seated, eating and drinking. Some were dancing and others were at the pool side. A tall dark chocolate skin man in his sixties walked up to them. He was putting on a brown and gold coloured Senegalese styled attire. His shoes, wrist-watch and neck chain were glittering. His bald head looked like it had been recently oiled and his protruding tummy was like that of a heavily pregnant woman. “Adesua, right?” he grinned sheepishly. She got up immediately, “Yes.” “I am Gbadamosi Hanson.” “Oh…” she sized him up again. “So glad that you could make it,” he shook her hand and looked down at Edua. “Good evening sir,” she stared back at the man. She didn’t like him. He reminded her of their former landlord. “She is as beautiful as you are,” he glanced back at Adesua. “Oh please…” she blushed and looked towards the bar. “Let’s go meet my friend.” “Okay,” she signaled to her daughter to get up. Edua got up reluctantly. They followed the man into the bar and swimming pool area. He led them to a round table by the pool side. An average height, brown skin, potbellied man in a pair of white shorts and black short-sleeve tee- shirt was seated at the table. He got to his feet and shook hands with Adesua. “Donatus Oyemechi,” he smiled broadly at her. “Adesua Ayenkegbe,” she returned his smile. Once they were all seated, Edua noticed the bottles of Whisky and Dry Gin on the table with half-empty bowls of goat meat pepper soup. Gbadamosi signaled to one of the waitresses. She came to their table and asked them what they wanted. Adesua ordered for malt and catfish pepper soup. The young slim dark skinned lady in a white and red blouse and skirt uniform jotted down their order and hurried away. “Come with me,” she tapped her daughter on the shoulder, “I want to ease myself.” Edua nodded and got up. She was also feeling pressed. “We will be right back,” Adesua addressed Gbadamosi and his friend. “Take your time,” Donatus winked at her. Adesua and her daughter returned to the reception area. “I am sure that their toilets will be a mess. I am going to use one of the guest rooms’ toilet.” Edua raised an eyebrow, “Will they allow you?” “I don’t mind paying for a room. I am not going near their public toilet,” Adesua approached one of the receptionist and paid for a room. “Room 46A is on the ground floor,” the lady gave her a key. “Thank you,” she collected the key and strode down the hallway. Edua followed her mother and searched for their room. They found it at the end of the hall. Adesua went straight to the toilet, while Edua sat on the bed. The room was spacious. It had a ceiling fan, an air-conditioner, a table top fridge at a corner and a two settee facing a brown wooden wardrobe. The moment her mother stepped out, she hurried into the restroom. When she came out, she found Gbadamosi and Donatus in the room, seated on the bed, stark Unclad. Where was her mother? “Pretty girl, how old are you?” Gbadamosi winked at her. She eyed him and walked briskly to the door. When she tried to open it, she found out that it was locked. She turned around and glared at the strange. “I want to leave.” They exchanged glances and started to laugh. “You cannot leave this room until we have gotten what we paid for,” Gbadamosi sized her up, “Be a good girl,” he patted the space beside him, “Come and sit down.” Edua leaned against the door, heart pounding against her chest rapidly. Where was her mother? Why did she leave her in the room alone with these men? A flash back of the day she was defiled replayed on her fragile mind. She didn’t want a repeat of what she went through that day. “Pretty girl, come,” Donatus beckoned at her. Edua shook her head. “I want to go home!” Gbadamosi got up, marched towards her and pulled her by the hand. “Leave me alone! Let go!” “Shut your mouth or I will shut it for you!” his threatening stare remained on her teary face, “It is not even your first time,” he hissed, lifted her and threw her on the bed. “I will go first,” Donatus climbed the bed and pinned her down. “Please let me go…” she pleaded. The thought of what they would do to her paralyzed her with fear. “Don’t worry, I will be gentle,” he held her down with one hand and ripped off her clothes with the other. Edua turned her head and looked at the other man, he was seated on the only chair in the room. There was no iota of compassion written on his face. She knew there was no way of escape for her. She began to scream at the top of her lungs.

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She is a useless mother, infact a disgrace 2 motherhold.

see person wey I dey pity oo @mother, I hate this woman like mad... you think to get revenge is by putting your daughter in total mess... I pray she should hate you mtcheew.

Adesua,u re a hopeless n useless mother,haaa!smh

Adesua,u re a hopeless n useless mother,haaa!smh ,u ve d choice of staying with ur parents for d time being...wat if u dont ve any choice,wat wud u ve done to survive

Adesua, have you really gone nut? Are you out of your feeble mind? Selling ur daughter because of money? Why not return to your parent's house when you needed money so badly?

This woman is a disagree to womanhood and humanity as a whole

Love of money made you sold ur daughters dignity. You rendereD her emotionally unstable. Big shame on you

adesua i pity ur dead living body because i don't think u know dat u're a walking dead

What a wicked mother

CHAPTER SEVEN Adesua stirred the vegetable soup in the pot with a wooden spoon. She tasted it and nodded her head in approval. She switched off the table-top two burner gas cooker and turned on the electric kettle. She dipped a bowl into the bucket of water beside the sink and poured it into the kettle. She closed the lid and waited for it to boil. The corner of her eye caught the image of her daughter at the doorway. “You are awake. Lunch is almost ready,” she broke into a smile. Edua glared at her mother. She remembered being carried out of the room in the guest house the other night and placed at the back seat of a cab. Her encounter with the strange men left her bruised inside out. Her mother made her to swallow some pain relieving tablets when they got home. She slept off almost immediately and by the time she woke up, it was noon already. “Why?” her angry light brown eyes were fixed on her mother’s confused face. Adesua stared back at the girl. Her facial expression spoke volumes. She could perceive her state of mind. “Why did you leave me alone in that room?” She turned away and switched off the electric kettle. She poured the hot water into a bowl and brought out the container she kept cassava flakes. She spread several handful of the cassava flakes into the bowl and stirred with a short wooden stick. “Why do you keep leaving me at the mercy of men who are old enough to be my father?” tears gathered in her sad eyes. She raised her head and eyed the girl, “Do not bring your father into this.” “Why not?” she stepped into the kitchen, “If he was alive, those men won’t have been able to lay their dirty fingers on me.” Adesua hissed and continued to turn the molten mixture. “Why are you doing this to me? What kind of mother puts her only child in harm’s way?” “Edua out!” she pointed at the doorway. The girl’s words were beginning to get to her. She was doing the best she could to provide for them. “Why are you selling me off to strange men? When did you become a love-vendor?” The tears that covered the girl’s face made her chest to tighten in pain. “That’s enough!” “I hate you…” came the bitter whisper. Adesua gasped in shock. “I will hate you till my dying day!” she yelled at her mother. She dropped the short wooden stick and faced the girl. “Did you think I had a choice? Did my shop drop from the sky? Did I pluck the money I used to pay for your school fees on the tree?” she approached her sad looking daughter. “The food you eat, the clothes you wear, where did you think it all came from?” she stood a foot away from the eleven-year-old. “Why aren’t you working?” Adesua started to laugh, “You have no idea what the labour market is like.” “And you think prostituting me is a better option?” she eyed her. “No, but, you see… it is not like that…” she tried to find words to explain her actions. “Shame on you,” Edua said through gritted teeth. It hurts that the woman she called mother wasn’t even remorseful. Her brows knitted in an angry frown, “How dare you?!” “You don’t deserve to be called a mother.” Adesua hit the girl across the face. She watched her stagger backwards. “Don’t you ever in your life speak to me that way ever again!” Edua steadied herself, hand on the side of her face. “I hate you!” she turned around and ran out of the kitchen. She placed both hands on her braided hair and sighed heavily. The girl didn’t understand. She had no choice. She sighed again, dropped her hands and dished her food. She placed the plates of garri and vegetable soup on a tray, carried it out of the kitchen, into the sitting room and set it on a small stool in front of a chair. She sat down and began to eat. It upset her that her daughter hated her. She shook the thoughts off and concentrated on better plans. She was going to expand her shop and buy more goods. She made a mental note to take her daughter to see a doctor the following week. They needed to take precautions so that she doesn’t get pregnant or get infected with STDs. She would also start to demand health status reports from future clients. It was better to be safe than sorry. She reasoned that the girl needed to show gratitude. The girl should be grateful that she didn’t abandon her. She cursed her in-laws who started it all. Xxxxxx Alhaji Musa and Mustapha got out of the white Hummer jeep and walked into the shop. Adesua beamed when she saw them. She arranged chairs for them to sit and instructed one of her sales to go buy some drinks. “Alhaji, is this your face?” she took a seat beside them. “Yes, it is. You are looking good,” Alhaji Musa winked at her. The sales girl returned, placed a stool in front of the men and set a tray on it. She arranged the alcoholics drinks, opened them and left them. “This is very cold,” Mustapha took a long sip of his drink. “A soothing comfort under this hot weather,” Alhaji Musa added. Both men roared in laughter. Adesua watched them and grinned. When her former landlord called to tell her that he needed to see her that afternoon, she had been excited because she knew that it would involve money. She needed funds to do a lot of things. “Let’s talk business,” he placed the half empty bottle on the tray, “A friend of mine is celebrating his birthday this weekend and, I want to do something special for him,” Alhaji Musa winked at her. “Okay,” Adesua listened with rapt attention. “He is interested in tasting fresh lambs, but, he isn’t bold enough to hunt for his heart’s desire.” She nodded, “How do I come in?” “We are going to surprise him. I will send a car to pick you and the merchandise up. We will take it from there.” “Okay,” she began to dream of the amount they would pay her. “I can’t wait to see the look in his eyes when he sees her Unclad, covered up in vanilla cream and cholate spread,” Mustapha’s dark eyes twinkled. “Yes, yes…” he nodded at his friend, then turned to his former tenant, “The man is very rich and he will pay you handsomely.” “Okay then. We will be ready,” she assured him. “Business woman, that’s why I like you,” Alhaji Musa placed a hand on her thigh and squeezed gently. “Who doesn’t need money in this country?” she eyed him. “We all do,” Mustapha emptied his bottle. “Some more than others,” Alhaji Musa winked at her. “Story,” she leaned against the plastic chair. The men started to laugh again. Xxxxxx Edua sat on a stool in the bathroom washing her school uniforms and other clothes. She had been giving her mother the silent treatment since the night she left her in the motel room with the strange men. She spoke in mono- syllables whenever she was asked a question, she kept to herself and seldom eat the woman’s food. She was ready to live on indomie, eggs and geisha for as long as she could. She had not been able to come to terms with her mother’s decision to sacrifice her body for money. If the woman wanted to sleep around. Fine! She wouldn’t judge her. But, she had no right to give her away to men old enough to be her grand-father in exchange of money. Her mother now has a bigger shop, more goods, there was an increase in the daily patronage. She had also bought a car. They were living comfortably. But, all at the expense of her innocence. She made up her mind to move out as soon as she completed her Secondary school education. She would live far away from her mother and be in charge of her own life. “Come out of that place and get dressed.” She heard her mother’s voice before she saw her standing by the door, clad in a silver lace attire, in a skirt and blouse style. She had on silver jewelry, pencil heeled peep-toe shoes and hand-bag. Her silky jet black Brazilian hair was styled ‘all-back’ and its length was a little above the waist line. “Am I am speaking to a mute?!” Adesua’s hazel eyes flashed with anger. She sized the girl up, irritated by her reluctance to get up. Gone were the days the girl followed her every instruction. But, now, she was full of questions and acted in defiance. “Where are we going?” she looked her up and down. “Stop asking me stupid questions!” she suppressed the urge to slap the girl. “I am not going anywhere with you,” she dipped her hands into the basin. Her brain began to boil, “Is something wrong with you?” “I have an assignment. I am submitting it on Monday. I am going to the Library to search for the textbooks I need to complete the assignment,” she squeezed the cloth in her hand. “What happened to all the books I bought for you this term?” Adesua eyed her. “The teacher recommended the old edition of these textbooks. I don’t have it. I need to get to the library once I am done washing my clothes,” she raised her head and met her mother’s impatient stare. “We can stop by a few bookstores on our way. We will buy whatever book you need,” she glanced at her silver plated wrist-watch. “I checked several bookstores in this area yesterday. They don’t have. I also tried those ones in Tejuosho and Yaba markets. My best bet is the library,” Edua insisted. Adesua hissed again. “Go in there and changed into something… one of those pleated V-neck dresses I brought home from the shop will do.” She picked another cloth and began to wash, “Where are we going? What’s more important than my education?” she looked her mother in the eye. Adesua pulled off one of her shoes and hurled it at the girl. Edua jumped to her feet quickly, dodging the flying shoe. “Do not make me descend on you this afternoon!” Edua eyed the woman she called mother. “You have five minutes to get ready. Meet me outside,” she limped into the bathroom, retrieved the shoe, put it back on and walked out. Edua gritted her teeth. She couldn’t understand why she must be dragged along everywhere the woman went. Her mother partied almost every weekend. Due to her growing business, she met a lot of people and she was always attending one function or the other. It annoyed her that she didn’t have a say. It didn’t matter if she wanted to come along or stay back at home. She wished she would grow over night and move out. Xxxxxx Adesua and her daughter arrived at the birthday party of a sixty-year-old man. His family and friends were gathered together in a hotel hall to celebrate with him. There were all sorts of food being served by three different caterers, variety of fruit juices and alcoholic drinks littered every table in the hall. Trays of small chops, pastries, cakes and mouth-watering deserts were passed around by the youthful looking waiters and waitresses. Edua sat beside her mother at a table for twelve. She was still fuming. It would be hard to complete her assignment that night. They rarely attended church on Sundays, except there was a baby dedication or some sort of ceremony organized by any of her mother’s customers. Even if she woke up early that Sunday, where was she going to get the books she needed? She bit at her lower lip and collected one of the chapman drinks served by a waiter at their table. She took a long sip and sighed heavily. Maybe she might call some of her classmates and find out if they had been successful in getting the textbooks. The class captain of her class lived in Tejuosho. She planned to call him when they get home that night. She might send a text first. She would go to his place on Sunday afternoon. She was sure he would be willing to lend her his books. He was one of the students that had been nice to her since she got admitted into the school. Adesua watched her daughter closely. She smiled broadly when the girl began to bob her head. She collected the half-empty glass from her, placed it on the table, and got up, pulling the girl after her. “I feel… dizzy,” Edua yawned loudly. “I know, come with me,” she led her gently out of the hall, towards the elevator. On the sixth floor, Adesua led her daughter out of the elevator, down the hallway, and stopped outside a room. She knocked quickly and waited. A dark skinned plump looking woman in her late forties opened the door and let them in. “I have been waiting for you.” “I know, help me with her.” They carried her towards the bed, made her to lay down on her back and began to pull off her dress, shoes and jewelry. Edua tried to get up when she felt the cold white and brown thick substance poured all over her body. Her bones felt so weak. She slumped back on the bed and licked some of the substance on her shoulder. It tasted like vanilla and chocolate ice-cream. She turned her head and saw her mother heading towards the door with her dress and shoes in her hand. “Mummy!” The woman ignored her, opened the door and walked out. Her heart beat accelerated. Where was she? Why does she feel dizzy and weakened? She tried to lift her weight, but, couldn’t. “Now you are ready,” the dark skinned woman looked down at her. Edua stared back at the woman. Ready for what? What was she talking about? Where did her mother go to? The woman headed out and shut the door behind her. In less than a minute, a group of men came into the room, singing the ‘happy birthday song’ to the blindfolded celebrant. Her heart summersaulted when she recognized Alhaji Musa and his friend Mustapha amongst the men that surrounded the celebrant. Several thoughts ran through her mind. It dawned on her that her mother had sold her out again. Tears stung her eyes. The celebrant removed the blindfold and when he saw her, he screamed in excitement. Alhaji Musa and the others wished him a very pleasurable birthday and left the room. The sixty-year-old man approached the bed, eyes glowing with lust. He got out of his clothes in a hurry and joined her on the bed. “You are the best birthday gift ever,” he leaned over her and began to lick her all up. Edua began to whimper. When was her nightmare going to end? When would her mother’s greed for money be satisfied? About an hour and half later, Alhaji Musa and Mustapha came in when the birthday celebrant left. “You have made the celebrant very happy,” Mustapha sat at the bedside, staring at her and licking his lips hungrily. “Your mother is going to be well rewarded,” Alhaji Musa began to pull off his clothes. “We must also partake of the pleasure…” Mustapha began to laugh. Edua began to cry again. She wished death would come and take her away. What had her mother gotten her into? About two hours later, Alhaji Musa and Mustapha left. Edua sat up, whatever she had been drugged with was beginning to wear off. Where was her mother? She wanted to go home. Five strange men came in. The way they looked at her made her discern their intent. Fear gripped her. How was she going to get away from them? Where was her mother? “Please…” she tried to speak. Her throat felt patched and her eyes burned due to excessive crying. Like a predator after a prey, they approached the bed

What a greedy mother u have edua

Hmm this woman u need to stop this stupidity at least y have the money u so much desire and other things

Shey na mother be this one

Adesua e no go better for u i swear

wat type of a mom is dis for he lng wil she continue to treat ha girl lyk dis .... she is a big disgrace to motherhood cus d girl she makes suffer always is nt to b blame for ha dad death... y can't she try ha best to make life for ha daughter nd nt use d girl's dignity to leave comfortable... wat a heartless woman

I'm really getting to hate this woman called Adesua. I just hope edua will be safe and got out of that mess

WHAT GREED CAN DO

If you know what is good for you u have to run away

Too bad

What a world....! Let me fasten my seatbelt!!!!

if dis should av been my mum,i could kill her

And I thought u are a good person in the first place adesua

Which kind of mother be this??

this is wickedness how could she do that to her own child....!

Oh my God!after one alhaji musa n mustapha,anoda 5 men...haa!u shud be arrested.

Waiting patiently for the next episode

Chai! I so much hate dis woman

EPISODE EIGHT Twelve years later, twenty-three-year-old Edua Imasogie sat in the black Lexus jeep while her lover made several calls on his iPhone. She looked out of the slightly opened window. Her well made up fair face had a resemblance with that of a Barbie doll. She brushed a strand of the brown and gold curly waist length Brazilian hair away from her line of sight. “Where do I take you to for dinner?” Alhaji Bature ended his call and placed a hand on her lap. She turned her head, then smiled at him, “I don’t know darling. I am not familiar with this area.” He nodded with understanding. He had no knowledge of the area too. It was his Estate agent that brought them to the place. He needed plots of land to build a massive Shopping Complex. “Let’s get back to the major road. I think we will be able to find a place to eat.” She shrugged and looked out of the window, consumed by distant memories. She remembered leaving home at sixteen to the dismay of her mother, but, the inability to fend for herself made her return to the witch. She got admission into the University of Lagos at seventeen, lived a wild life, while she did one or two jobs for her mother once in a month. She ran her own games, pimping female students to the likes of Alhaji Musa and his cohorts. She made a lot of money. She rented a two-bedroom flat off campus, bought a car and lived large. She became known by the name ‘Beauty’ by her clients and the money bags she did business with. She graduated, served and returned to Lagos after her service year. She still worked for her mother once in a while, but, she was more than in control of her own life. Alhaji Bature parked the car at the side of the road and alighted. He opened the bonnet and was soon covered up in smoke. He backed away from the vehicle, coughing and coughing. Edua opened the door and stepped out. She walked towards her lover, black high heeled sandals hitting the dusty road in smooth stride, light skinned glowing long legs favouring a white bum short with silver glittering beads all over the cotton material. The silver sequins black tube blouse barely covered her heavy creamy bosom. Several car drivers honked as they drove past. Alhaji Bature grinned with relish. He liked the way his lover was causing a commotion on the highway. Although he hoped the distracted drivers won’t end up in a ghastly accident. He raised his head and noticed the huge green road sign-post a mile away. They were on Ikorodu road and very close to Anthony village. He stopped a few male passers-by he saw and paid them to push the car till they got to Anthony village. He hailed a taxi and instructed the driver to head to the same area. He signaled to his lover, they climbed into the vehicle and he apologized for all the inconveniences. The taxi driver parked in front of the first mechanic shop he saw. Alhaji Bature climbed out and waited for the men pushing his car. They were far down the narrow road. The owner of the mechanic shop hurried to meet the Alhaji. He summoned some of his apprentices and instructed them to assist in getting the car to the shop. Three of his boys ran off to join the men pushing the car. When the car arrived, they started work on it immediately. Alhaji Bature and his lover were offered seats under the mango tree outside the mechanic shop. All eyes were on Edua. “I have to go.” She frowned and eyed him. “I am needed at the bank. My loan has been approved. I need to take a cab back to the Island. I am so sorry. I will make it up to you.” “Great,” she folded her arms across her chest. “They will be done with the car soon. I will join you at home once I am done at the bank.” “I am too tired and stressed up to drive,” she complained. “Okay, I will ask the mechanic to drop you at home.” “Whatever…” “I have transferred some money to your account. See you soon,” he leaned over and brushed his lips against hers. He got up and began to walk towards the narrow road. Edua hissed and glanced at her silver plated wrist watch. It was past three. She couldn’t believe she had wasted a whole day with Alhaji Bature. She brought out her Blackberry Passport from her silver hand bag and dialed a friend’s number. “Hello, Bimbo, are you home?” “Yea, what’s up?” “Messy day. You won’t believe where I am.” “Ehya… do you want to come over?” “Yep.” “Okay, my crew and I are heading to the Galleria, why don’t you meet us there?” “Sounds good. See you soon,” she dropped the phone in the bag and sighed heavily. She was upset that her lover abandoned her at a motor mechanic shop. The place was disgustingly dirty and it oozed a foul smell. “Excuse me.” She turned and lifted up her light brown eyes to meet gentle dark brown ones. They belonged to a tall brown skin apprentice in a khaki shorts and dirty black short sleeve tee-shirt. Despite his rugged appearance, he was easy on the eyes. “My boss wants to know what you will like to drink.” His clear grammatical accent surprised her. She thought all motor mechanics were illiterates. “I am okay, thank you,” she smiled. “We insist,” he smiled back at her. She laughed lightly, “Okay, a cold drink will do.” “Soft drink, malt or fruit juice?” She bent her head sideways, “Hmmm… fruit juice.” “What brand?” She rolled her eyes, “Funman.” “Gotcha,” he winked at her and stepped away. She chuckled and shook her head in wonder. He returned a few minutes later with a pack of Funman fruit juice and a small box of chocolate cupcakes. “Thank you,” she was impressed. “Enjoy.” She smiled and looked back at him. She noticed that he wasn’t ready to leave. “My name is Edet Udeme. I am twenty-eight, a university drop out due to lack of funds. I have a diploma in Desktop Publishing and I work here as a motor mechanic. I used to be an apprentice, but, now, I am a staff.” She blinked, amazed at his boldness. “I have done my fair share of hunting for white collar jobs, but, I hope to establish a renowned Motor Mechanic Shop here in Lagos, a place where the money bags will feel comfortable to bring their cars. When that happens, I want you by my side as my wife and the mother of my children.” She started to laugh. She had never been approached by a commoner before. His audacity was something else. She had dined with the high and mighty in the society, warmed the beds of Kings, dated Senators, Governors and dozens of money bags. The least amongst them owned a luxury house in every major city in the country. The mechanic was definitely out of his mind. She was out of his league. Maybe in another life, roles reversed, she might have found him attractive enough to go out with. “I am also a born-again Christian. I believe that you are not beyond redemption. I will be praying for your salvation and deliverance. I will wait for as long as it takes, until you are mine,” he winked at her. “My God, you are bold,” she sized him up. “Traits of the King of Kings.” “I see. You are at the bottom of the food chain when it comes to the kind of men I go out with.” He smiled, eyes glowing with excitement, “The first few moments I laid my eyes on you when you arrived, I could tell that you are the one that I am going to spend the rest of my life with.” She laughed loudly, “You do live in a dream world, don’t you?” “This is not dream. This is reality.” She opened the pack of fruit juice and took a sip. The sweet chilled drink soothed her dry throat. “What’s the name?” he placed both hands on his hips. “Beauty.” “Yeah, I know that you are beautiful, breathtakingly so, but, what is your real name?” She raised an eyebrow, “My name is Beauty.” “Are you telling me that your mum and dad named you Beauty?” She shrugged and opened the box of cakes. “Do you mean that on your birth certificate, it says that your name is ‘Beauty’?” She chuckled. “Fine, my name is Edua Imasogie.” “Ah-ha!” She laughed loudly. “Nice to meet you Edua…” She stared back at him. Their gazes locked and held. The light in his eyes seemed to flood every core of her being. “Edet!” his boss roared, “Get back here and stop flirting with another man’s property.” Everyone in the shop began to laugh hysterically. “Got to go, see you soon,” he took a bow and backed away. She smiled and began to eat the cakes, one after the other. About two hours later, the owner of the mechanic shop ushered her into the repaired vehicle. Edet came to stand by the window. “I will be praying for you every single day.” She eyed him, “Don’t waste your time.” “I will be waiting for you. My love for you is endless.” “Love?” “Yes, Princess. We will meet again sooner than you think.” The vehicle started to move. He stepped away and waved. Edua watched him through the window. The only person aside her mother who called her ‘Princess’ was her late father. She missed him immensely. Memories flooded her mind. Xxxxxx Standing outside, the Silverbird Galleria, Edua brought out her phone from her bag and called her friend. “Hello.” “Hello Bimbo, where are you? I am outside.” “We are at the ticket stand.” “Okay. I am on my way up.” She walked into the building and made her way to the elevator. She felt the vibration of her phone in the bag. She halted, brought it out and picked the call. “Hello.” “Where are you?” She recognized her mother’s voice. She hissed. “I am on the island.” “Come home. We have a business transaction.” Edua rolled her eyes. “I will come over tonight.” “No, come now. This is very urgent.” When it came to money, the woman didn’t care about any other thing. She had learnt that over the years. The woman she called mother had done quite well for herself. She lived in Victoria Garden City, controlled six butiks in different parts of Lagos and drove the best cars money could buy. She also had an underground business where she pimped out girls between the age of eight and eighteen to anyone who could afford to pay the exorbitant price tags. She no longer worked for her mother, although occasionally, she accepted deals, especially when the clients asked for her specifically. “Eighty-twenty.” “Eighty what?! Are you crazy or something? These are my clients.” “Fine, get someone else.” “I can’t. You are the one they want.” She heard the irritation in her mother’s voice. “Seventy-thirty.” “No way! Fifty-fifty.” “No deal.” “Come on Beauty. I need the money more than you do.” “Then do the job yourself.” “Okay, okay, Sixty-forty.” “Not acceptable, sixty-five, thirty-five.” “Fine! Come over.” “I will come after I have gotten the alert.” “Why are you this difficult?!” “Once bitten, twice shy.” “Fine, I will send the money to your account right away.” “Good,” she hung up and dropped the phone in her bag. Her relationship with her mother had died a natural death. She was unable to move past what the woman put her through all in the name of paying the bills. She might never forgive her, till death do them part. Edua turned around and walked towards the exit. She wished she had insisted on driving her own car when her lover showed up at her place that morning. She stopped a taxi and got in. She dictated the address of her mother’s house to the driver and rested her aching head on the leather seat of the vehicle. She brought out her phone for her bag and discovered that she had an alert. The amount she had been sent was in six figures. She dropped the phone in her bag and closed her eyes. Over years, several men had tried to make her their permanent mistress. She always turned them down. She didn’t want to be caged in an ivory tower, locked away like some animal, satisfying the pleasure of just one man, and most times, his friends too. She loved her freedom. It was one of the reasons why she dated the likes of Alhaji Bature. He worshipped the ground she worked on and gave her everything she ever wanted. He didn’t mind sharing her with other men. There was a time he wanted to make her his eight wife, but, she declined. If she ever wanted to settle down, it would be to one man and she would be his only wife. She sighed heavily. She wasn’t looking forward to seeing her mother. She rarely visited her. She turned her head, opened her eyes and gazed through the closed window.

hmmm I saw this coming (prostitution in the future) kai.. my fingers are heavy to type any comments now but continue anyway... she is chopping life now mmmmmm

hmmm

U might be a guru in prostitution

This is too bad. I dread this you business so much

Hmmm c wat d woman hs cusd

EPISODE NINE She woke up tired and terribly worn out. It had been a very crazy weekend for her. She got out of bed, strode to the kitchen, made herself toast and beverage, went to the sitting room, sat in front of her 50’ plasma television and ate while she watched the soap opera on the Telemundo channel. Instinctively, she glanced at the wall clock. It was past six in the evening. She could spend the rest of the day indoors, or take a stroll. She liked walking round the Estate. It helped her to clear her mind and distract her from her depressing thoughts. She finished the meal, switched off the T.V set, walked to the kitchen, dropped the plate and the mug in the sink and returned to her bedroom. She opened the wardrobe and changed into a cream short-sleeve blouse, blue jeans and a pair of white and black Adidas snickers. She brushed her shoulder length feathers styled braid, applied a light make up and headed out. She locked the front door, walked to the gate, opened it, stepped out and locked it. Dolphin Estate was pretty large, but she had been to every single street. She took a right turn, with slow calculative steps, she walked on. The church at the junction had its lights on. It was a Monday and they rarely had services on such days. She reasoned that it was probably a special programme. The music coming from the place soothed her disrupted mind. Unable to stop herself, she walked into Jesus’ Lovers Ministry International. The hall was parked. It was her first time in the church auditorium. She had passed by the building several times, but, never ventured in. She took a seat at the back row and refused to follow the Usher who wanted to take her to a seat in the middle row. She saw a group of people on the altar, about thirty, in red and gold robes, probably the choir, singing as if their lives depended on it. She had heard the song they were singing on One Cube channel. It was one of Michael W. Smith’s songs, ‘Healing Rain’. She liked the song. She saw a man in a black jacket, white shirt and black tie walking towards the altar. He was carrying a big sized book, definitely a bible. He was dark, tall and on the slim side. He took over the service, said a prayer, while the choir went back to their seats. The man spoke about living in the grace of God through faith. He emphasized that with man’s physical strength, it was impossible and difficult, but, if one lean on God completely, in total trust, His strength is made perfect in a believer’s weaknesses. Thirty minutes later, the service came to an end. The offering was collected, more music which she enjoyed, then a woman read the announcements and the congregation said the closing prayer together. ‘The grace of our lord Jesus Christ, the love of God and the fellowship of the Holy Spirit, be with us now and forever more, amen.’ She smiled. She still remembered the prayer. She made a mental note to frequent the church. On her way out of the auditorium, one of the Ushers stopped her and informed her that the Senior Pastor would like to see her. She almost laughed out loud. She didn’t know the man and had never met him before. The hall was big and spacious. How did he spot her from the crowd? She noticed that she wasn’t the only fair skinned person in the building. She decided to see the man and find out what he wanted. She followed the pretty brown skinned, average height lady out of the hall, down a corridor and into a room. There was a card on the door that read ‘Pastor’s Office’. The dark six feet lanky man got up immediately when he saw her, “Evening my sister,” he stretched out his right hand. She stepped forward and shook his hand, “Evening sir.” The lady left them. “Please sit down,” the man settled back on the black leather chair. She took one of the seats at the desk. “I believe that this is your first time here.” She looked straight at him, “It is.” “You are welcome,” he smiled broadly. “Thank you.” “I asked the Usher to bring you to me because, while I was preaching, God pointed you out among the congregation and instructed me to help you.” She blinked and stared back at the man, “God?” “Yes, God,” he nodded with confidence. She started to laugh. She didn’t believe that God told him anything. She was very skeptic when it came to people who claimed to hear from God. The last time she attended church religiously was when her late father was alive. Where was God all those years she cried out to him to save her from the men her mother sold her to? He didn’t bother to rescue her. He definitely didn’t care about her. While he sat in the heavens and ruled, she lived on earth, finally in control of her own life. “I know it sounds bizarre, but, I am telling you the truth,” his kind eyes remained on her doubtful face. “I don’t believe you,” she eyed him. “God told me some things about you,” he held her sarcastic gaze. She raised an eyebrow. “You were defiled at nine years.” Her light brown eyes widened in shock. No one else except her mother knew that. Maybe it was a good guess. She folded her arms across her chest. “You hate your mother because she gave you out to strange men in exchange for money.” She swallowed hard and locked gazes with him. These weren’t wild guesses. She began to wonder if God truly spoke to him. Maybe, God did care about her after all. He could discern that he had gotten her attention. He thanked God for the things he revealed to him. “How is Alhaji Bature?” Her brows creased in a frown. “Do you need me to go on?” “No.” “I can if you want me to. God said quite a lot about you.” She leaned against the chair and watched him. It amazed her that God went out of his way to speak about her to a total stranger. “God wants me to guide you out of the soothing darkness, where there is no pain, to a life full of light, love, joy, peace and purpose.” She gasped, blinked and exhaled loudly. The soothing darkness was a mental state she usually escaped to, whenever she was in the company of the strange men her mother sold her to. “You can give it all up and start afresh.” Her eyes widened. Was that even possible? Give it all up. Start afresh. Start from where? Several thoughts ran through her mind. The pastor had no idea what he was encouraging her to do. It was easier said than done. “You can start by rededicating your life to God.” She lifted her sad eyes and captured his assuring ones. “Several thoughts ran through her mind. The pastor had no idea what he was encouraging her to do. It was easier said than done. “You can start by rededicating your life to God.” She lifted her sad eyes and captured his assuring ones. “You gave your life to Jesus at eight. When you drifted away and got older, he didn’t stop loving you. He didn’t stop caring. He never stopped watching over you.” She shook her head in disbelief. “Where was he? Where was he when my innocence was snatched from me?” she whispered, voice choked with unshed tears. The pain in her eyes made his chest to tighten, “He has always been there, every single time you were thrust into the arms of those terrible men.” “Watching me?” “Yes, and making sure that you came out of that darkness, alive and sane.” She broke down. The tears came in torrents. Her body shook as she held her head in her hands. “God please heal her completely, spirit, soul and body,” he raised his head and whispered a prayer. “He… he loves you more than you can ever imagine,” he dropped his gaze, focused on her weeping frame, “He… he is not ready to give up on you or let you go, ever!” She closed her eyes as his words washed over her with a soothing comfort. “His arms are wide open, ready to take you back, even now, this very moment.” She opened her eyes. Was she truly ready? Was she ready to let go of everything she had acquired over the years, the wild lifestyle, the men, the business arrangements, the contracts, everything? How was she going to start afresh? She knew nothing else except the dark life her mother introduced her to at an early age. How was she going to survive? Fear gripped her. “He is waiting…” She swallowed hard and raised her wet face, “I… I am ready.” His face brightened with joy, “Halleluiah!” he sighed with relief. He thanked God for using him to reach out to her. He couldn’t imagine what you must have gone through all those years. What kind of mother does that to her child, her own flesh and blood? It wasn’t in his place to judge. “It is time,” he bowed his head. She bowed hers and listened as he prayed. Suddenly, she felt something on the inside. She felt pure and light. It was as if she was being scrubbed and washed. She felt enveloped with peace and joy began to bubble within her. “Welcome back to God’s kingdom,” he looked up, grinning from ear to ear. “Thank you pastor,” she smiled back at him. “What’s the name?” “Beauty,” she spoke before thinking. “Beauty?” he raised an eyebrow. She scratched a spot on her head, “Em… my name is Edua, Edua Imasogie.” “Good, good. I am Pastor Victory Majekodunmi. Do you stay around?” “Yes, I live in the estate.” “Good, that means that you will be able to worship with us constantly.” “Yes, yes. Definitely.” “Good, good. Let me have your number. I will call you from time to time, to check up on you and see how you are doing.” “Okay,” she pulled out her phone from her pocket. They exchanged numbers. “You can come to see me in church whenever you need to talk, okay?” “Okay, sir.” “I live in the bungalow behind the church building.” “Oh…” He got up, “Have a restful night Edua.” She got to her feet, “And you too sir. Thank you.” He saw her off to the door. Edua walked out of the church building and headed home feeling a sense of freedom. A few blocks away from her house, she saw Alhaji Bature’s car parked at the gate. She groaned inwardly. What does he want now? She approached the vehicle and saw him climb out. He had also seen her. “Where have you been?” he spoke sternly. “Good evening to you too,” she stood by the car. He relaxed, “Sorry, I have been sitting out here for over two hours waiting for you. Where did you go? I couldn’t even reach you on phone? You didn’t bother to pick my calls.” She sized him up. He looked tired. “I am sorry; I was in church.” “Church?” he stared at her, a puzzled expression was written on his face. “What were you doing in church?” She shrugged, “What do people do in church?” she averted his curious dark eyes. He sighed heavily. He was hungry. He needed good food and a cold bath. And of course, a marathon of love making before he retired for the night. “Let’s go in,” he reached out for her hand, but, she backed away. “You cannot come in with me.” “What is that supposed to me?” his irritation multiplied. She looked back at him. She had just rededicated her life to God. She was still coming to terms with what she had done. There was so many things she needed to give up, especially him. “You… you need to go home to your wives.” “What’s wrong with you?” his angry eyes darted about, “What… what did they tell you in that place? Have you allowed the pastor to screw with your mind?” he glared at her. “I have… I have just made up with God. I am not going to allow anything on this planet earth to truncate my relationship with him ever again.” He looked her up and down, wondering if she had lost her mind. “Beauty, please, let’s just go in. I am tired. We can talk inside,” his pleading tone was lost to her. She brushed past him, “Alhaji please go home,” she went to the gate and unlocked it. “Go home? I am the one who paid for this place.” “So?” she glanced back at him. “I bought everything in this house. I have all the receipts. No one, not even you can stop me from sleeping in my own house.” “You lie!” she faced him akimbo. “You are the joker here. What do you take me for? I am not going anywhere,” he snatched the keys from her hands, pushed the gate open and marched into the compound. “Alhaji!” she ran after him. “After all, you refused to marry me. Nonsense.” “Alhaji!” she followed him into the three-bedroom bungalow. He settled on the sofa in the sitting room and pulled off his shoes. “I am hungry. Get me something to eat.” She stood at the center of the room, arms crossed against her chest. “Go home Alhaji. Your wives will take care of your every need.” “Do not make me angry Beauty!” he warned her. “Do I look like one of your wives?” she eyed him, “Am I your cook or your maid?” He cursed out loud. He wished he had gone home. His wives would have competed amongst themselves, served him a good meal and debated on who would spend the night with him. But, how was he supposed to know that his lover would develop a brain malfunction that very night? He wasn’t a soothsayer or a magician. “It is not that late. You can still head him,” she tried to encourage him. “You are out of your mind!” his voice thundered. She jumped back in fear. She had never seen him so angry. “I own this house. I own everything in it, including you!” his red eyes bored into her agitated ones. “You do not own me. I am not for sale!” she shouted back at him. He got up abruptly, “Barawo! (Thief)” “Back to sender!” she clapped her hands at him. He stared at her closely, exhausted. She was different from the seductive temptress he knew. “What has gotten into you tonight?” “I have given my life back to God.” Hands on his hips, “What does that even mean?” “Everything is going to change between us, henceforth.” He realized that she wasn’t joking. Was she trying to dump him? “What are you talking about?” “Alhaji, I am sorry, but, it is over between us,” she avoided his confused gaze. “Over? How? Why?” “Look, it is getting late. You cannot spend the night here.” “Says who?” he eyed her. His mind couldn’t wrap around the fact that she was breaking up with him. He thought by the end of the year, he would have been able to convince her to marry him. “Alhaji.” “I am not going anywhere! This is my house. I want you out of here tonight!” “What?!” “You heard me. When your brain starts functioning properly, I will give you back the keys to this house,” he settled back on the chair. “You… you cannot do this.” “You have till mid-night to move out. Or else, I will call some touts to come and throw your things into the street,” the seriousness in his voice alarmed her. She panicked. What was she going to do? Where was she supposed to go that night? She wiped the beads of sweat that had gathered on her forehead with the back of her hand. What kind of trouble has she gotten herself into? “The clock is ticking Beauty.” She sighed heavily. She turned around and headed for the master bedroom. She brought out her travelling bags and opened the wardrobe. Her clothes stared back at her. She glanced at her wrist-watch. It was past ten. She had less than two hours to move out. God help me. I am in your hands now. Alhaji Bature came into the room, walked up to her and wrapped his arms around her. “Have you changed your mind?” “Get your frail old rotten hands off me!” she screamed and peeled his hands away from her body. He stepped away, shocked and hurt. “You… you have one hour to move out!” She turned around and looked him up and down as if she was seeing him for the first time. “I will be out in less than forty-five minutes!” she boasted. Her lack of remorse astounded him. “Fine! Get out of my house!” She hissed and started to pull all her clothes out of the wardrobe while he watched. He hoped against hope that she would change her mind. He wanted things to go back to the way they were, but, it seemed his lover had changed into a totally different person.

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Hmm thank God for ur life

Gid u see u true this

I feel sorry for her All thanks to her mom

I am so happy for you

hmm finally crawl out of the crab hole

don't worry GOD will be wit u edua

Edua am happy u've given ur life to Jesus

Halleluiah

Tank God

Thank God you've chosen light over darkness

Interestn

EPISODE TEN Edua drove her black Lexus Jeep to the bungalow behind the church, Pastor Victory’s home. She killed the engine and got down from the car. She dialed the number that he gave her and waited. “Hello Edua.” “Pastor, I am standing right outside your gate.” “Really? Isn’t it too late for a cordial visit? It is almost midnight.” “I know, but, I have been thrown out of my own house,” she leaned against the car. She felt exhausted. “Your house?” “Technically, it is mine,” she scratched a spot on her elbow. She heard him laugh. “Okay, okay, I am coming out.” “All right sir,” she hung up and sighed with relief. About ten minutes later, the Pastor came out of the house and unlocked the gate. “What happened?” he surveyed the environment and came to stand by the vehicle. “Alhaji Bature came by this evening and threw me out. We sort of had an argument,” she explained. He nodded with understanding, “The warfare has begun.” She sighed heavily, “I… I don’t have anywhere else to go at the moment.” He smiled, “Don’t worry. You can stay in my guest room for the night. Tomorrow morning, we will put our heads together and plan a way forward.” She broke into a smile, “Thank you sir.” He patted the bonnet of the car, “Is this yours?” “Yes sir.” He met her confident gaze, “Technically?” She laughed, “No, I bought it with my own money.” “Okay, nice. Let me open the gate so that you can drive in.” “Thank you sir,” she sighed in relief and got back into the vehicle. Xxxxxx She heard a knock on the door. She turned on her side, wondering who it was. She had not been able to sleep well the other night. She made a mental list of who she could stay with, but, she realized that everyone she knew wouldn’t agree to her new life in God. Every single person she called a friend lived a wild life. It wouldn’t benefit her to be around such people. The knocks on the door persisted. “Come in.” The door opened and a pretty brown skinned, average height lady walked in. Edua recognized her immediately. It was one of the Ushers at the church. “Morning,” she approached the bed. “Hi,” she sat up and smiled back at her. “I am Chuka Chukwuka.” She raised an eyebrow, “That rhymes.” Chukka giggled and sat at the side of the bed. “My name is Edua, Edua Imasogie.” “Nice to meet you again,” she grinned. “And you too,” Edua liked her. The lady was warm and friendly. “Pastor Victory called me this morning, he said you needed a place to crash, for a while.” She nodded quickly, “Yes, I so do.” Chuka scratched an itchy spot on her nose, “I stay in the estate with my elder brother and my younger brother.” Edua smiled, she had no idea how it felt having older or younger siblings. “I don’t have any brothers or sisters,” she said quietly. She narrowed her curious gaze, “Are you an only child?” “Yes and no. my twin brothers died before they were born,” thoughts of her late father flooded her mind. “My goodness, I am so sorry,” Chuka felt sad for her. She had no idea what it felt like being an only child. She couldn’t imagine a life without her brothers. Edua cleared her throat, “It is okay. It was a long time ago.” “Regardless…” She nodded and turned towards the opened window. Rays of sunlight flowed into the cream painted room. “I spoke with my brothers before I came here.” She glanced at her. “They are in agreement that you can stay with us for a while, as long as you sleep in my room.” Edua started to laugh. “Just joking,” she winked at her. “I like your sense of humour.” “I like you. You are pretty. Prettier than I am.” Edua blushed, “Come on.” “And you so fair, are you a half-caste?” her brown eyes twinkled with curiousity. She chuckled and shook her head. “I am a full blown Nigerian.” “Interesting, you’ve got good skin.” Edua just smiled. It took a lot of money and time to get her skin to where it was at the present. She frequented spas and beauty shops like every other day. “I am ready when you are,” Chuka looked around, hoping to see her luggage. “Okay. My things are in the car.” Chuka glanced back at her in surprise, “You have a car?” “Yes…” “I am loving you right now,” she got down from the bed. She raised an eyebrow, wondering what the excitement was about. “My elder brother is selfish when it comes to his Hyundai.” Edua smiled, “Well, you know, men and their cars are like…” “Husband and wife,” Chuka completed the statement. “Exactly,” she chimed in. They both burst into laughter. Edua got down from the bed and strode out of the room with her new friend. They met the pastor and his wife in the sitting room. She thanked them and left the building with Chuka. “Is this your car?” Chuka touched the black Lexus jeep. “Yes.” “God of heaven and earth! This is a Lexus jeep,” her eyes widened, she glanced at her new friend, “My brothers will die and go to heaven when they see this vehicle.” Edua laughed and shook her head. “They will turn green with envy. Can I drive?” She shrugged, “If you want to.” “Yippee!” Chuka collected the car keys and raced to the driver’s seat. Edua climbed into the car and closed the door. “How come you don’t have a place to stay?” Chuka started the engine. She cleared her throat. She debated on her mind how much information she should reveal. “Well, em… my ex threw me out.” “Live in lover?” she drove out of the compound. “Not really, he paid for the place. I broke up with him and he kicked me out.” “Messy break up,” she drove along the not so busy street. “You can say that again.” “Don’t worry,” she glanced at her and returned her focus to the road, “God will open another door.” “Amen to that sister,” she leaned against the leather seat. “Hope he isn’t the one that bought the car for you.” Edua laughed, “Thank God, no.” Edua remembered when she bought the vehicle. It was during her service year while she pimped out corpers to money bags in the society. Chuka sighed with relief. She parked in front of a three-bedroom bungalow. “Welcome home.” “Thanks.” “Let’s meet my brothers first, then we can get your things inside.” “Okay,” she felt a bit anxious. She hoped they were as friendly as their sister. Chuka led her new friend into the house. There was no one in the sitting room. They found her brothers in the kitchen making breakfast. “Introducing, Edua Imasogie, our new flat mate.” The men waved at her and chorused, “Hi.” “Hi. Thank you for letting me stay,” she looked from one brother to the other. “You are welcome,” he approached her, “I am Chidi, the eldest,” he stretched out his right hand. “Nice to meet you,” she shook his hand. Their gazes locked. “And I am Chuks,” he came closer, but, her attention was fixed on his elder brother. Chuks glanced at Chuka. She winked at him. He turned back to Edua who was still shaking hands with his elder brother and cleared his throat, thrice. Chidi blinked and dropped her hand. “Come,” Chuka intervened and grabbed her friend’s hand, “Let’s check our room, then we can get your things. “Okay,” she followed her out of the kitchen. Chidi’s gaze followed them. Chuks noticed. “Bros…” “Shut up,” he returned to the pot on the gas cooker. Chuks began to laugh, “I haven’t said anything.” “And you don’t need to,” he eyed his younger brother. “Bros, ehn… ehn that girl, are we sure she isn’t Mammy water?” Chidi glared at him. “I am just saying…” Chuks explained. Chuka and Edua returned to the kitchen. “We need help. This babe’s load got K-leg.” Chuks began to laugh again. “Let’s go,” Chidi closed the lid of the pot and marched out. Edua sighed with relief and followed him. “If you see Mammy water ooooh, never ever run away, eeeh! Never ever run away…” Chuks began to sing an old song. Chuka punched him on the shoulder. “Ouch!” he eyed his elder sister. “Wetin dey do you?” “That girl is too fine to be human. She is too fair to be normal.” She pointed a warning finger at him, “Behave yourself,” she eyed him and strode out. Chuks followed her out of the building, whistling the song. Xxxxxx About an hour later, Edua and Chuka lay on the bed in their room, completely exhausted. “Why did you buy so much clothes?” she turned her head and stared at her new friend. Edua glanced back at her, “Honestly, I have no idea. I guess I love to shop.” “You need to donate some of your clothes.” She nodded in agreement, “I am contemplating that…” she looked away. She wouldn’t need half of her clothes now that she had decided to turn a new leaf and follow God hook, line and sinker. “I am not as tall as you are, neither am I as busty…” Edua smiled at her warmly, “I am sure you will find a lot of clothes that fit you perfectly.” Chuka grinned with delight, “I hope so. I have a feeling that we are going to enjoy living together.” “Me too,” she shared her enthusiasm. Both of them giggled. Chuka turned and lay on her tummy, “I think my elder brother is attracted to you.” Edua blinked, processing the information. The image of Chidi flashed through her mind’s eye. “Don’t tell me you didn’t notice the way he was staring at you.” Her friend shrugged. She didn’t want to be presumptuous. She was a very beautiful lady and many men had been attracted to her. “Chidi likes you. I can tell.” Edua rolled her eyes, “I don’t think so. He might just be admiring my looks,” she lay on her side. Chuka punched her on the shoulder. “Ouch!” her light brown eyes widened in surprise. “What was that for?” Chuka started to laugh. “You need to start acting like a lady,” she eyed her and rubbed the aching muscle. She laughed harder, “Sorry your majesty, I grew up with boys.” “You have no excuse young woman,” she hissed. “Then teach me how to be womanly, my lady,” Chuka imitated a Southern Londoner accent. Both girls burst out in laughter. They heard knocks on the door. The door opened slightly and Chuks popped his head in. “Babe, that car of yours is something else.” Edua sat up and looked at him, “Thanks.” Chuks came in, “Is your father wealthy, an oil magnet, business guru or what?” he stood by the foot of the bed. Chidi walked in and stood by the door way. Edua chuckled, “He was into the transportation business. He is late now.” “Oh! I am so sorry.” Chuka sat up quickly, “Don’t tell me that your mum is late too,” she placed a hand on her friend’s shoulder. Edua shook her head, “She is alive and kicking.” “Thank God,” she sighed with relief. “I am not a fan of sad stories; they make me teary.” “Sorry about your dad,” Chidi stared at her directly. “Thanks,” Edua stared right back at him. Chuks cleared his throat thrice. “Is the car your inheritance or…” “Chuks!” his siblings chorused in outrage. Edua smiled at him. She didn’t mind his inquisitive tendencies. “What?!” he eyed his elder brother and sister. “Well…” Edua cleared her throat, “I bought the car with my own money.” They all stared at her in amazement. She fidgeted under their gaze, “I am not proud of the way I made the money.” Chuks raised an eyebrow, “Drug trafficking?” She shook her head, “It was nothing illegal.” Chidi sighed with relief, “Chuka said a messy break-up got you stranded and homeless.” She looked up to meet his calm eyes. “Yes. True. I could have gone to my mum’s place, but…” she began to shake her head. Her mother’s place was the last place she wanted to be. “Let me guess, she is domineering and controlling,” Chuks supplied. Edua nodded and smiled. “All these rich people and their wahala,” Chuka hissed. “You can stay with us for as long as you want.” “Oh… thank you,” she smiled back at Chidi. “I am also into the transportation business,” he said confidently. “Wow…” Edua sized him up. “I know that you have just broken up with your boyfriend, but, if you don’t mind, I will like to take you out tonight for dinner,” his expectant gaze remained on her surprised face. Chuka and Chuks exchanged glances, then turned to face Edua. She was as shocked as they were. “Em… well…” she dropped her shy gaze, “I… I don’t mind.” “Good, I will see you later then,” Chidi sauntered out of the room. Edua let out a loud breath. Chuka was right after all. Her elder brother liked her. “If you see Mammy water oooo, never, ever run away, eeeh!” Chuks began to sing and walked out. “What are you going to wear?” excited Chuka held her friend’s hands. “I don’t know. Why don’t you pick out something for me to wear?” “Yippee!” she jumped down from the bed. Edua lay back on the bed. Several thoughts ran through her mind. Was it wise to begin another relationship with someone else? She had just re-dedicated her life to God. She had just started her life afresh. She closed her eyes. It was just dinner. She would zero her mind and have a good time. But, what if he asked her out? She opened her eyes. She liked him. What was she thinking? She doesn’t even know him. He knew nothing about her either. She had an undesirable past. What if he couldn’t handle it? She cleared her thoughts and tried not to think. She would take things slowly, a day at a time.

Will he be able to overlook ur past.

Nxt

Hmm it will be a task but am sure if it's meant to be it will

Splendid

Chidi will over-look your past because he love you already

Lady... I have this feeling you will go back to that mechanic guy. I take my reference from the title of the story

I don't think he will accept you if he learn about your past

EPISODE ELEVEN Edua and Chuka made a bowl of honey-coated popcorn and four glasses of drinks from a sachet of Foster Clark juice powder. They set it on a tray and carried it into the sitting room. Chidi and Chuks were already seated in front of the flat screen television, watching an action movie on Sony Max channel. “Has the movie started?” Chuka set the tray on the table in front of the settee and sat beside her younger brother. “Yes, about six-eight minutes ago,” Chuks responded. “Why didn’t you call us?” Edua settled beside Chidi. “Don’t worry, you didn’t miss anything,” Chidi winked at her. Edua reached out for a glass of drink and sipped the cool, sweet liquid. She felt the vibration of her phone against her thigh. She placed the glass on the table and dipped her hand into her jeans pocket. She pulled out the iPhone and picked the call without noticing the caller’s identity. “Hello…” “Beauty…” Her heart skipped a beat. It had been a while since anyone called her that name. “Beauty where have you been?” She recognized her mother’s voice, “My name is Edua Imasogie.” There was a long hiss. “I have been trying to reach you for the past two weeks. Why have you decided to ignore my messages?” Edua got up and went straight to the kitchen. “Mum, what can I do for you?” “I want to celebrate my fiftieth birthday on Saturday. I am expecting very important guests. I want you to be there.” “Happy birthday in advance.” “Thank you dear.” “Mum, I am not coming.” “What are you talking about?” “Mum, have fun at your party. My absence will not be noticed.” “Beauty for heaven’s sake must I go on my knees every time I need your assistance?” She leaned against the refrigerator, “My name is Edua.” “Beauty what’s with the change of name?” “My name has always been Edua.” “Fine, but, everyone in our business circle know you as Beauty.” She closed her eyes and breathed out loudly. “I am done with that life.” “What are you blabbing about?” “I have to go mum.” “Don’t you dare hang up on me!” She opened her eyes and groaned inwardly. “What’s wrong with you? Why do you like disrupting well laid out plans?” “I am no longer part of your plans mum. I am done.” “Beauty, okay, Edua. Look, my clients, em… our clients are going to be at the party. Your presence is actually the icing on the cake. Think of the kind of money we will make.” “You are not listening to me,” she was beginning to get upset. “I said I am no longer interested.” “Are you ill? Are you sick or something? When was the last time you were at the hospital for a checkup?” She looked towards the ceiling. “I am perfectly fine,” she said through gritted teeth. “I don’t think so!” The shrill pierced through her ear drum. She gave a shake of head, mentally ready for the verbal assault. “I think you are sick in the head. A screw or two must have loosened from your medulla oblongata. You have definitely lost your marbles!” Her eyes turned red. “I said I am done. Pronto, Finito, QED, simple!” “It is not that simple! You are messing with the wrong woman little girl. Do you know who I am in this town? Do you know the kind of money I control? Do you know the kind of people in I know?” Edua closed her eyes, suddenly feeling tired. It had been a while since she had argued with her mother. “Mum, listen to me…” “No! you listen to me. Come Saturday, I want you right here beside me receiving our guests and attending to their every need.” “I have re-dedicated my life to Jesus.” There was silence at the other end of the line, then laughter. “I am starting afresh with God.” “Wow! You are really, really sick in the head.” “I don’t… I don’t get involve sexually with married or single men anymore. That part of my life is over.” “What are you saying? How… how are you going to survive?” She sighed and shrugged. “You have never worked a day in your life. Why do you want to waste away like this?” “Goodnight mum.” “You are going to suffer. When your eyes are cleared, I will be right here waiting.” She cut the call and hit the back of her head on the refrigerator continuously. No one was going to force her into doing what she doesn’t want to do. The woman could fry and eat excreta for all she cared. Her phone began to vibrate again. She checked the phone screen and saw an unknown number. She sighed and picked the call. “Hello…” “Beauty darling.” “My name is Edua. Who is this please?” “Beauty, don’t tell me you have deleted my number from your contact list?” She recognized Alhaji Bature’s voice. She hissed and decided to cut the call. She was in no mood to speak with him. “I am at your place. I believe you must have come to your senses by now. Come and collect the key to the house.” “You can keep the house.” “Don’t be such a baby. Come, let’s make up and celebrate our reunion. I will take you shopping tomorrow morning.” “Alhaji, it’s being over between us for weeks. Nothing has changed.” “What’s wrong with you?” She heard the anger in his voice. “Alhaji goodnight.” “Beauty wait.” “My name is Edua.” “Since when? I know you as Beauty. We have come a long way. Why are you treating me like this?” “Everything that has a beginning has an end.” “But, not us.” “Especially us.” “No.” “Yes.” “Beauty…” “My name is Edua. That is the name my father gave me.” “Oh… okay, fine. Please, I have missed you so much. Come, let’s talk. We can iron things out.” “Goodbye.” “Beauty wait!” She hung up and sighed with relief. There was no going back for her. It was either God or nothing. Xxxxxx On his way back to his house, after a long stroll, Pastor Victory met Chidi. It was a cool evening, the moon was at its fullest and it illuminated the Estate with its bright light. “Good evening sir.” “Evening, how are you doing?” “Fine sir.” “How is business?” he stood at the side of the road. “It is picking up sir.” “Good, good. Have a goodnight.” “Em… sir, I was actually going to your place.” “Oh, okay.” “Em…” he scratched his bald head, “It is about Edua.” He raised an eyebrow, “Hope there is no problem.” “No problem sir.” He sighed with relief, “Good.” “Sir, I like her and I will like to marry her.” Pastor Victory broke into a smile. “I wanted to ask for your blessings before I propose to her.” “Do you know her well enough to commit to her for the rest of your life?” Chidi shrugged, “I like what I see and I accept what I know.” “My brother, you need to be ready to accept who a person is one hundred percent before committing to a lifetime relationship. This is why you must ask questions.” “Okay sir,” he wasn’t quite convinced. “What do you know about her past? What’s her goals? Does it fit into your own plans? Marriage is more than a pretty face and the desires you feel in your balls.” He started to laugh at the pastor’s analogy. “I am very serious,” he gave a straight face. Chidi smiled, “I know sir. Point taken.” “Have a goodnight.” “And you too sir.” They parted ways. Chidi smiled to himself. He knew enough about her to make his decisions. He knew that she was from a wealthy home, but, she didn’t have a good relationship with her mother. Presently, she had started job hunting with his younger sister. Living with her over the past few weeks had shown him the kind of person she was and he was ready to tie the knot with her. They had gone on a few dates and he was aware that she liked him too. What else was he looking for? Her twenty-fourth birthday was around the corner and they were planning to surprise her with a parlour party. He had also decided to take her to see his parents that weekend. He hoped that they would like her as much as he did. Once he had proposed, he would convince her to take him to see her mother. Any woman worth her salt would like to have him as her son-in-law. He might not be rich, but, he was comfortable. He managed his own business, he had a car and his rented home was conducive. He believed that everything was going to work out for their good. Xxxxxx During the weekend, Chidi convinced Edua to follow him to his parents’ place in Maryland. They arranged some foodstuff, fruits and provisions in the boot of his car and headed out. They arrived at Mr. and Mrs. Chukwuka’s place about thirteen minutes after twelve noon. They were very happy to see them. They complained that Chidi rarely frequent their place, unlike his younger siblings and he promised to change. Edua caught his parents stealing glances at her every five minutes. She was sure that they were curious about who she was. She remained quiet and smiled as they talked about different family issues. She believed that her boyfriend would introduce her when he was ready. “Who is you friend?” Mrs. Chukwuka smiled at her and returned her attention to her son. Chidi smiled back at her and glanced at Edua. He reached out for her hand and held it. His parents noticed the gesture. Their eyes lit up with joy. “She is Edua Imasogie, the lady I am planning to marry,” he informed them. His father nodded in approval, “She is very beautiful.” Edua blushed and dropped her gaze. “You are welcome my daughter,” Mrs. Chukwuka addressed her. She raised her head and met the woman’s happy stare. “Thank you ma.” A young girl in her early twenties came into the sitting room and informed them that the dinning was set. “Come, let’s go and eat. I asked the cook to prepare your favourite,” she patted her son on the back. “Mama thank you,” Chidi helped Edua to her feet. They both followed the elderly couple to the dinning. While they ate, Chidi’s father asked him if he had gone to his Edua’s people officially. Chidi explained that he was planning to do so the following weekend. While father and son discussed the best way to approach her mother and ask for her hand in marriage, a man in his mid-fifties came in. “Ah! I meet you all well,” the man joined them at the dinning. “Kalu, it is good that you are here, we were just discussing very important matters,” Mr. Chukwuka looked up at the man. “Chidi, you are here,” he glanced at the young man, then back at his elder brother. “Uncle good afternoon,” Chidi greeted his uncle and sipped at his drink. “He has finally found a flower and we are discussing the best method to approach her family.” Kalu picked an empty plate and served himself, “We thank God. We have been waiting for this day and it has come.” “Yes, we thank God,” Mr. Chukwuka repeated. Kalu directed his gaze at the fair looking girl beside his nephew. He was impressed. “Chidi, I am happy that you did not fall my hand.” “Haba uncle…” Everyone at the table began to laugh. “She is a very pretty girl,” Mrs. Chukwuka glanced at her son’s fiancée. Kalu began to eat and took another look at the girl. There was something about her. It seemed that he has seen her before, somewhere. Maybe on the cover of a magazine or on the television. He wasn’t sure. He ate his food and searched his memories. Then it came to him. He knew exactly where he had seen her. He began to cough. “Kalu eat in bits, you are always swallowing large lumps of food. Don’t choke in my house,” his elder brother berated him. He drained his glass of fruit juice and refilled it. He drained it and cleared his throat thrice. Mrs. Chukwuka laughed quietly and gave a shake of head. Her brother-in-law never ceased to amuse her. Edua stared at the man with concern. She hoped he was all right. Kalu looked straight at her and caught her staring at him. She dropped her gaze and went on eating. He glanced at his nephew and beckoned at him. He excused himself and got up. “I will be right back,” Chidi got up and followed his uncle out of the dining room. They went into the sitting room and sat down on the long three settee facing the television. “Is that the girl you want to marry?” Chidi nodded and looked back at his uncle. The man sighed heavily, “That girl is not your wife. You need to look elsewhere.” He eyed his uncle. What rubbish was the man spitting? “I attended the birthday of a friend some time ago. Your so called fiancée was the given to the celebrant as a birthday gift. When he was done with her, myself and other close friends had carnal knowledge of her too.” His eyes turned red. “Uncle, uncle, I respect you a lot.” “I know,” Kalu sensed the boy’s anger. “You are like a father to me.” “I know, I know.” “Please, please, Edua is not the girl you and your so called friends were with. She is not that kind of girl.” The man swallowed hard, “I know what I saw.” Chidi got to his feet. “Do me a favour. Ask her. I hope she will tell you the truth. Try and find out the truth before you make the biggest mistake of your life,” he advised the younger man. The boy hissed and marched out of the room. Kalu folded his arms against his chest. He was sure beyond all reasonable doubt that Edua was the girl at the party. He had a photographic memory and hardly forgot things. About an hour and half later, Chidi and Edua thanked the Chukwukas and took their leave. Their drive home was kind of quiet and Edua felt that something was wrong. She was sure that his parents liked her. She wondered what he was worried about. Maybe it had nothing to do with the visit. Was he thinking about her mother? She wasn’t an issue. Her opinion didn’t count when it came to her happiness. She made a mental note to assure him that her mother and her father’s family had little say in her life. None of them had the power to stand in the way of whatever she wanted. Chidi parked the car in the compound whilst his younger brother locked the gate and went into the house. He left the engine running and turned to her. She stared back at him, waiting for him to open up to her about what was bothering him since they left his parents’ place. “My parents are ready to meet your mother and your father’s family so that we can ask for your hand in marriage.” She nodded with understanding. “My uncle said some very nasty things and, I have not been able to erase it from my mind.” She narrowed her gaze. The man seemed to be happy the first time he saw her, but, he began to behave weird before he took his leave. “What exactly did he say?” Chidi met her curious stare. “I said something about a party he attended. He talked about a girl they slept with. The celebrant’s gift or something.” Blood drained from her face. Several thoughts and images ran past her fragile mind. She was reminded of the period her mother sold her out to Alhaji Musa and his pedophile friends. Tears blurred her vision. He noticed the change in her countenance. “Edua, baby, are you all right? I am so sorry about what my uncle was insinuating. I don’t know what’s wrong with all these old men.” Hot tears began to stream down her broken fair face. “Baby,” he reached out for her hands, “I am so sorry.” Edua began to weep. Her past had caught up with her when she was beginning to hope and live again. “I apologize on his behalf. I will not take such rubbish from anyone ever again. Please stop crying.” She raised her head and looked directly into his eyes. “It… it’s true.” He became still. “What is true?” She swallowed hard. “There was a time in my life when I had no control of things…” Her acknowledgment of what his uncle said made his heart to bleed. He killed the engine of the car and jumped out. “Chidi…” she climbed out of the car. “You slept with my uncle and his friends. And you… and you… and you sat there, with my parents,” he was screaming now, “Pretending!” She gaped at him, shocked. “Chidi. It wasn’t like that.” “How was it? Tell me? When were you going to tell me that you were nothing but a common prostitute?” Tears blurred her vision. She stood by the car, unable to move. Chidi marched into the house. The fact that his uncle and only God knew how many of his friends had slept with her, tore his heart to shreds. Edua slow-walked into the house, tears streaming down her face. Chuka walked up to her immediately, thinking that the love-birds had a quarrel. “Hey… you are crying. What happened?” Chuks came out of his brother’s bedroom and headed to the sitting room. “I said it. I knew it. I told you all, but, no one listened to me,” he stood in the middle of the room glaring at Edua. Chuka raised her head. What was her brother gloating over now? “I told you that she wasn’t normal. Her beauty is too much. She is too fair. I knew something was off about her,” he continued, still glowering at his sister’s friend. Chuka looked him up and down, she was beginning to feel irritated by his melodrama, “What are you talking about?” “Imagine, Chidi introduced her to papa and mama today. The poor guy was thinking of taking her to the altar, but, right there in Papa’s house, he found out that she had slept with Uncle Martins, Papa’s younger brother,” Chuks lamented. Shock beclouded her face. She stared at her brother open-mouthed, then threw a questioning glance at her new friend. “Chidi said Uncle Martins claimed that he isn’t the only one she has slept with.” “Tufiakwa!” Chuka jumped to her feet and frowned at Edua in disgust. She looked up at them. The same people she had lived with for the past five months had turned against her the moment they found out about an iota of her past. They didn’t even know the whole story. Was there anyone in the whole wide world who would be able to handle her past? Was it possible to find true love, even after living a life filled with lust, passion, ill-gotten wealth and sin? Was there hope for her at all? She bowed her head and began to cry. “I can’t believe this. Where is Chidi?” Chuka glanced at her younger brother. “He is in his room. He is feeling so devastated.” Chuka headed for her elder brother’s room and Chuks hurried after her. Edua pulled her weight up, found her way to the room she shared with her new friend, packed her things and dragged the suitcases out of the house. She managed to hurl it into her vehicle, got into the car and drove out of the compound. She drove straight to Pastor Victory’s home. She parked the car outside his gate, got down and began to knock at the iron metal. The Pastor’s wife opened the gate and let her into the compound. When she asked how she was faring, Edua began to cry again. The woman led her into the house and made her sit on one of the settees. Her husband joined them in the sitting room and asked Edua what was going on. She explained what had transpired between her, Chidi and his family. The pastor and his wife encouraged and prayed with her. They assured her that it didn’t matter the kind of past she had lived. There was a man out there who would accept her, hook, line and sinker. She felt a bit optimistic and prayed to God to help her to heal, get over her heartbreak and move on with her life.

God will help you

Oluwa_is_involved. don't worry Edua, u will meet ur romeo jare

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Am really crying for you, Edua.. Your mum destroyed your past and now it is hunting you. I pray that God heals your heart

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The Lord is your strength

iwas really xpetin dat n besides chidi dont evn love u...he tinks u r rich n wana extort ur money tru marriage....muv on wit life sister, mechanic guy z waiting 4 u

Sorry 4 dat babe

when the pastor advised chidi to ask question about her he bluntly refused. he claimed he like what he saw about her

hmmm what a story

Not every one is willing to embrace some people's past

CHAPTER TWELVE Pastor Victory Majekodunmi stood akimbo, staring angrily at Chidi and his siblings, who were seated on the single chairs placed in front of the large table. They could barely meet his gaze, their heads were bowed in guilt and shame. For the past three weeks, a rumour about Edua had been floating in the church, that the girl partied and slept with men older than her grandfather. When he and his wife investigated, they found out that Chidi and his siblings told a few of their close friends about what their Uncle said about Edua. Their close friends spoke to other people about it and the news began to spread and metamorphosed in different angles and length. The girl stopped coming to church as a result of the way people related with her. She had complained to him on several occasions that the church members were talking about her and many were giving her weird looks, to the extent that some people would get up from their seat when she comes to sit in the church. It was like people everyone was running away from her. Even after he had to address the whole congregation and warned them to stop gossiping about their fellow brethren, it had taken the grace of God for the girl to start attending the Sunday services again. She still refused to come for the weekly services because of the way some of the church members kept her at arms’ length. “I am highly disappointed at you all. Especially you Chidi,” he pointed at the young man. He could still remember the day he was trying to advise him to be cautious and get to know the girl well enough before making futuristic decisions. If he had listened to him, may be the present situation would have been avoided. Chidi raised his head and met the Pastor’s stern stare. He dropped his gaze immediately and swallowed hard. He believed he wasn’t at fault. How was he supposed to know that his friends share the details of what he had told them to others? “And you Chuka, I thought she was your friend,” he gave a shake of head, “I am grieved by the way you all handled the situation.” “We are sorry pastor,” they chorused. He sighed heavily and sat on the black leather chair. “It is okay. The damage has been done already.” Chidi and his siblings exchanged glances. They had no idea that Edua was going to be the hottest gossip topic in church. “We are sorry sir.” “It is okay. It is okay. You may go,” he hoped and prayed that they would learn from the result of things and make better decisions in the future. “Thank you sir.” They got to their feet in a hurry. The desire to leave the pastor’s office made them head for the door in a rush, and on their way out, Edua strode in. “Hi,” she greeted them, looking from one to the other. “Hi…” Chidi mumbled and hurried away without a backward glance. He didn’t expect to see her that afternoon. Since she moved out of his place, he hasn’t set his eyes on her. He preferred it that way, he was still hurting from the way things ended between them. Edua watched him and sighed heavily. She had no idea that they would run into each other that day. Since she started living in the pastor’s home, she barely saw Chidi and his siblings. “Hello…” Chuks said inaudibly and went after his elder brother. He had no desire to talk to her. If it wasn’t for their pastor, he would have walked past her without saying a word. He won’t allow anyone to force him to relate with her. Edua wanted to say something, but, the young man didn’t wait for her to respond to his greeting. She turned to look at her supposed friend. Chuka had a slight frown on her face. “Happy Sunday,” she said through gritted teeth and marched out of the pastor’s office. Edua felt pained. She really liked the girl. It had been a while since she enjoyed such friendship with a fellow lady. It was sad that she couldn’t handle a small fraction of her past. She breathed out loudly and shut the door behind her. She walked towards the desk and noticed that the pastor was looking at her. He had a sad look on his dark face. “Good afternoon sir,” she settled on one of the single chairs. “How are you doing Edua?” he watched her closely. He had seen the way Chidi and his younger ones reacted when they saw her. “I am fine,” she feigned a smile. He raised an eyebrow. “Give them time,” he clasped his hands together, eyes on her pale face. She returned his stare and realized that he was talking about Chuka and her brothers. She doubted if things would ever return back to norm. She had a feeling that her friendship with Chuka was over and done with. “I thought you went home with Madam,” he leaned against the chair, a smile on his face. She sighed with relief when he changed the subject. “I did,” she scratched a spot on her itchy scalp. “And here you are,” he kept on looking at her. He could discern that there were somethings on her mind. “I am moving out today sir,” she informed him. She had already packed her bags. His face lit in relief. He had been praying to God concerning her accommodation issue. “I got a place right here in this estate.” She saw someone moving out of a house during the week. She collected the house agent’s number and was able to meet with the man. He told her that she was very lucky, because if she had not called him that day, there would have been more than a dozen people begging to pay and move into the place by the end of the week. “Wonderful. This is good news,” he was genuinely happy for her. “It is one of those houses that has Boys quarters behind them.” The place she was moving into was behind a five-bedroom duplex. The pastor nodded with understanding. “The boys’ quarters were divided into two sections. A one- bedroom flat each.” “It is good,” he kept on nodding his head. “I have paid for the place and…” she dropped her gaze, opened her bag and brought out a big brown envelop. She placed it on the table and looked up at him. “What is this?” he picked up the envelop. “I sold my car. I used part of the money to pay for another one. A Toyota Corolla.” He opened the envelop and saw crisp naira notes in bundles. “The jeep is causing a lot of distractions and I feel, since I am starting over, I should move around in a smaller car. I have resumed job-hunting. I believe that God will answer my prayers.” “He definitely will,” he returned her excited gaze. He was impressed at the way she was handling things. “That’s part of the money I got for the jeep. I wanted to say thank you, you have been there for me, you and madam,” she smiled at him in appreciation. God had used the pastor to bring her out of the darkness she was engulfed in, into his marvelous light. He beamed and got up immediately. “Let me pray with you.” Edua went on her knees and closed her eyes. Xxxxxx She said a short prayer and rolled out of bed. She adjusted the hair net, slipped into her slippers and strode out of the room. She passed through the sitting room and went into the kitchen. She poured some water into the electric jug and plugged it. She moved over to the cupboard and brought out a flat plate, a medium size mug and a spoon. She placed them on the table and walked to the refrigerator. She brought out a tin of Milo, a small sachet of Golden Penny sugar and an opened tin of Three Crowns milk. She dropped them on the table and returned to the fridge to get a loaf of sliced bread and two eggs. She made a hot mug of creamy chocolate beverage and four slices of toast bread. She placed the mug and the plate on a tray, carried it and headed to the sitting room. She settled on the red and black two settee, placed the tray on her laps and switched on the LG 32’ flat screen television. She flipped through the channels, watched Aljazeera for a while, changed to one of the African Magic channels, ate her hot toast, scrolled through the list of channels, and settled on Sony Max. She dropped the DSTV remote on the chair, sipped from the mug and watched the movie while she ate her meal. The movie ended just as she was swallowing the last piece of toast. She drained the mug, got up and went straight to the kitchen. She dropped the mug and the plate in the sink and returned to her bedroom. She sat on the bed and picked up her phone. She had no desire to leave the house that day. She had spent most part of the week wandering about on the island, jumping from one firm to the other, dropping her curriculum vitae and writing on interview or the other. She deserved to rest. She wished it was Friday. She scrolled through her phone and discovered that she had an unread email. She tapped on the mail and waited for it to open. The mail was from a Law firm. It was one of the places she had dropped her C.V, written an interview and faced a panel of four stern looking people. She erased the memory from her mind. She read the mail quickly. She was sure that they were going to tell her that they would get back to her. Half-way though the short mail, she found out that she had just been employed in the Law firm as a Personal Assistant to one of the Senior Lawyers and was expected to resume the next day. She threw her phone on the bed and went on her knees, overwhelmed with joy. She thanked God for answering her prayers. She was completely paralyzed by his mercies, especially when doubt held her mind hostage. Finally, she would start working, for the very first time in her life since she graduated from the university. She would be able to take care of herself financially. She wouldn’t need to depend on any man, but, on God, her eternal source. She raised her head and reached out for her phone. She finished reading the mail and read it again. She dialed Pastor Victory’s number, but, his line was busy. She called his wife and she picked the call immediately. When they were done with exchanging pleasantries, she shared the good news about the job she had just gotten. The pastor’s wife congratulated her and declared that she would find favour in her new working place. Edua thanked her and ended the call. She got up and sat on the bed, amazed at how things were manifesting in her life. God was indeed awesome. Xxxxxx She parked her car in the driveway of Mega plaza, a three story building on Awolowo Way. She got down, walked into the building and found out that The Consolidated Partners Law firm took over most part of the top floor. There was a supermarket, several clothing stores, mobile phone shops and a bakery on the ground floor. She located the elevator, got in, and alighted on the third floor. A glass door led to the reception area of the firm. She spoke to the lady at the desk and was directed to the Human Resources department. She was made to wait for about twenty minutes before she was attended to. She didn’t mind the wait. She was too excited to care. The Human Resources Manager’s secretary who had gone into the man’s office a while ago, came out and beckoned at her. She got up immediately and walked up to the average height, plump, dark skinned lady. She was given her employment letter and directed to her boss’ office. The Secretary lectured her on the necessary things she needed to do, like, getting her Company Identity Card, which was handled by the I.T department, making sure her account numbers were passed to the Accounting office, and a host of other things. She thanked the lady and headed out. She traced her boss’ office to the second to the last door after the Human Resources departmental office. There was a name boldly printed on a white plastic plank hung on the brown door. ‘Barrister M.P Babs’. She knocked, opened the door and went in. There was an empty desk opposite a door labelled with the same name tag. She had a good feeling that the empty desk was her new office. She looked around the office space. There was a 40’ flat screen television to her right, facing a set of four chairs, definitely for visitors. There were huge grey coloured cabinets close the desk, a small table top refrigerator, a microwave, a toaster and an electric kettle was arranged close to a knee-length cupboard beside the desk. She approached the door, knocked, and went in when she heard a voice clearly saying, ‘Come in’. There was a dark chocolate skin woman seated behind a large glass desk. Braided hair held together at the center of her head in a bun with a brown hair-ruffle, the same colour with her jacket. She had a light make-up on her face and looked a little above forty years. “Good morning ma,” she approached the glass table, noticing the seating area beside the desk, facing a dining with six chairs. It looked like a smaller version of a conference room. Barrister Babs raised her head. Her curious dark eyes sized up the young tall fair looking pretty lady that stood in front of her glass table. “The Human Resources Manager sent me,” she passed the employment letter to the woman. She collected the letter and read quickly. “Okay then,” she looked back at her, “Aside from taking calls, you will attend to the people that need to see me, make and cancel my appointments when necessary, type, scan, photocopy and file all documents accordingly,” the woman went on talking for the next seventeen minutes or more. Edua tried as much as possible to make a mental note everything she was saying. She had heard from several people that working for a female boss could be stressful. She hoped to have a cordial and good working relationship with her boss. She said a prayer within and concentrated on what the woman was telling her. Xxxxxx Six on the dot, Barrister Babs came out of her office and bid her a good night. Her driver helped her to carry her bag and a carton filled with files and several other documents. Edua sighed with relief and began to prepare to also close for the day. Her first day at work had been quite challenging, but, she was happy that she scaled through without hitches. She cleared her desk and shut down the laptop. She got up, went into her boss’ office, made sure every electrical appliance was switched off, came out and locked the door. She picked up her hand bag and her car keys and strode out. She hoped that she wouldn’t encounter traffic on her way home. She imagined taking a warm bath, then settling in front of the television, watching her favourite programs and eating either indomie and eggs with fried plantain, or white rice and chicken stew, with fried plantain of course. She waved at the front desk officer at the reception and made her way out of the building. The car park was almost empty when she got there, but, there was a vehicle parked in front of her Toyota Corolla, making it impossible for her to drive out. She groaned inwardly and leaned against her blue car, hoping that the owner of the vehicle would come out soon. She watched as people drove in and out. She shifted her hand bag to the other shoulder and sighed heavily. A tall dark man in his late twenties, arrayed in a black suit, white shirt, black trousers, black belt and a pair of white socks in shiny black shoes, marching past her, followed by a lady in a red and blue skirt suit and a simply dressed man, in a short sleeve shirt and a pair of brown trousers. She recognized the man. He was the one two female staff members were gossiping about, while she had lunch that day in the cafeteria. They said he was the younger brother of the CEO of the law firm. He was single and many ladies were ready to grace his bed because of the fame and social class of his family. Early in the year, he stopped employing female personal assistants because every one of them wanted to date and marry him. many went as far as seducing him and on one occasion, he was drugged, raped and held responsible for the pregnancy he knew nothing about. The lady in question terminated the pregnancy before a DNA test was conducted by the family. Edua was amazed at the kind of things people do to achieve their selfish and greedy goals and lust. Thoughts of her mother drifted to her mind. An angry frown appeared on her face. The woman had done far worse than the lady in question. She shut down her line of thoughts immediately. She didn’t want to think about her mother. The owner of the vehicle in front of her car approached her. He apologized profusely, explaining that he had to do some last minute shopping before heading home. When the man drove off, she got into her car and started the engine. By the time she arrived at the major road, traffic had already built up. She checked the level of the fuel in her tank and sighed with relief. She had enough to manipulate through the remaining days of the week before the forthcoming weekend. She thought of listening to music while the vehicles in front of her moved at snail-speed. The ringtone of one of her phones got her attention. She held the steering wheel with one hand and fished for her phones in the handbag on the passenger seat. “Hello…” “Beauty why are you been so selfish?” She recognized her mother’s distinct voice. She sighed heavily and paid close attention to the road. “We have a lot of clients on our neck. I am ready to pay you whatever you demand. Just come over, let’s discuss business.” She hissed with irritation, “My name is Edua.” “Fine! Edua. Please, please come to my place today. Right now. We have a lot of businesses at stake because of your tantrums and sudden strike.” “I don’t do those kind of businesses anymore. I have a better job now.” She heard her mother laughing. It made her angry. “Look, my dear, no other job can sustain you like the business we do.” “Nothing but God can sustain me,” she corrected the woman quickly. “Fine, whatever you say. Just come over, let’s talk.” She shook her head in disagreement, “Mum, I am driving. I am not coming to your place. Have a goodnight.” “Beauty! Edua or whatever you want to call yourself. Don’t you dare hang up on me!” The woman’s shriek pierced through her ears. She cut the call and dropped the phone in her hand bag. The phone started to ring again, but, she ignored the call. The sooner her mother come to terms with her new lifestyle, the better for everybody.

Your mother is your problem

Continuee

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The problem now is your mother...... But God will see u through.

Good

ride on

ride on

thank God for your new life edua.

Its going to be hard,bt der is God

CHAPTER THIRTEEN Barrister Babs and Edua walked down the long hallway. While her boss dictated, she quickly scribbled on her notepad. Two doors away from their office, they ran into the CEO’s younger brother, Barrister Kolawole. “Greetings madam,” he bowed comically. Barrister Babs chuckled and slapped him on the shoulder, in a playful manner. She had grown fond of him since she started working in the firm. He reminded her of her younger brother who lived with his family in the United Kingdom. “Is this your new Personal Assistant,” his dark gaze sized Edua up, then returned to her boss. “Yes, isn’t she easy on the eyes?” her wide smile made her eyes to twinkle in delight. She had requested for a new P.A since her former Personal Assistant got married and relocated to Port Harcourt early that year. “Yes, yes. Pretty boss, pretty P.A, aren’t you lucky,” he winked at her. “How is the Eleganza’s property case?” Barrister Kolawole sighed heavily and shook his head. It was a case that was proving to be quite difficult due to the set of people involved. “Don’t worry,” she patted him on the back, “The CEO is a damn good lawyer. He will shred the opposition to pieces in court.” “I pray so. They have a pretty good case against the chief.” “Notwithstanding, we have faced bigger sharks.” “True, true,” he nodded in agreement and glanced at Edua briefly, then back at her boss. “Wishing you success with the case.” “Thank you ma’am,” he bowed again and sauntered away with long strides. Barrister Babs watched him go, then shook her head, lost in thought. It had been a while since she spoke with her younger brother. She made a mental note to call him once she closed for the day. She turned to her personal assistant and pointed a warning finger. “I need this before I leave for the Island.” “Yes ma,” she looked at the notepad, then back at her boss. “No mistakes, I don’t have time to go over it,” she stared at her sternly. “Yes, ma, no mistakes.” “You have ten minutes to get it ready,” she marched into the office. Edua followed her in a hurry and dashed to her desk. The sooner her boss left for the island, the better for her. She was famished and had only taken a cup of beverage and biscuit that morning. It was two in the afternoon and her intestine was tied up in knots. She pressed the start button on the laptop, scrolled to the recent documents tab, clicked on ‘Boss Lady’s letters’, and tapped her fingers on the table while she waited for it open. Forty-five minutes later, she carried her boss’ hand bag and followed her to the car park. The moment the driver swerved into the main road, Edua crossed the road and went into the restaurant opposite the Mega Plaza. Aside several other people in the building from different parts of the city, she recognized a good number of Consolidated Partners Law Firm staff members. She joined the queue at the rice and stew stand and waited patiently for her turn. “So, we meet again.” The male voice interrupted her disjointed thoughts. Was someone talking to her? She glanced back immediately and saw the CEO’s younger brother, Barrister Kolawole, standing right behind her. “Good afternoon sir,” she said quickly and turned around. She didn’t know that the Senior staff also frequent that particular restaurant. Her boss always ordered for food from exotic restaurants in the area and at times, she drove out with friends for lunch. There were times she heard them discussing the various Chinese restaurant they had visited. “Is Babs in her office?” She shook her head and took a quick look at him. “Has she gone for the day?” his dark gaze lingered on her pretty smooth and fair face. Edua blinked and thought for a while. The woman said nothing about not coming back to the office. “I am not sure sir.” “Okay.” She folded her arms across her chest and noticed that there were only two more people in front of her. it was almost her turn. She sighed with relief. She thought of what she was going to have for lunch. Rice and plantain, with or without spaghetti and salad. Chicken, goat meat or cow meat? She pondered. Suddenly, she sensed that she was being watched. She didn’t need to turn. She was sure that the CEO’s younger brother was staring at her. Was he checking her out? She killed the quiet laughter bubbling past her throat. Even though she had lost a little weight since she changed her lifestyle, her round and firm backside was still the same size, drawing the kind of attention she didn’t want to attract. No matter what she wore, it seemed to take shape, turning heads everywhere she goes. Worse of all was her bosom. Every time she put on a shirt, she always had to close all the buttons because her cleavage becomes visible. In her past life, she wouldn’t have minded, but, definitely not now that she was trying to turn a new leaf and live decently. Edua bought her food, paid and went in search of a table that wasn’t crowded. She found one close to the entrance. There was two lady seated, sipping their drinks and nibbling at a piece of meat-pie each. She greeted them and pulled out a seat. She signaled to one of the sales girls standing beside a refrigerator. The girl hurried to her side and took her order. She returned with a bottle of 50cl Coca Cola soft drink. She paid for the drink and started to eat. Barrister Kolawole placed his plate on the table and sat opposite her. She looked at him and continued to eat, wondering why he came to sit with her. They ate in silence for a while, until the two ladies sitting beside them got up after they had finished their meal. “Edua Imasogie, right?” She lifted her light brown eyes to look at him, then nodded. “Your boss is a very intelligent woman. You can learn a lot from her,” he sipped at his drink. She smiled and continued to eat. “It doesn’t matter if you didn’t study law in school. You can pick up a thing or two that will benefit you in future,” he said, as if reading her mind. She swallowed the food in her mouth and didn’t bother to meet his stare. “Where were you working before you joined the law firm?” She pushed the empty plate away. She pondered on the best way to answer his question. “I have been on my own since I graduated from the university.” He raised an eyebrow. “What kind of business?” She finished her drink and cleared her throat. If he wasn’t the brother of the CEO of the law firm, she would have ignored him. “Well… I was into em… trade,” she met his curious gaze. “Trade? What were you trading?” She turned away and fidgeted on the plastic chair. “I… I em… let’s say I was being paid for making a lot of people happy.” He started to laugh. He had no idea what she was talking about. “I had a few disagreements with my business partners, I also wanted a change and here I am, working at Consolidated Partners Law Firm,” she feigned a smile. “Interesting,” he finished his drink and smiled at her. She cleared her throat again, “I need to get back to the office.” “Is your boss back?” She shook her head, “I don’t think so.” He leaned forward, “Then stay here with me, for a while,” his dark eyes bored into hers. She stared back at him, then noticed envious gazes from some of the female staff members sitting not too far away from them. It dawned on her that she was with one of the eligible bachelors in the firm. Someone many were dying to be with. “Permit me to be more direct, are you in a relationship?” She folded her arms across her chest and looked him up and down. “Do you have a boyfriend or are you by chance, engaged?” his firm and serious eyes regarded her. “I am sorry, but, this is rather a personal question.” He smiled, “I know. Your response determines whether I get up and leave, or stay.” “I am not in a relationship at the moment.” “Fantastic,” his smile broadened. She raised an eyebrow. “And I am taking my time at the moment.” He chuckled, “Splendid.” She blinked, not sure what was on his mind. “Then, you won’t mind joining me for dinner, tomorrow evening, after work.” “Dinner?” “Yes, dinner. I believe that by getting to know each other, we can form an alliance,” his dark eyes began to twinkle in excitement. “Alliance?” now, she was lost. “Yes, an alliance that I hope will lead into a very bright future,” he reached out for her hand across the table and kissed it softly. His action sent a tremor down her spine. She snatched back her hand and looked around. A few of the staff members were looking their way. She turned back to see him smiling as if he had won the lottery. “Shall we?” he got to his feet. She got to her feet and marched out of the restaurant. He fell into steps with her. They crossed the road and walked into the plaza. She quickened her steps, got into the empty elevator and pressed the second floor button. The doors closed before he got to her and she sighed in relief. She tried to think about what had just happened, but, her mind was muddled up. One thing was clear, Barrister Kolawole was interested in her. He was physically attractive and almost every female staff member in the law firm wanted him, but, she doubted if she was in the best frame of mind to go into another relationship. She was still hurting from Chidi’s rejection and she wasn’t even sure if the CEO’s brother would be able to handle her past. Was there any man on planet earth who would take her for who she was, past, present and future? She closed her eyes and rested against the steel wall. The elevator stopped and the doors opened. Edua opened her eyes and walked out. On her way to her office, she saw Barrister Kolawole standing right at the door. She groaned inwardly. How did he get there before her? Her plan to avoid him had failed. “I took the stairs,” he grinned at her and followed her into the office. “Sir, I don’t think that I can have dinner with you tomo…” Barrister Kolawole swept her in his arms before she could complete the sentence. His full lips consumed hers passionately. She froze for the next ten seconds, totally taken aback by his show of affection. Unable to stop herself, she responded. There was no need to pretend, she liked him too. She might as well dine with him the next day. Maybe if they took things slow, a day at a time, everything might work out for them. She wrapped her arms around his neck as the kiss deepened.

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oya please next @senatordaniel I will sue you if you don't constantly upgrade this thread.

I done hear u @ryder

Tnxs senator even coolval hs nt updated d stori so diz hw i use 2 miss out on sm stori

Uhm nxt

Uhmm Edua Bcareful N take Ur Time B4 Entring Into Anoda Relationship Study Him Very Well B4 Commiting 2 Him

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Can he be able to handle your past?

I don't like this Kolawole guy

THANKS for the i.v....next

Seated

Nice step Edua. Just try God and see. I hope u will be consistence

CHAPTER FOURTEEN “Edua!” The tall curvy fair skinned attractive lady in a fitted short- sleeve, knee-length buttoned-down, red and pink striped gown, turned around and saw the pastor standing three cars away from hers. “Good afternoon sir,” she smiled broadly and walked over to his side. There were two other ladies standing beside him. She recognized them, they were both members of the choir. She waved at them and turned to the pastor. “Edua, it’s being a long while,” Pastor Victory smiled back at her. She started to laugh. She knew exactly what he was referring to. She hasn’t been coming to church regularly since she started working. “How are you coping with your new job?” he folded his arms across his chest. She nodded and held unto her pink hand-bag. “We thank God sir.” “Why haven’t you been coming to church?” The ladies grinned and started to walk away. Edua tucked back a stray strand of gold and wine coloured hair back into the pink hair-ruffle behind her neck. “Sir, you know I work on the mainland. I get home on or before eight every day. The weekly service ends at seven- thirty. It’s hard to come home that early, especially with the crazy traffic on third mainland bridge.” He sighed heavily, watching her closely. “But, what about the Sunday services? Do you work on Sundays?” She shook her head instantly, “No, sir. Thank God no.” “Why haven’t we been seeing you?” She averted his concerned gaze. “Sir, sometimes, I get so tired…” He started to shake his head, “Edua Imasogie.” She chuckled, “Sir,” she tried not to look at him. “I know it’s quite difficult adjusting to your new schedule, but, you should at least try.” She nodded quickly. “Yes, sir. I will sir.” “Even if you can’t attend the weekly services regularly, try and come on Sundays. The church is just about two streets or so away from your house.” She nodded again and met his caring stare. “Okay sir. I will try harder.” “Your spiritual growth is my biggest concern,” he gave her a knowing look. “Yes sir. Thank you sir.” “Okay then. Going home?” “Yes, sir,” she sighed with relief. She dreaded being scolded by her pastor. He was like a father figure in her life. “You look good,” he looked her up and down. She blushed. “Thank you sir,” she spun round and hurried to her car. She unlocked the door and got in. About three other ladies hanging around the car park rushed towards the vehicle and asked for a ride. She agreed to drop them at the estate gate and unlocked the car doors. They all thanked her and climbed in. Seventeen minutes later, Edua parked her blue Toyota Corolla in the large compound and walked to the back of the house. She halted in shock when she found Barrister Kolawole standing by her front door, clad in a long-sleeve white tee-shirt and a pair of blue jeans with marching white sneakers. “Where have you been?” he looked her up and down. She recovered and walked to the door. “Church. Why didn’t you call?” She unlocked the door and pushed it open. “Why should I call before checking up on my girl-friend?” he eyed her and followed her into the one-bedroom flat. “You should have called. I would have come home immediately the church service ended,” she pulled off her pink high-heeled sandals and strode into the bedroom. She dropped the shoes beside a stack of others, threw the bag on the bed and returned to the sitting-room. “You look delicious,” he beckoned at her. He was seated on the two-settee, making eyes at her. She blushed and sauntered towards him. He made her sit on his laps and claimed her lips immediately. She kissed him back passionately. It’s being three weeks since they started going out and things had been running smoothly. No hiccups. Kolawole had showered her with both monetary and expensive gifts since their first outing. He made her to understand that regardless of the fact that she was working, he wanted to take care of her every need. The kiss deepened and when she felt his hand slipping beneath her dress, caressing her thighs, she became alarmed. Since they have been dating, they had never gone beyond occasional kissing. She liked it that way. Even when she was dating Chidi, they didn’t go beyond kissing. She had slept with countless numbers of men in her past life, and since she gave her life totally to Jesus, she had not slept with any man. She wanted it to remain that way until her wedding night. She remembered that Pastor Victory emphasized that sex before marriage was part of God’s list of ‘Don’ts’ for every Christian single. Now that she was completely sold out to God, constant obedience to his words and instructions was her aim and daily goal. She didn’t want to compromise in any way, no matter how much she liked the person she was going out with. She felt a finger or two sliding into her underwear. The unforgettable sensations that flooded her, made her jump to her feet and step away. He held her by the elbow and tried to pull her back to his laps, but, she broke free from his grip and marched into the kitchen. “I am famished, I made chicken stew last night. What do you prefer, white rice or boiled or fried yam?” she brought out the frozen chicken stew from the refrigerator. Kolawole followed her into the kitchen and stood by the doorway, ogling at her. Since they had been going out, he had been looking for a way to show her how much he really liked her, and he had been dying to cross over from their ‘just kissing’ limitation to a deeper intimate experience. His girlfriend had the face of a fairy queen and the body of a Roman goddess. Night after night, he had fantasized how he would rip her apart and chew every single ounce of flesh on her body. It’s being three weeks. It was high time they solemnize their relationship. He didn’t understand why she was playing hard to get. A dozen ladies would have jumped at the opportunity of being with him and they would surely allow him to do whatever he liked to them, but, his new girlfriend was different. Aside her beauty and mouth-watering physique, that was what attracted him to her in the first place. She was one of the first few ladies who didn’t parade around him in desperation. “Yam or rice?” She looked up at him, holding a tuber of yam in one hand and a bowl of rice in the other. “All I want at this very moment is you,” he walked up to her and kissed her again. She groaned inwardly and backed away. “Stop now. I am hungry,” she walked to the sink, placed the bowl of rice on the table and dropped the tuber of yam on a pile of about four five yams. “I am hungry too,” he joined her at the sink and wrapped his arms around her. She stilled her emotions when she felt his hardened sexual organ rubbing against her buttocks. “I want you,” he whispered in her ear and licked her earlobe. She swallowed hard and pondered on the best way to tell him ‘no’. “I want to eat you all up, I know you want me too,” he held her by the waist, then walked his hands to her chest and squeezed hard. “Kola please stop,” she pushed his hands away. She needed to make him stop. She liked him a lot and it would be easy to give in to his sexual pressure. “I know you want me,” he loosened his belt and unzipped his trouser. The moment he tried to lift her dress, she turned around and faced him squarely. “What is the meaning of this now?” she eyed him and noticed that he was Unclad waist down. Irritation flooded her. “Are we doing anything wrong?” he grinned at her, hoping that he would be able to break down her wall of defense. “Yes,” she hissed and stepped away. “This, this is not what I want. Not right now, anyway,” she marched out of the kitchen. His brows came together in a frown. He pulled up his trouser and followed her. “What are you saying?” He found her seated close to the television. She eyed him again, “We need to take it slow.” He came to sit beside her. “Why? What are we waiting for?” It began to dawn on him that he wasn’t going to get what he wanted that day. She sighed heavily and looked at him sternly. “For starters, we are barely four weeks in this relationship. We are still getting to know each other…” He smiled and took her by the hand. “It doesn’t matter. You know how much I like you. I know you like me too, a whole lot.” She nodded and swallowed hard. Her throat felt suddenly dry. “We can kiss once in a while, but, I will really prefer if we abstain from sleeping together…” His smile turned to a frown, “Why? Making love is a sign of our true affections and it will… it will definitely bond us,” he tried to convince her. he had no idea that she harboured such ideas. He could swear on his grandfather’s grave that she wasn’t a virgin. What was she waiting for? She placed a hand on her forehead and just stared at him. She knew he was a Christian and had thought that he also followed the same biblical rules, but, it dawned on her that they had different perspective to the same issue. “Come on love. Let’s get down and smoothen this beautiful relationship. This is also part of getting to know each other,” he leaned forward and tried to kiss her. She turned her head away and hissed. “You are not listening to me.” He looked at her for a while. Her unyielding stance made him feel a bit angry. What she was asking for was impossible. Was it possible to date someone without sleeping with the person? “Lady, assuming we were in the stone age, I might have agreed with you, but, for Christ’s sake, this is the 21st century.” She glanced back at him. His dark face was expressionless, but, still cute. “What are you really saying? No sex or sex once in a while?” his serious stare observed her pale face. “We both know that sex before marriage is a no-no in God’s dictionary,” she looked back at him. “I see,” he got up abruptly and zipped his trouser. “I know that it is going to be hard, but, we can do it. God will help us,” she tried to encourage him. “My dear, I don’t agree with you.” She folded her arms across her chest. It didn’t matter if he saw reasons with her or not. Her mind was made up. There was no going back for her. “I know you are not a virgin. What’s all this rules and regulations for?” his harsh gaze remained on her face. His statement felt like a slap on her face. He had no idea what he was talking about. Her virginity was stolen from her. Sold off to men older than her father. “I thought we could spend time together and have fun, but, obviously, you are not interested,” he backed away. She sighed heavily and shook her head. “Look, if you really like me, if you really want to get to know me, if you really want a relationship with me, this are the terms.” He eyed her again. “You are not thinking straight.” “I am as clear headed as the sun at dawn,” she crossed her legs, picked up the remote and switched on the television. “Suit yourself,” he hissed and headed for the front door. When she heard the loud bang of the door after he left, she threw the remote on the table, and placed her head in her palms.

@ryder help me with the I.v

nxt

Let him go jare

Abeg stand ur ground jare... no fall for the temptation. ride on

I don't really like that guy from the beginning

I like ur courage just keep ur stand Nice come back

Stand by ur words @edua

Like the mechanic boldly told u, he is going to be ur man so rest. But be assured dat office will be hard for u

you beta tell him ur past now in case

b strong

Put GOD first my dear, no amount of temptation can stop u from serving GOD.

Who said you cannot date without s£x? Thank God you were able to resist him, am sure he would have dumped you after taking what he wanted...

nice ride on jor

Am yearning 4 an update Who supports mhi?

Where is the mechanic?

Hmmm...I didn't expect dis 4rm u Edua.

CHAPTER FIFTEEN Barrister Babs came out of her office, followed by a friend and her driver who was carrying her green hand bag and a box filled up with filed documents. She threw a glance at her personal assistant and halted half-way across the room. “Edua…” She lifted her tired light brown eyes to meet her boss’ dark ones. “Yes, ma.” “I need you to be here on or before seven tomorrow morning. There is going to be a general meeting at twelve noon, but, the senior staff members are meeting in the morning. There are some things I need you to do before the meeting starts.” She nodded, absorbing the instruction and brooding on how she was going to make it to work the next day before seven. “Good night,” she joined her friend who was already standing by the opened doorway. “Good night ma.” Barrister Babs’ driver hurried after her and shut the door. “Oh lord…” she sighed heavily and leaned against the leather chair. Every bone in her body ached terribly. She remembered how she used to frequent the spa every weekend. She would give anything to get a good massage that evening, but she had no funds for such luxury. She just been paid her first salary and she had a thousand things to do with the money. Thoughts of Kolawole clouded her mind. It’s being a while since they had spoken. Since the incident that Sunday afternoon, he didn’t bother to call her, not even a text. The few times she had seen him that week in the office, he ignored her and she made no attempt to reach out to him. She hoped that in time, he would reason with her and agree to her terms. She scratched a spot on her itchy scalp and thought of creating time to go to the saloon to make her hair. She contemplated re-fixing the 16-inch gold and wine weave- on. If she re-touched her hair, she would be able to make the ‘all-back’ style. She always looked sensational in that particular style. A happy smile spread over her lips. Gone were the days she used to spend close to half a million to purchase any type of weave-on she desired, be it Brazilian, Peruvian, Human or Synthetic hair. Spending that kind of money on her hair in her present condition, was like inviting starvation and lack to dine with her. The door to the office swung open. She sat up straight, as the person walked in. It turned out to be Barrister Kolawole. She blinked several times in surprise. He walked over to her desk, pulled out one of the leather seats at the table, and sat down. She stared back at him, observing his calm expression. “Amongst all the women I have dated over the years, you are the only one who has come up with an impossible rule about sex,” his eyes scanned her slightly made-up face, and ran down her slender neck adorned with a gold chain, till it settled on her full chest. He liked the way the cream tube blouse blended with her coffee brown jacket. She found it hard to believe that she was the only one that had refused to sleep with him. Nevertheless, she was pleased that he was talking to her again. His silence in the past few days had made her to assume the worst. There were moments when she thought and feared that he might break up with her eventually. “I do not totally agree with your decision, but, I believe that we can work through it,” his gaze returned to her face, her lips spread in a half-smile. She sighed in relief. “We will definitely work through it,” she sounded sure. She was happy that he was willing to work things out. He eyed her, noticing her enthusiasm. He still liked the girl. She was different from the women he had been with in the past and he was willing to give the relationship a chance to grow. He reasoned that he might be able to convince her in the near future and lure her into making changes to her impossible rule. If he was willing to compromise in that aspect, she must also be willing to do the same. “Call me when you are done for the day. Let’s grab a bite somewhere nice.” “Okay,” she smiled at him. “Later then,” he smiled back at her and got to his feet. “Okay,” she watched him leave, then sighed heavily. She felt at peace. Everything was going to work out for her good. He stood by the door and turned around to look at her. “I have missed you.” “I have missed you too,” she felt a lump in her throat. “Come here,” he beckoned at her. She pushed her chair backwards, got up and walked up to him. “Let’s don’t fight ever again,” he drew her into his arms. “I concur,” she closed her eyes and basked in the warmth of his arms. Xxxxxx Kolawole drove into his father’s compound, parked the car behind six other exotic cars and climbed out. He walked briskly towards the blue and white painted seven-bedroom mansion, clad in a pair of white shorts and short-sleeve red and brown Hacket tee-shirt. The housekeeper let him into the building and asked if she should make him something to eat. He declined and informed her that he wasn’t staying for more than a few minutes. He found his parents in the sitting room, reclining on a large cushion in front of the curved 80inch television. “Hello stranger,” Alice beamed when she saw her youngest son walking in. Her husband followed her gaze and smiled when he saw his favourite son. “The Barrister, it’s being a while.” Kolawole prostrated before his parents and got up immediately. “I just thought I should check up on both of you.” The couple exchanged glances and laughed quietly. “What brings you here? It’s Saturday noon. Don’t you have some party or event to attend?” Gbenga eyed his son. He had a feeling that the visit wasn’t a casual one. “If I don’t visit, you complain. Now that I am here, you are still complaining,” he settled on the settee adjacent to theirs. His mother laughed out loud. “Your father and I know that your weekends are like your Sabbath days.” “The untouchable days,” Gbenga added and began to laugh too. He looked from one to the other and eyed them. It wasn’t comforting that they knew him quite well. At twenty-eight, they still treated him like a child, mainly because he was their youngest child, their second son. It was one of the reasons he seldom came to see them. The other reason was because his elder brother and sister were both happily married with beautiful and handsome children, whilst he was still single. His parents were in the habit of nagging him about his bachelor status. He didn’t want to be forced or cajoled into getting married. He wanted it to happen on his own terms. “Seriously, what brings you here?” Gbenga cleared his throat and made eye contact with the young man. The thought of Edua clouded his mind. He smiled and glanced back at his father. “I have found the girl I want to spend the rest of my life with.” Alice held her breath, completely shocked and pleased at the same time. God had finally answered her prayers. “Beautiful, who is she?” Gbenga left his wife’s side and moved to the edge of cushion. “Edua Imasogie,” he leaned against the seat and crossed his legs. It was obvious that he had their attention. “Edua Imasogie?” Alice pondered on the name, sifting through the mental list of all the wealthy families she knew in the country. “Imasogie? I know one Imasogie. He is late now. I don’t know what happened to his wife and only daughter.” Alice moved closer to her husband. “Is it the Abuja business mogul? That Imasogie that passed away two decades or so ago?” He met her anxious gaze. “Yes. But, I don’t know if this Edua is actually his daughter.” “My Edua’s father passed away a long time ago,” he informed them. He was happy that it might be possible that they knew his heartthrobs late father. They turned to look at him immediately, the excitement on their faces was contagious. “The late Imasogie was an expert in business, very diligent, wealthy and friendly. He was also a crazy giver. It doesn’t matter if he knew you or not,” Gbenga spoke quickly as memories flooded his mind. Alice nodded in agreement. “Why don’t you bring her to see us this evening? Let’s talk over dinner. I met Imasogie’s wife once, very pretty woman. It is a good thing that our families are coming together again.” Kolawole began to shake his head. “Tonight is not a good idea.” Gbenga frowned, “Why not? Do you want to start procrastinating? Bring her home for dinner.” He groaned and scratched a spot on his scalp. “I have not even proposed.” His parents began to laugh again. He folded his arms across his chest, wondering what was so funny. “Waste no time son. Go and buy a ring, propose and bring her home tonight,” his father ordered. “Up, up… no time to waste. It is past two already. I will tell the cook to prepare for our August guest,” his mother jumped to her feet, despite her age, she dashed out of the room with the gait of a youth. “Go on, what are you waiting for?” Kolawole groaned again and got to his feet. He already had the proposal planned out in his mind. Now his parents were going to ruin everything. Why did he even bother to tell them in the first place? “Later dad,” he drew out his phone from his pocket and dialed the number of his most effective goldsmith and hurried out of the room. Xxxxxx Edua sat on a stool at the back of her flat, bent over a big basin of clothes soaked in detergent and water. She hummed one of her favourite songs as she washed the clothes. She sensed that she wasn’t alone then raised her head. She sighted her neigbour, the lady who had just moved into the flat next to hers, standing by the clothing lines, hanging her washed, wet clothes. She cursed under her breath, hoping that the remaining space would be enough for her own clothes. Gone were the days she had the compound to herself. Now she had to share everything with a total stranger. Once, she tried to play the friendly card, but, the lady who looked like she was in her late thirties fenced her off. “So, this is where you have been hiding?” She glanced back and saw her boyfriend walking towards her, clad in a pair of white shorts and a short-sleeve red and brown shirt. Relief flooded her. She had given up hope that she would be seeing him that day. He was supposed to have been at her place since morning, but, every attempt she made to call or text him met a dead end. He didn’t pick her calls nor return her text messages. She assumed that he might have been called at the office or had an emergency to attend to. “Hi…” He pulled her to her feet and swept her into his arms. “Why are you slaving away like this?” She chuckled. “I don’t have a choice.” “You need to buy a washing machine pronto. I can get it for you by Monday evening. Call my dry cleaner now and ask him to come pick your clothes. I will foot the bill.” “Yes, sir. My knight in shining armour,” she grinned sheepishly. “And you are my damsel in distress,” he leaned forward and claimed her lips. She placed her hands around his neck and kissed him back. “Foolish people. Instead of them to get a room, they are out here deceiving themselves,” her neighbor said out loud and hissed. Kolawole let her go and began to laugh. Edua couldn’t hold back the bubbling laughter rushing out of her. The lady eyed them, hissed again and walked off with her empty bucket dangling sideways. “She is grumpy,” he wrapped his arms around her. Edua rolled her eyes. “Tell me about it.” “Will you marry me?” his dark eyes penetrated her shocked light brown ones. “What was that?” she looked up at him, trembling slightly. “Marry me Edua Imasogie,” his lips spread in a teasing smile. She blinked and stared back at him. How long have they been dating? It was not even up to four months. “Isn’t it too soon?” The fear in her eyes made him to smile widely. “I am completely sure about this. I want to spend the rest of my life with you.” “This is crazy…” her heart beat accelerated. “The crazier thing is that my parents want to meet you tonight.” Her jaw dropped. “Don’t worry. They won’t bite.” She looked away and tried to think, but, her mind had gone mushy. “I love you babe. You are my fairy princess.” She turned to meet his loving gaze. “Marry me. Make me the happiest man on planet earth,” he cupped her face in his palms. “Yes…” she whispered, heart pounding wildly against her chest. “Yes?” his eyes grew wide with joy. “Yes,” she breathed out loudly. “That’s my girl. Let’s get you dressed. We are going to meet the parents,” he held her by the hand and led her towards her apartment. Several thoughts ran through her mawkish mind. She was happy and scared at the same thing. She said a silent prayer, asking God to take control of everything.

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Missed alot

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Move on bro

Hope his parent don't av nasty history with beauty o... I pray everything works out fine o NEXT

go on

hmmm i hope everything goes well

I hope meeting your boyfriend parent ends well

Uhm i hope so. God shd take control

@Adm pls add me to d register

Hmmmmm

U Shovld Tel Him About Ur Past

Where's the mechanic na

Hmmmmm

I have this feeling that that dinner will go sour... Maybe onto of them knows her ugly past

Please don't go on strike again... Ride on

Still following

Update to this story is slower than snail

@softtouch I have not finish writing the story that is why it is slow

Alright @senator daniel u dey try wella

CHAPTER SIXTEEN “They are here!” Alice screamed in excitement. Her joy knew no bounds. She was also expecting her Kolawole’s elder brother and sister. She called them about three hours ago and informed them that their younger brother was bringing a girl home. They were very happy and promised to join them for dinner that evening. Gbenga joined his wife by the window. He was equally thrilled. He saw his youngest son getting out of his car with a very fair young lady. “Wow!” He was impressed. “She is so pretty. I am so proud of Kolawole,” she glanced at her husband. Gbenga nodded in approval, then narrowed his eyes. There was something about the girl that brought back memories. Memories filled with illicit pleasure. His eyes widened and he gasped in astonishment as recognition hit him. He was right. He knew her. He could swear on his father’s grave that she was the one he had crossed path with a number of times some years ago. “Honey what is it?” she observed the expression on her husband’s face. He looked troubled and in shock. “Everything is just the way they should be,” he feigned a smile and patted her on the back, “Wait here. Do not come out,” he hurried away. Her brows came together in a frown. “Honey?” she watched him leave. “What is going on?” She turned back to the opened window. Gbenga met Kolawole and the girl on the porch. He closed the door behind him and smiled at her. “Dad, meet Edua Imasogie,” Kolawole beamed with pride. He knew how much his father fancied beautiful women. He had caught the man staring lustfully at other women in the past, especially when his mother was unaware. “Good evening sir,” she smiled back at the man. She noticed that the father and his son had a striking resemblance. “How are you doing Beauty?” he placed his hands on his hips and stared at her, eyeball to eyeball. The girl had changed a bit, decently dressed in a cap-sleeve, knee length, A-shaped pink gown, with less make-up than usual on her face, she looked slimmer, but, she was still as pretty as he remembered and her mind blowing physique was intact. She froze and gaped back at the man. Anyone that referred to her by that name was definitely from her past life. Her smile thinned away, replaced by trepidation. “Dad, her name is Edua, not Beauty,” he eyed his father. Was the man trying to be funny or what? He didn’t like it one bit. He ignored his son, his undaunted gaze remained on her pale face. “How is your mother? What’s her name again? Adesua, right? Adesua Ayenkegbe.” Edua swallowed hard. She tried to think, pondering on where she had met the man. Was he one of her mother’s clients or someone she had, had an affair with? Why was her past following her everywhere she turned? Will she ever be ridden of her chaotic past life? “Is this your fiancée?” he turned to his son. He nodded, “Her name is Edua,” he emphasized. “She is nothing but a first class prostitute,” he glared at her, “And no son of mine will marry a common over- glorified LovePeddler,” the disdain in his voice was evident. Kolawole began to shake his head, unable to accept what his father was saying. He looked at Edua quickly. Was it possible that the woman who had consumed his dreams wasn’t who he thought she was? The sadness in her eyes frightened him. He glanced back at his father. “Dad, are you sure?” He hoped the man had mistaken her for someone else. “Of course I am. My friends and I still reminisce over our unforgettable experiences with her,” Gbenga started to laugh, “She is very good and skillful too. Just a taste of her will take you to cloud nine instantly,” the man continued to laugh. He dropped her hand and staggered backwards. The thought that his father and his friends had slept with the woman he had fallen in love with crippled him. His head felt like it was going to explode that very moment. “She is her mother’s best asset. Her most prized cash cow,” Gbenga looked her up and down. He would give anything to be lost deep inside her. Memories of the time he spent with her poured over his mind in torrents. Edua turned to her fiancé. He looked devastated, like someone who carried the world’s problems on his shoulders. She glanced back at his father and saw the lust and mockery in his eyes. She raised her head and gazed at the darkening sky, she felt as if her world was coming to an end. “Is it true?” he glared at her. The fact that she didn’t say a word to defend herself when his father accused her, proved how guilty she was and it made him angry. She dropped her head and turned to look at the man she had fallen in love with. His dark eyes glowed with hatred. It pained her that he had already judged her without listening to her side of the story. “That was my past. I am now a born again Christian.” Gbenga burst out laughing. “Born against! Can a leopard ever change its spots?” his mockery hurt her. Kolawole had no desire to stand there and listen to her lies. He felt betrayed. He turned around and marched back to his car. “Kola!” she called out to him, but, he didn’t respond. She wished he would stop and at least, hear her out. “Kola!” she ran after him. He unlocked the car and climbed in. He wanted to be as far away from her as possible. “Please wait. I can explain.” “Go to hell!” he yelled at her and started the engine of the car. She stood by the side of the vehicle and began to shake with sobs. “Please, let me explain…” she begged him. “I cannot believe that I almost got married to… to…” he spat at her and turned the wheel of the vehicle, attempting to reverse. Edua backed away, shocked by his behaviour. “You are really a good actress. Every time I tried to get physically intimate with you, you shy away, as if… as if it was the hardest thing in the world. But, alas! You were a professional. It is your job to get laid by men for money.” The way he regarded her made her feel like rag. The tears kept coming, running down her smooth fair face. “I can’t believe I have been so, so stupid. I fell for your act, thinking that I had found the woman of my dreams. The purest jewel any man can find.” “Kola…” “Shut your trap!” he snarled, “Don’t you ever call my name. Look here, it is over between us. You hear me…” She began to shake her head, “Kola please, please listen to me…” “And don’t bother to come to the office. You are fired! We don’t need the likes of you in our establishment,” he swerved the car and drove fast towards the gate. “Kola!” She placed her hands on her braided hair and began to weep out loud. Why was her life filled with so much pain and misery? “My son might not be available, but I am. So are my friends.” She turned around and saw Gbenga walking towards her. His leering gaze were fixed on her buttocks. “Where have you been? Every time we asked your mother about you, she changes the subject,” he brushed a hand over her wet face. She stared back at him, trying to comprehend the situation at hand. “I am going to call Simpson. You remember him? My friend with the loud mouth? The one that carries money around, especially foreign currency. He has missed you too. We need to organize a reunion. How does a weekend at Whispery Palms sound?” his excited countenance irritated her to the extent that she wanted to puke. She concluded that the man had lost his mind. He was so far gone in his shameful habits that it would only take a miracle to restore him. She stepped away from him and headed for the gate. “Beauty… Beauty!” She kept on walking till she was out of the man’s compound. Tears blurred her vision. It was hard to believe that she lost her fiancé and her new job in one night. It was as if the more she tried to live for God, the devil seemed to be waiting for her around the corner. Nevertheless, nothing was going to make her to go back to her old life. She had given her life to Jesus and was sold out to God already. There was no going back for her, no matter what the devil threw at her. She made up her mind not to give up. She believed that her days of mourning would surely turn to dancing in due time and season. Xxxxxx The shrill sound of the ringing phone woke her up. She turned on her side, opened her eyes slightly and reached out for the iPhone which was on the other side of the bed. “Hello…” her voice sounded hoarse. “Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday, happy birthday, happy birthday, to you. How old are you now? How old are you now, how old are you now today? How old are you now?” She smiled when she recognized Pastor Victory’s voice as he sang. He sounded awkward. “I am twenty-five years old Pastor.” “Nice, so you are a big girl.” She chuckled and lay on her tummy. “How does it feel to be twenty-five?” The events of the past few days took over her mind. The initial happiness she felt a moment ago faded away instantly. “I don’t feel good Pastor,” she began to sob. “Edua what is it?” he sounded worried. “I just got dumped a few days ago when my boyfriend’s father turned out to be one of my mother’s clients,” she lamented. “Oh my God!” “To add salt to injury, the man wanted me to spend a weekend with him and his friends.” “He did what?!” he sounded shocked. “I lost my job too. My boyfriend’s elder brother owns the firm I worked for. He fired me without giving me a chance to explain. Who does that?” She heard the Pastor sigh heavily. “Will I ever get married? Will I ever meet someone that will accept me, regardless of my old life? I don’t have a job anymore. How am I supposed to survive? What kind of life is this? I am just tired,” she broke down crying. “Edua listen to me.” “Pastor, why is all this happening to me?” “Edua…” “I have completely given my life to God. Why am I suffering? I am supposed to be basking in enjoyment, but the reverse is the case.” “Edua, Jesus didn’t promise you a life free of sorrow and pain. But, he promised that he will always be with you through it all. And no matter the kind of challenges that you face in life, he will always make everything to work out for your good. Weeping may endure for a night, or many nights at that, but your joy will always come in the morning, even if it tarries, it will surely come.” She stopped crying, consoled by his words. “I don’t want you to sit at home and mope around your apartment.” “Where will I go?” “It’s your birthday girl. Go out and have fun.” “I don’t feel like celebrating.” “Exactly. That is why you need to take yourself out. Go to the galleria, window shop and watch a movie or two. Take a stroll on the beach and get fresh air into your system. You will feel better afterwards.” She sat up and thought about his ideas. “Take yourself out, I will foot the bill. That’s your birthday present from me.” “Pastor!” she exclaimed in astonishment. “Happy birthday girl.” ‘Thank you sir. I am grateful.” “You are welcome. Promise me you will try and at least enjoy yourself.” “I will try sir.” “Good. I will call you later.” “Thank you sir,” his unexpected gesture made her smile, making her very, very happy.

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Your past is now hurting you no thanks to your mother

Thats why its always important to start a relationship with open truth, no matter how hard it is....

truth matters a lot in any form of relationship.

next ps

Hmmmn. things will get better Edua. just have faith in Lord Jessus.

hmmm ride on

@senetordaniel please try and update frequently

Chai

Hmmmm.....God is wit u, don't look back

Feel so sowie for u @edua. It is well

U supposed 2 av told im about ur past

I feel for her. When will her past stop hunting her. When will she find the man that will over-look her past and make her happy again? This pain is too much

Gbenga is a very stupid man to think that he wanted to spend the weekend with you after spilling nonsense from his mouth.

Well thanks to Pastor Victory for uplifting your spirit again... Edua, I advice you, when another man proposes marriage to you, try to know if he can accept your past so that you don't get hurt again

SENATOR DANIEL@ SO U NO INFORM ME FOR NEW UPDATE ABI? BUT I DON POSITION FOR MY FRONT SEAT. Edua@ pls take it easy such is live and that is also of testing ur faith in christ. BUT you have to open up nert time to any man that wants to marry u to avoid embarrasment and haertbreak. i know dat ur husband is dat mechanic u met in de pass, SO HOPE IN GOD TO BRING DE NIGGA FASTER

wow let's ride on senator I know its that Mechanic guy that Will later take you for who you are.... (am guessing because of the title)

BEAUTY AND THE MECHANIC CHAPTER SEVENTEEN The knocks on her door got her attention. She reduced the volume of her TV set, pulled her weight up and sauntered to the door. Her heart did a summersault when she opened the door and saw the landlord. The man and his family, his pretty wife, three teenage children, and two of his nieces, lived in the duplex in front of the boys’ quarters she resided in. Her rent had recently expired and she had promised to credit the man’s account that week, but things didn’t work out the way she expected. She resumed job hunting the week after her birthday, but, everywhere she went, she was told that there was no vacancy. Many times, she called her ex-boyfriend and tried to convince him to retain her at the law firm, even if they were no longer romantically involved, but, he wouldn’t hear of it. His father had also gotten her phone number from only God knows where and had tried to persuade her to meet with his friends for a weekend getaway. She ended up blocking his number. Good riddance to bad rubbish. She needed a job desperately. Aside from her rent, she was also owing security, waste, and a few other monthly bills. She was running out of cash, she had no foodstuff in her kitchen and had gotten into the habit of eating at the Pastor’s house. Where else was she supposed to go? “Miss Imasogie, what is causing the delay?” the man who was in his late forties frowned at her. “You promised to credit my account some days ago. Why are you tossing this issue to and fro? Do I have to come down here to remind you? We are civilized people for heavens sake’s.” The fair young lady looked around, uncomfortable at the high pitch of his voice. She would have preferred if he spoke in a low tone. “I am so sorry sir. Things didn’t work out the way I planned…” “To hell with your plans! What’s my business? When I gave you this apartment, what did I tell you?” he bellowed, looking at her up and down like an insect. She folded her arms across her bosom and sighed heavily. She remembered the days when she had different kinds of currencies in her bank accounts. She ate whatever she liked. She shopped every single day. She hopped from one exotic hotel to the other, catching her fun. She flew to wherever she desired, without breaking a sweat. Now, she had less than five thousand naira in her accounts. She was happy she wasn’t living that kind of life anymore, but, she didn’t contemplate that she would suffer greatly for choosing to live for God. When was her breakthrough going to manifest? How long does she have to wait? “I told you that I don’t like debtors. If you cannot pay for the apartment, move out! How much is the rent anyway? Three hundred and fifty thousand naira for a one-bedroom apartment in such a prestigious estate. Do you know how much other landlords are collecting in this estate?” Edua bowed her head in shame. She was at least two inches taller than the man, who was a little above five feet seven inches, but, all of a sudden, she felt very small. “Our neighour’s tenants pay him four hundred thousand naira yearly. The house in front of us, they pay half a million yearly, for the same one-bedroom apartment. How much am I collecting from you?” “Sir, I paid you completely when I moved in. There is just two months delay this time around, I will pay. Relax please.” “God punish you!” They heard his wife’s voice. She joined them outside the apartment, clad in a jeans and a red sleeveless blouse. “Who do you think that you are talking to?” the plump, dark skinned, average height woman screamed at her. Edua looked from the husband to the wife. They reminded her of the wild dogs she had seen in the documentary on the geographical channel she watched two days ago. “Look here, whatever they call you, if you cannot pay, pack out. We have a list of new tenants who will pay double for the apartment you are occupying.” “Sir, Madam, I just lost my job recently. Please give me a little time…” The woman started to laugh. “Who cares? I don’t care what you do for a living. I want my money,” the man eyed her. “I told you honey, all these jobless girls roaming around this vicinity are pests with a capital ‘P’. If I was around the day she solicited for the apartment, I wouldn’t have allowed her to step into this compound,” the woman glared at her. “You have three days. If you do not pay, I will personally throw your things out,” the man hissed and walked away. “I don’t want the likes of you in this compound. The earlier you move out, the better,” the woman eyed her and followed her husband. Edua closed her eyes and opened it. Three days? Where was she supposed to get three hundred and fifty thousand naira from? It was a Saturday, it was weekend, not even a weekend day. Who could she call? Her old friends were hopeless. They did terrible things for a living. If she asked them to help her out, they would also insist she joined them for an outing with men who were ready to pay through their noses for a nice time with them. The very lifestyle she had abandoned. There was no going back for her. She doesn’t have new friends except the few people she spoke with in church. She doubted if it would be wise to request for loans from them. She caught a glimpse of her neighbor at her window, as she backed into the apartment and bolted the door. The woman must have heard and seen the falling-out she had with the landlord and his wife. She changed into a jean and a long sleeve white blouse, grabbed her purse and headed out. She got into her car and drove out of the compound. She parked in front of Jesus’ Lovers International Ministry, killed the engine and climbed out of the car. She strode into the church building and went straight to the Pastor’s office. She met a long queue outside the man’s door. She requested for a form from his personal assistant, filled it and sat down amongst three other ladies on a long iron chair. She brought out her phone from her purse and texted the pastor. She informed him that the landlord and his wife were planning to throw her out if she doesn’t come up with her rent by Monday. She leaned against the chair and tried to watch the program on the television screen in the reception area. She heard the message tone of her phone. She glanced at it quickly and smiled when she saw that it was from the pastor. She read it quickly. Pastor Victory informed her that the church had a lot of financial commitment that week and they won’t be able to pay her rent. He assured her that if the situation got worse, she could move in back into his home till she was read to move into another apartment. Her smile thinned away. She didn’t want to move in with the pastor. She was a grown woman used to her own space. Although the pastor’s wife enjoyed her company and had been trying to convince her to live with them, rather than living on her own. She wasn’t interested. She wanted her own privacy. The woman’s children were schooling abroad and they only come home once in a year. It was one of the main reasons why the woman wanted her around. The pastor’s wife claimed that she reminded her of her eldest daughter, though she was older than the nineteen-year-old girl. Edua bowed her head. What was she going to do now? She had hoped that even if the church couldn’t pay her full rent, they might be able to give her half. She got to her feet and headed out. She returned to her car and felt like crying. Oh God! What is the meaning of all this now? You said that you will always be there for me. I am feeling like an abandoned child right now. She heard her phone ringing. She wiped her wet face with the back of her hand, brought out the phone from the purse and picked the call without checking who it was. “Hello…” “Beauty…” She recognized her mother’s voice. “Mum, my name is Edua.” “Fine, Edua.” She heard the woman hiss. “Mr. Bankole, one of my very good clients, he claimed that he was with you a couple of weeks ago.” She closed her eyes and placed her hand on her aching forehead. She had already barred the man’s numbers. “Mr. Bankole and his friends are willing to pay a large sum of money if you agree to spend time with them.” “Mum…” “Hear me out…” She cut in. “I am not going to collect any percentage from the payment. These are my old clients and they have not been patronizing me since you absconded.” “Absconded?” she opened her eyes. “You abandoned me when I needed you most.” “Come on mother,” she hissed, highly irritated. “You have been running this business for years. You do not need me.” “Yes I do!” She heard the high pitched voice of her mother. “Mum, please, let’s drop it.” “Beauty… please.” “It is a good thing you called. I have been thinking, maybe I can work for you in another way.” “How?” “By running and managing your boutiques. Six of them.” There was a moment’s silence at the other end of the line. “Mum…” “If you want to run my clothing business, then you must also be willing to attend to my clients.” “No, I don’t sleep around anymore.” “Everyone that work in my boutiques also attend to my male clients. Both businesses run together.” “Then… then you have to separate it, constrain my job description.” She heard the woman laughing. “Mum, I am serious.” “So, am I. You might be my daughter, but, I cannot break my own rules just to suit or pamper your conscience.” “This is unbelievable,” she chuckled in anger. “I will be waiting for your call, whenever you are ready. Think of what we can achieve together. We used to rule this town back in the good old days.” “Bye mother,” she cut the call and threw the phone on the passenger’s seat. She shouldn’t have been surprised at her mother’s response to her request. The woman had not changed at all. She was still the same old witch. She started the car and drove to the pastor’s house. She parked the car outside the compound and walked in through the opened gate. Pastor Mrs. Victoria allowed her in. “I have been expecting you. I made lunch already.” She followed the woman into the kitchen and met one of the Protocol department members seated at the kitchen table, swallowing lumps of semolina dipped in melon soup. “Sister Edua, you came at the right time,” the young man waved at her. “Brother Tosin, enjoyment minister, I can see you clearly,” she responded. The guy started to laugh. “Should I dish your food?” Pastor Victoria asked her. She nodded quickly. She was already feeling hungry. “My husband texted me earlier, he said your landlord is giving you problems.” Edua chuckled. The pastor doesn’t waste time at all. “You know you can move in with us,” the woman stared at her lovingly. She folded her arms across her chest. “I know, but, I am used to having my own space.” “Ehn… we have plenty space here. Five bedrooms to be exact.” She started to laugh. “No. I want my own space.” “I pray the landlord throw you out fast tomorrow,” she eyed her. “Ah! Pastor Mrs. What sort of prayer is that?” “I have said my own,” she walked to the gas cooker and opened one of the pots. Edua shook her head and sat across from the young man. “Where did you buy that your car?” Tosin said between mouthfuls. “Who wants to know?” “Me. Do you know if they sell second hand?” “Why do you want a second hand car?” she observed him. “I have been saving to get a good car, but, due to other financial responsibilities, I keep spending out of the money. I am afraid I might use up my entire savings without getting the car.” “How much do you have now?” “Seven-fifty.” She began to shake her head. “I bought mine at triple the price you have just mentioned.” He paled, “I know. I asked around.” A thought ran past her mind. “But, I might be able to help you out.” He brightened. “How?” “You need a car, and I need cash urgently.” The guy grinned from ear to ear. “If I collect your seven-fifty, how much are you willing to balance me?” He started to laugh, then cleared his throat. “Since, your car is still very fresh, I can still give you like two-fifty, in the space of fifty thousand per month till I complete the payment.” “Deal,” she stretched out her right hand. She smiled widely. She would be able to pay her rent and the other bills she was owing, stock her kitchen with foodstuff and still have enough to run around as she searched for a new job. She thanked God for creating the opportunity to foot her bills. Tosin shook her hand with gratitude. He could imagine himself driving the car that very moment. One of his major prayer points had been answered.

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wooowww

Bcos u used prostitution money to buy dat car, God wants to start afresh, Dats y its d only help dat came in d time of Ur need

Well thats thw work of God

Next

senator ride on you hear let Beauty sorry Edua get rid of those things she still possesses that came to her through her former lifestyle

Ride on

Glad you are able to come up with money

have hope in GOD edua you must surely scale through.

My dear, Good things don't come easy

Keep on struggling

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN Edet Udeme stood under the pedestrian bridge, at Anthony bus-stop, trying to hitch a bike ride home. Every time he tried to stop a bike, two, three other people chase after the rider, bargaining for a fair price to their destinations. The cost of commuting from one place to another in Lagos had risen due to the fuel scarcity and increase in the prices of fuel sold at the depots. The situation had gone from bad to worse over time, especially with the madden price of fuel sold at black markets. There was a crowd under the bridge, people waiting to board buses to different parts of town. He would have walked home. His place of residence was not too far from the bridge, but, he was a bit tired. He had been trying to fix one of his customer’s car all morning. The vehicle’s engine had knocked thrice times in a roll that week. The man’s call was what brought him out of sleep that morning. As one who doesn’t give up easily, his doggedness had resulted into a successful repair of the car. The man gladly gave him an extra three thousand naira, after paying the agreed fee. He smiled to himself. It had been a very good day. Someone in the crowd caught his attention. It was a very tall, slim, curvy fair skinned lady in a chocolate brown pleated skirt suit. She was very pretty and he liked the way her braided hair was woven in a ponytail at the back of her neck. She must have sensed that someone was staring at her, because she turned her head slightly and met his gentle watchful dark brown eyes. Something jogged in his memory. He blinked several times, trying to place the face. He could swear on his grand-father’s grave that he had seen her before. But, where? She looked away and adjusted the brown hand bag strapped on her shoulder. A scene imbedded in the very core of his mind unfolded before his very eyes. The day a beautiful seductively dressed fair skinned lady came to his boss’ mechanic shop with an Alhaji. He had fallen head over heels in love that day and he had been praying for the lady since the day they met, hoping that she would allow God to save her. He blinked again and stared wide-eyed at the fair skinned lady in the brown skirt suit. Was she the same person? Same skin colour, some face, but with a slight difference. She wore a light make-up; unlike the day he first saw her. She seemed slimmer too, but, the curves were still generously intact. He swallowed hard, his throat had suddenly gone dry. She must be the same person, the girl he had been waiting for, for the past two years. What was her name again? He tried to recollect the conversation they had that day. She said her name was Beauty, but, her real name was Edua. He took a few steps towards her and halted by her side. “Edua?” She turned to look at him. Her narrowed gaze sized him up. She had no idea who he was. “Hi, it’s me, Edet. Edet Udeme. We met two years ago,” he grinned from ear to ear. He was sure she was the same person. She began to shake her head. The guy standing beside her didn’t look familiar one bit. How did he know her name? “You came to my boss’ mechanic shop with an Alhaji two years ago,” he added quickly. The expression on her face intimated him that she didn’t remember him. She raised an eyebrow. She had been with a dozen Alhajis in the past. She had no idea who he was referring to. “I think his name was Bature,” he clarified. Her light brown eyes widened. Alhaji Bature? He was the last Alhaji she dated. “It’s being two years too long, how have you been?” he smiled when he sensed that she at least remembered the name of the Alhaji. She turned to look at the semi-empty road. Where were all the commercial buses plying that route? The thought of a cold shower, a hot meal and relaxing in front of her T.V set clouded her mind. “You look different. Have you finally reconciled with Jesus?” He was filled with joy that finally, they met again. She glanced back at him. His dark brown eyes glowed in excitement. Who was he? “I have been praying and waiting for you for the past two years Princess. I told you that we were going to meet again.” Princess? The only person that called her that was her late father. And one other person, the silly love-sick motor mechanic she met two years ago. Recognition hit her. She looked him up and down again. Was he the same person? He looked more matured and cleaner than she remembered. He was well dressed this time around, in a fitted red short-sleeve tee-shirt and a pair of blue jeans with matching red boots. He actually looked very good. “Edet, right?” He laughed out loud and sighed with relief. “You look different,” she noticed his broad chest and muscled arms. “So do you,” he sized her up and kept smiling. “Do you still work at the mechanic shop?” He shook his head, “I have my own shop now,” he sounded proud of himself. She nodded, impressed. “Good for you.” “Thanks. I told you that I was going to set up a world class Automobile Mechanic shop that will be patronized by the high and mighty in the society.” She just smiled. She didn’t remember a thing. “Well, that dream is still in the pipeline. I have a few boys working for me in my shop now. Things are picking up gradually.” She nodded and turned to look at the road. Where were the buses? “What are you doing around here?” She turned to him, “I came to sit for a written interview at Aiico Insurance.” “Oh… How was it?” he observed her tired face. She shrugged, “Okay.” She hoped that she would get the job this time around. She was tired of sitting at home, while her bills piled up. She didn’t want to remain dependent on the Pastor and his wife any longer. She needed to be able to take care of herself. “Do you stay around?” She shook her head. “I am waiting for a bus heading for CMS. I live in Obalende.” “Wow! You are miles away from home,” he placed his hands on his hips. “Tell me about it,” she folded her arms across her chest. It was past six already. When was she going to get home? She doubted if she would be able to attend the mid-week church service that day. Don’t worry. You will get a bus soon,” he encouraged her. She sighed heavily. “I hope so.” She was beginning to lose hope. “Have you finally surrendered to Jesus?” he asked again, he needed to know. He had been praying. She raised an eyebrow, then smiled. “Jesus is in total control of my life.” “Wonderful!” he beamed and sighed in relief. “I have been praying for you.” “Interesting,” she adjusted her hand bag. “I stay around. Anthony Village to be precise. My mechanic shop is close to home too.” “Nice…” she wasn’t really listening. “I have been trying to get a bike, maybe I might just walk home. I will wait till you get a bus.” She glanced at him again. “You don’t have to.” He smiled, “I want to. Now, that we have met again, I am not going to allow you to just slip into oblivion.” She started to laugh. He was as weird as she remembered. “I have not stopped loving you.” She eyed him. “From the first moment I laid eyes on you, I knew that you were the bone of my bone, the flesh of my flesh,” his dark brown eyes lit with the emotions bubbling within him. Suddenly drawn into the sea of his loving eyes, she tore her gaze away. “Stop talking nonsense.” “I am as sure of my feelings for you as I know my name is Edet Udeme,” he emphasized. She shook her head and avoided his gaze. “Here is my business card. Let’s meet up sometime and talk. Can I please have your number?” She collected the card and looked up at him. A motor mechanic with a business card? He was surely living in cloud nine. “Hey look! That’s your bus!” She followed his gaze and saw a long red bus heading their way. The crowd moved like bees around a hive. “Come, I will get you on board,” he grabbed her by the hand, weaved his way through the crowd and got her on the bus. She found an empty seat by the window, sat down and looked out. She saw him standing at the side of the road, waving at her. She waved back at him and mouthed ‘thank you’. “Call me!” he shouted and blew her a kiss. Her jaw dropped in amazement. The guy was definitely crazy. Xxxxxx Edua sat in front of her television watching the Telemundo channel, but, her mind kept drifting to her encounter with the motor mechanic. He was as crazy as she remembered. How could one claim to love someone who one hardly knew? Her relationship with Chidi and Kolawole had taught her that it was only a man that can dare to accept her past that could spend the rest of his life with her. Edet knew absolutely nothing about her. He would surely run away like everyone else. What was she even thinking? She turned on her side and changed the channel to CNN. She had no plans of ever dating him, no matter how cute he looked. She tried to erase the image of his handsome face from her mind’s eye, but to no avail. He was a motor mechanic for Pete’s sake. He was way below her league. Her mother would definitely laugh her to scorn if she heard that she was going out with someone like Edet. But, should what people say matter? After all, it was her life. No one was going to live it for her. She wanted a man after God’s own heart. Someone who would accept her past, present and future; hook, line and sinker. Someone who was financially comfortable and hardworking. She didn’t want to suffer. She was already

Crazy guy bt cool ...he his the bone of ur bone

Well at least he knows a little bit about ur past

Edet knew a lot about you

ride on oo

Edua whether u like it or not, that's ur man, He already accepts u and ur past cus he knws ur past already that's why He's always praying for u.

Now the story begins. I love this

go get Ur man girl, damn people's reaction,,,, dey own not Ur life

Edua, Edet is man you are looking or

next ple

Edua just keep on trying

Pls episode 18

Wow! So i av been missing such a great story. Thank God I notice on time.

Edua I have fem Advice for u. 1. Anyman that want to mary U, let him knw ur past b4 commitin ur heart to such a man. 2. Don't ever compromice no matter the situation. 3. Don't look down on Edet He knws u and a little of ur past. As he said he av been praying 4 u. So give him a Chance. And see urself becoming great in life.

Next episode @senator

CHAPTER NINETEEN Edua scratched an itchy spot on her scalp. Although the shoulder length braids still looked somewhat good on her, she had carried it for far too long. Three months, two weeks and four days to be precise. Every four weeks, she washed, conditioned, and applied weave-on oil on it. She couldn’t afford to think about when she would loosen the braids and make another hairstyle. She had no extra money to put aside for the hair. She might as well leave it. Hopefully, once it clocks four months, she would have enough money to loosen the braids, retouch the hair and fix a stylish weave-on or make Ghana-weaving. It had been a while since she rocked something like that. She clutched the red hand bag which matched her red high heeled sandals and stepped out of the church auditorium with other members of the congregation. It had been a beautiful Sunday service. The Pastor’s message had encouraged her, giving her hope that God would come through for her, it was only a matter of time. She would continue to trust in the lover of her soul and wait on him. After all, he promised in his word that he wouldn’t leave her nor forsake her. She believed that her time of favour had surely come. She greeted some of the familiar faces she had grown accustomed to overtime and headed to the Pastor’s home. She hoped lunch was ready. The pastor’s wife was a fantastic cook. She couldn’t wait to partake of one of her sumptuous meals. She was totally submerged in hunger. At the gate of the house, she noticed that their cars were not in the compound. She knew when Pastor Victory left the church for a program on the mainland, but, she was sure the wife didn’t go with him. Maybe she decided to join him at the program after the church service. She paled. She had banked on eating lunch and dinner at the pastor’s house that day. She exhausted her foodstuff at the beginning of that weekend and had decided to eat at the Pastor’s place daily, until she was able to re-stock her kitchen. She had also planned to ask for some money from the wife so that she would be able to go out the next day in search of a job. She had less than a thousand naira on her; three hundred and fifty naira to be exact. What was she going to do now? She turned around and placed both hands on her hips. The rumbling in her tummy made her groan in pain. She placed a hand on her stomach and sighed heavily. She could buy bread and sardine with the three hundred and fifty naira she had left in her purse, then thought against it. She also need money to transport herself whilst she searched for a job the next day. It wasn’t wise to spend the only money she had left. What was she going to do now? What choice did she have? She had no idea when the pastor and the wife would return home that day. Her light brown eyes darted about the estate. A thought crossed her mind. She could go to Chidi’s place, say hi, and joined them for lunch. She shook her head. What kind of thought was that? It was a bad plan. She doubted if Chidi or his siblings would even allow her into their house, especially Chuks. She groaned inwardly and started to walk homewards. She opened the red bag and brought out her phone. Who could she call now? She scrolled through the list of phone numbers and dialed a friend’s number. An ex-friend. Bimbo Dede. Someone she had not spoken to in a long time. They used to hang out together in the past, sleeping around with men who could afford to pay them in hard currencies and clubbing. “Hello…” She recognized the bell like voice. “Bimbo, it’s me Edua.” “Edua? I don’t know any…” “It’s me Beauty,” she interrupted. “Beauty? Oh Beauty! Girlfriend where have you been?” She chuckled and slow-walked. “I am around.” “Really? Are you sure that you are still in this country or have you followed Alhaji Bature to the Philippines?” She raised an eyebrow. “Has he relocated?” “I cannot believe you are asking me that kind of question. Am I the one sleeping with him?” Edua scratched her scalp and cleared her throat. “We are not together anymore.” “Seriously? So it’s true.” “What is true?” “I heard a rumour that you have started following those Jesus freaks about.” She sighed heavily. “I don’t understand you. What’s wrong with your brain? Why have you allowed yourself to be deceived by the likes of those loco, good for nothing nonentities?” She cleared her throat again. “Bimbo I need a favour from you.” “What is it?” Edua pushed the gate open and walked into the compound that housed her apartment. “I am broke.” Her friend’s laughter echoed in her ears. “I am serious.” “Why won’t you be broke? I don’t understand why you have decided to deceive yourself. I advise you to call your mum. I heard there is a gig this weekend. I am already enlisted. The men are paying in Pounds sterling and if I am lucky, I might be traveling to Dubai next weekend.” She started to shake her head. She saw the landlord, his wife and children seated outside the duplex, around a square-shaped wooden table, eating from a tray of roasted chicken, chips and what looked like salad. Her tummy roared. She turned away and backed them. “Bimbo, I don’t roll like that anymore.” She heard her friend’s laughter again. “Let me text you my account number. Just send me a token. It’s urgent.” “You must be very stupid. In fact, you are running mental. If you think I will go out there, sell my body, then give you out of the money I am paid, you must be dreaming.” She placed a hand on her head, completely lost for words. She blamed herself for calling the lady. She decided to delete her number immediately after the call ended. “God has given you a body that men will die for. A body that they can empty their accounts to touch. And you are there begging me for money, instead of working your ass out like the rest of us. It is not your fault. You better receive brain.” The line went dead. She realized that her friend had hung up on her. She sighed heavily, turned around and greeted the landlord and his family. They didn’t respond. She tore her eyes away from the food that they were eating and headed to her apartment which was behind the duplex. She tried not to think of what Bimbo had said. She deleted the lady’s number, then called her mother. While the phone rang, she begged God to soften the woman’s heart. “Hello…” “Mum…” “Beauty! So good you called. Look there is a gig tonight. I promise you, you will get the full 100% fee. All I need is for you to show up and light up the gathering. You know how we roll.” Edua halted in front of her door and leaned against the hard wood. “Mum, please… I can’t.” “What’s wrong with you now? I have pleaded, I have begged you, yet, you are adamant. Why have you decided to ruin things for me Beauty?” “Mum, you have my account number. Send me something, anything, for the sake that you carried me in your womb for nine months.” There was silence at the other end of the line. “Mum, please.” “Will you come over tonight?” “I can’t…” “Then I cannot help you.” “Mum…” The line went dead. Blinded by tears, she unlocked the front door, staggered into the apartment and slumped on the nearest chair to the door. She started to cry. She was hungry, tired and feeling depressed. She opened the bag and searched for the three hundred and fifty naira. When she couldn’t find it, she poured the contents of the bag on the tiled floor. She noticed a green business card amongst the naira notes and picked it up. It was Edet Udeme’s business card. She stared at it long and hard. Should she call him? What was she going to say? Should she ask for his help? Was it wise to ask him? Will he be able to help her? They were not even friends. She decided to take the risk. After all, she had nothing to lose. She reached out for her phone and dialed one of the numbers on the card. The phone rang for a while. Maybe he was still in church. She cut the call and glanced at the wall clock. It was past twelve. She dialed the number again and waited. “Hello…” Her heart missed a beat at the sound of his voice. “Hello… hi, Edet, it’s me,” her voice trembled. “How are you doing Edua Imasogie.” Her light brown eyes widened in shock. She couldn’t believe that he recognized her voice. “I… I am okay,” she scratched her eyebrow subconsciously. “I have been expecting your call for the past three weeks. You just boned me. If you had given me your number that day, I would have called.” “Oh… yes, sorry,” she scratched her itchy scalp. “How are you? You sound like you have been crying. Are you okay?” She swallowed hard. How did he know? “Edua, have you been crying?” he sounded concerned. “No… yes.” “Edua…” She leaned against the chair. She had no idea what she was going to tell him. “Text me your address. I am coming over.” “What?” What was he talking about? What was he coming to her place for? Should she allow him? If he comes, she might be able to ask him for a token. He seemed nice enough. She was sure that he would be able to help her. “Text me your address.” “Okay, I will.” “Have you eaten lunch?” “Em… no, no,” she shook her head. Why was he asking? “Okay. I will pick up something on my way.” “Okay,” she felt elated. “Hang in there. I will be there in a jiffy.” The line went dead. Tears filled her eyes. She dropped the phone on the chair and covered her face with her palms. God was going to use a total stranger to feed her that day. God thank you. I am eternally grateful.

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wowww nice episodes senator... really nice episodes but we had a meeting yesterday and it was agreed that you; senator Daniel should be posting 2 episode in each update. (beauty and the mechanic actually) so I would really like you to abide by that agreement starting from next time. 4get say dem no fit remove senator for power but I have the power to do that... and THAT; Sir [u][b]is a treat[/b][/u] its not my fault na, i just like the story like say tomorrow no dey fa

I love that

Really nice.... Ur brain dey function wella @senatordaniel

You will end up with him cos he knows lil about your past

i no say na dis guy be ur man

You better ask him for help

hmm dat's GOD 4 u, he work in mysterious ways

Hmmmm, I can imaging wat u are passing tru girl

@ryder pity me

oya update sharp sharp senator

Its well

Next Abeg.... I am begining to feel hungry too. Which type of food is Edet bringing

dedicated to Ryder CHAPTER TWENTY Thirty minutes later, she heard the door-bell. Her heart beat began to race. Was he the one? She wasn’t expecting anyone else other than Edet Udeme, her very own God- sent angel. She jumped up from the settee and staggered a bit. She adjusted the cap-sleeve, round neckline, sky blue cotton blouse she was putting on over a three quarter blue jeans and walked up to the front door. She peeped through the key hole, took a deep breath and exhaled. Smiled and unlocked the door. “Hi…” she whispered and cleared her throat. Edet stood at the door, clad in a short-sleeve, white tee- shirt over a knee-length brown khaki shorts. “Hi…” he smiled back at her. His dark brown gaze sized her up. She looked appealing in the simple outfit. “Em… please come in,” she noticed the two heavy looking black Bagco bags in his hands and stepped back into the flat. She raised an eyebrow, wondering what was in the bags. She thought he said he would buy lunch on his way to her place. She assumed that he was coming with fast food, or did she imagine the conversation? “Where is the kitchen?” he walked in, taking a quick look at the apartment. He liked the way the brown coloured chairs blended with the cream and coffee brown curtains by the two large windows. “Em… come with me,” she led the way. He followed her to an open doorway leading to the kitchen. A small space with a cabinet bearing the sink and several drawers. He could see a toaster, blender, and a microwave on the cabinet. There was a refrigerator to his right, and a two burner table top gas cooker placed on a wooden support attached to the wall, to his left. He placed the Bagco bags in front of the refrigerator, opened it and brought out four large tubers of yam, about a dozen big sized sweet potatoes, grounded melon seeds, ogbonna and crayfish, in separate polythene bags, six large dried catfish, a 5kg rice sack, two modules of brown beans tied in a black polythene bag, a paint container of white and yellow garri, tied in different polythene bags, a 2kg pack of Semovita, Wheat, Poundo yam, bottles of palm-oil and vegetable oil, two sachets of Maggi, rolls of curry and thyme sachets, onions, tomatoes, pepper, a crate of eggs, a carton of indomie, a carton of spaghetti, a big tin of chocolate beverage, milk, two packs of Saint Luis sugar, a 2kg pack of Sunlight detergent, two frozen full chicken, three large frozen fish and two pack of fried rice and chicken with salad from Tantalizer. Edua dropped her jaw in amazement. She was completely blown away by the amount of foodstuff on the kitchen floor, provided by just one person. Her mental calculation summed the purchase to be about a little over twenty-five thousand naira. “I hope this covers almost everything you need,” he turned to look at her and noticed the tear-drops sliding down her oval shaped fair face. She nodded her head and smiled at him broadly, unable to utter a word. “Hey… are you crying?” he took a step towards her, “Don’t cry, today, I am your Knight in shining armour responding to the needs of my damsel in distress.” She sniffled, “Thank you,” she whispered and met his dark brown calm stare. “You are welcome Princess. You know I love you and I am ready to take care of you. Just call my name and I will be there,” he sounded serious. She chuckled and brushed the back of her hand against her wet face. Why was he always talking humorous nonsense? He sensed her disbelief. “Okay, let’s eat. I am quite famished,” he picked up the two packs of fried rice and chicken and headed out. “I will bring water. Sorry, I don’t have any juice or soft drink,” she opened the refrigerator and brought out a bottle of water. “Water sounds good,” he settled on one of the seats in the sitting room, opened a pack of food and started to eat. Edua joined him on the two-settee. She filled two glasses with water and picked up the other pack of food. “You don’t believe that I love you,” he bit into the grilled chicken. She shrugged and swallowed the food in her mouth. “You don’t know me.” He smiled, “I think I do. Slay Mama turned born-again Christian.” She chuckled and glanced at him, “That is not even close.” “I can imagine your entire life, what else is there to know?” he chewed the bone and dropped the empty plastic plate on the center table. She took a deep breath, exhaled and ate the rest of the food. He had no idea what she had been through in the past. “Nothing in this whole wide world can stand against my love for you,” he emptied the glass and refilled it with water. “Hmm… wait till you hear my story,” she chewed the rest of the meat. It had been a while since she had, had a very good meal. She thought of the foodstuff in the kitchen. She was going to cook a storm. She had enough to last her for at least three weeks or more. “Okay, let’s hear your story,” he crossed his legs and faced her. His attention was focused on her averted face. She gulped down the water and sighed heavily. “It is a very, very long story,” she leaned against the chair. He shrugged, “I am all ears.” Her light brown eyes became misty, as she narrated how her own mother sold her off to men old enough to be her grand-father. How she grew up dating high classed money-bags and wealthy men in the society, her reconciliation with God, broken relationships and her journey so far. Edet could hardly believe what she went through. It all sounded like fiction, an evil nightmare. His heart ached for her. Now, he understood why she didn’t believe that he truly loved her. The first time he saw her at the mechanic shop, he had a knowing within him that she was the one for him, his missing rib. Although he had a feeling that she lived a wild life, he believed that God was going to rescue her. He had been praying for her every single day in the last two years. He was happy that she was now on the Lord’s side. “Your story breaks my heart,” his voice cracked with emotion. She turned to him, expecting to see disgust, repulsion or animosity in his eyes, but, the love in his dark brown eyes entrapped her in its fullness. She was completely astounded. What kind of a man was he? “I can understand why the men you dated couldn’t handle your past. It takes the grace of God to be able to bear such burden. In our society of today, the stigma of what you went through can be catastrophic. No one wants to be associated with someone who had such a past,” he sighed heavily, overwhelmed by the circumstances surrounding her past. She nodded with understanding. She didn’t blame Chidi and Kolawole anymore. It was no fault of theirs that they couldn’t accept her past. Edet reached out for her hands and held it. “Your past is past. You need to be able to forgive your mother and yourself, so that your heart and soul can heal up and become whole.” She bit at her lower lip. Forgiving herself was one thing, but, forgiving her mother was another. There was a period in her life when she actually loathed the woman. She doesn’t hate her anymore, but, even if she could find it in her heart to forgive her, she doubted if she would ever be able to forget. He noticed the conflict in her light brown eyes, “Forgiveness is possible,” he squeezed her hands. “Ask Jesus to help you. He is the greatest forgiver of all.” She sighed heavily. She had always known that she needed to let go of her hurts and pains and allow God to take control of her entire life. It was a Herculean task. Once in a while, she still had nightmares of her defilement as a child. Sometimes, she doubted if she would ever be able to get over it. “Praying for your mother, and all those men that has hurt you in the past, will help you to forgive each and every one of them,” the sadness in her eyes tugged at his heart. She raised an eyebrow. Was it possible to pray for mercy for the men who defiled her? Wasn’t she supposed to be praying that God should bring down his wrath on them and their generations unborn? “With God, all things are possible,” he assured her. She dropped her gaze. It was going to be very difficult to pray for mercy for her mother and every man that has hurt her. “When you start to forgive them, when you start to let go of your past, all the hurts, heartaches and pains, your heart and your soul will heal up and become whole. God will also be able to transform your life and everything will start to work for your good.” She took in a deep breath and exhaled loudly. “Remember, even before you knew God, he forgave you. Nothing on this earth can separate you from his marvelous love, not even your past,” his face brightened as he talked about God’s love. “Romans 8:35,” she recollected the scriptural verse. “Exactly. Jesus has forgotten all about your ugly past. He sees you as a completely different person, cleansed and purified by his blood.” She lifted her head and met his calm gaze. “I love you Edua. I am not going anywhere. I am going to love you until you love me back. I am going to chase you until you trust me enough to let me into your heart. I am not giving up until you agree to spend the rest of your life with me.” She blinked and stared back at him. He was definitely crazy. She couldn’t believe that after everything she had told him, he was still claiming to love her. What was wrong with the guy? Was he possessed or drunk or something? “You are crazy…” she whispered. He started to laugh. “I know. I am crazy about you Princess.” She pulled her hands away from his grip. “What about your family?” fear gripped her. She would never forget the way she felt when Chidi’s siblings rejected her. “Your friends? What if your people find out about who I was?” “I will try and convince them all that you have changed. You are not that person anymore.” “What if they do not believe you? What if they…” He reached out for her hands again. “Sssssh….” She fell silent and looked into his loving eyes. The ocean of peace in his eyes calmed the raging storm within her. “It doesn’t matter what anyone say or do. I love you. Nothing is going to stop me from spending the rest of my life with you,” he spoke softly, with confidence. She began to shake her head in distress. It was all too good to be true. “I am not letting you go, ever,” his comforting stare didn’t dissipate her anxiety. “This is crazy…” she muttered under her breath. “I want to meet your mum, and your pastor.” She eyed him, “Why?” “I want to introduce myself and ask for your hand in marriage.” She gaped at him. “I believe that in the next three months, we can get to know everything else about ourselves.” She began to shake her head again. “Your likes, dislikes, what you like to eat, what you want to do with your life, your favourite places on planet earth, your strengths and weaknesses, how many kids you want to have, what you cannot live without, and every other thing people do and discuss in their dating relationships,” he grinned at her, sensing her apprehension. “In three months?” she looked him up and down. He nodded with confidence, “Everything is possible darling. Just believe it.” “Everything is possible…” she repeated. “I love you Edua, I am not going to stop loving you, ever.” Their gazes locked. He leaned forward and sealed her lips with a passionate kiss. She froze for a moment, then relaxed. She placed her hands around his neck and kissed him back. He broke off and let her go. “I have to go.” He had been dying to kiss her since he walked through her door. She nodded, unable to look at him. The kiss had awakened the feelings she had been trying to bury since she ran into him some weeks ago. “Text me your account number. I want to send you something. I spent all the money I had on me at the market.” “Okay,” she sighed with relief. If he sent the money that day, she would be able to go out the next day. He got up and pulled her up to her feet. “We are going to be fine, everything is going to be all right,” he brushed a hand over her smooth face. She met his affectionate stare. She was starting to believe him. “Okay.” “Let’s make this official. Edua Imasogie, will you go out with me?” he winked at her. She started to laugh. She felt a rush of warm feelings coursing through her. “I want to go out with you and marry you in the next three months,” he sounded serious. “Wait…” she raised a hand, “Let’s start dating first, then, in time, we will talk about marriage.” “Is that a yes?” he beamed. “Yes to what?” she stared back at him. “Dating and marriage?” he grinned from ear to ear. “Edet…” she groaned inwardly. “Come on babe,” he drew her close. “Man pikin no fit wait past three months o, body no be firewood.” She erupted in laughter. “I am serious here. You know that you are a very pretty woman and you’ve got the body of a Roman goddess…” he sized her up again and shuddered visibly. “Hmmm…” his perusal made her feel jittery. “Three months; dating, introduction, traditional marriage and church wedding,” he outlined his plans without mincing words. “God help us…” she mumbled. “I am asking you again, will you go out with me?” his intense gaze settled on her lost in thought eyes. She blinked and looked into his firm, adoring gaze. “Yes.” “Okay. Will you spend the rest of your life with me?” his dark brown eyes bored into hers. An uneasiness took over her expression. What would her mother say? The woman would definitely turn her into a laughing stock. What about church people? They would think she had gone crazy or worse. Getting married to a common mechanic might be like falling from grace to grass, but, come to think of it, being a mechanic was also a decent profession. Her mechanic was a loving man. A man who loved God and loved her beyond words could express. He was her Knight in shining armour, her very own Prince charming. She liked him. She really, really liked him. She was also intensely attracted to him. In time, she believed that she would also grow in love with him, as heady and intoxicating as he loved her. He was right. Anything longer than three months wasn’t advisable in their circumstance. “Edua, will you marry me?” he looked deep into her light brown eyes. She breathed out loudly, “Yes, yes, I will marry you,” she smiled at him, eyes gleaming with adoration and affection. Edet felt elated. He sighed with relief. His dreams were coming true in leaps and bounds. The tenderness in her eyes warmed his heart. He knew she was growing fond of him, and in time, she would love him as much as he loved her.

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I love this story

edua na ur husband be dat no fulkup becos husband are scarse

hmm loving the chemistry now let's look forward to their family and friends

seated ......ride on

Nice story

Good!

thats a turn around, now watch god perform his miracles

I knw ur mother will find it difficult to believe but there is nothing she can do that's ur man

ride on ooo

hmmmn, loving the story

At last u find d love of ur life.

am cheering you two on,,, I love the story and I love d writer for writing dis lovely story

Interesting beyond interesting... But I'm still wondering the type of bag that contained all those food stuff, abi na 2 big rice bag

Love in tokyo

God has finally answered your prayer by giving you your own man who would love you unconditionally

No, you have already diminished to grass and now God is lifting you to Grace

I So Much Love This Story Pls Continue

nice

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE Edua alighted from the motor-bike and paid the driver. She turned and scanned the rows of houses on the left and right side of the street, searching for number twenty-five. She found the brown painted bungalow in-between a story building and a supermarket. She sighed with relief and walked towards the house. A young girl of about eight and two young men in their early twenties were seated on a long wooden beach in front of the house. The boys grinned sheepishly, ogling at her without shame as she strode into the building. She ignored them, already used to leering stares from both old and young men, although she didn’t attract as much attraction as she did doing her randy days; being looked at could be quite unnerving at times, especially when one was decently clothed. She went in and counted the doors on the right side of the corridor, till she got to the sixth door. She straightened her short- sleeve, red cotton blouse, smoothened her newly retouched hair with her palms, held in place with a pink hair-pin, checked out her frame, and nodded; contented with the way the blouse complimented the A-shaped, knee-length, pleated green flowery skirt, then knocked at the door. “Who is it?” the male voice boomed from within the apartment. She recognized his voice and smiled, then knocked again. “If it is you Kaosara, I don’t have salt, I don’t have maggi, no curry or thyme either,” he yelled. She placed a hand over her mouth and stifled the laughter bubbling from within her. Who was Kaosara? Whoever Kaosara was, she must be giving him a hard time. She breathed out loudly, then knocked again. “Kaosara, I am warning you. I cannot be working while someone else is…” The door swung open. Edet froze and gapped at the sight of his fiancée. He spoke with her early that morning and she made no mention that she was going to visit. She had never being to his place before, although he had given her directions a number of times. They both planned to spend time together that evening to celebrate. He was shocked to see her standing right outside his door. “Who is Kaosara?” she placed both hands on her hips and eyed him. “My… my nosy neighbor,” he scratched his itchy jawline. “She borrows everything and returns nothing.” Edua began to laugh. “What are you doing here? I thought we planned to dine tonight. How did you find this place?” he asked quickly, glad to see her. “Google map helped,” she winked at him. “Google map?” he raised an eyebrow. “It works, oh ye of little faith.” He chuckled then stepped back into the apartment. She picked up the thick shopping bag on the floor and walked in. “I was about heading to my mechanic shop.” Edua nodded, taking a good look at her surroundings. The sitting room was smaller than hers, decorated with black and green leather chairs, and a glass round center table with a 40inch flat screen television facing the three- settee. “I will come with you after we have eaten. I want to see your mechanic shop.” His dark brown eyes widened in excitement. He had always wanted to show her his shop, his place of work. “Did you bring food?” he collected the pink shopping bag from her. “I made something small after we spoke this morning. The birthday boy must not starve on his D-day,” she glanced at him. He found a big bowl of Jollof rice, fried fish and plantain in the bag. “Thanks love,” he winked at her, “I am so hungry. I was planning to send one of my boys to buy me bread and egg from the Mallam when I get to the shop.” “No need for that anymore,” she smiled in relief. She was glad that she decided to cook him a meal. “Where is your kitchen?” He pointed at a white painted door, placed the bowl on the center table and drew it close to the three-settee. Edua walked into the kitchen and stopped to look around before bringing out a pack of fruit juice from the refrigerator. She searched for glasses and found them in the cupboard. She rinsed it at the sink and headed back to the sitting room. Her fiancé was already eating. Was he that hungry? “This is delicious,” he glanced up at her and swallowed the food in his mouth. She blushed, “Thanks,” she sat beside him, filled the glasses with the fruit juice and picked up the other spoon. “Your Pastor called me after I spoke with you this morning.” She raised an eyebrow. “Pastor Victory?” He nodded and spooned some food into his mouth. She blinked in surprise. “What did he say?” She could still remember the day she introduced her fiancé to Pastor Victory and his wife. They were so happy for her and excited that Edet knew about her past and was ready to tie the knot with her. “He wished me a happy birthday. He also prayed for me.” Edua smiled. Her fiancé had just clocked thirty that day. He was exactly five years older than her. “Do you still have foodstuff?” he looked her in the eye. She nodded. “I have enough to last me for two more weeks.” The constant foodstuff he brings to her place had helped in ways she couldn’t fathom. If not for him, she would have been wallowing in starvation, more so with the fact that she wasn’t gainfully employed. “Good…” he continued to eat. “Let me know when you have exhausted it.” “Okay. Thank you.” “I am just taking care of my sweetest pie,” he winked at her. “I spoke with my mum yesterday. She said she will be able to see us this weekend.” He looked at her. “What did you tell her?” He was curious. He had heard a lot about the woman. She shrugged. “Nothing much. Just that I am coming to visit her with someone special.” Edet chuckled. “My parents and siblings are also expecting us this weekend.” “Okay. I think we should see your people first; my mum can be…” she started to shake her head. He reached out for her hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. “Everything is going to be all right.” She nodded in agreement. “I believe so.” “Good girl,” he winked at her. She dropped her gaze and concentrated on the food. About twenty minutes later, Edet and Edua strode out of the one-bedroom apartment. “Oga Edet! Oga Edet!” They both turned in the direction of the voice. Edua saw a lady, a little above average height, dark skinned, round, curvy and chubby, half- walking and half-running towards them. She was in a very tight white short, which was above her knees, show- casing her flabby fleshy dark thighs outlined with stretched marks. The sagging long sleeve blouse she was putting on was worse off. It exposed a mass of loose flesh, strangled and heaped together by a push-up bra. Her face was heavily made up, painted in all the colours of the rainbow and her gold and purple weave-on was wrapped around her shapeless head in a half-patterned style. Edua glanced at her fiancé. “Who is that?” He looked right back at her and tried not to laugh. “That’s my nosy neighbor, Kaosara.” “My God…” she glanced back at the lady. “Oga Edet, are you going to your shop now? I need palm- oil and vegetable oil, with crayfish and dry pepper,” she stood panting by his side. “Kaosara,” he stared at her sternly. “Oga Edet…” she opened her set of brown teeth, grinning and fluttering her fake long eye lashes at him. “Just last week, I gave you a packet of maggi, half bottle of palm-oil and vegetable oil, what happened to it?” The lady scratched a spot on her scalp. “Em… Oga Edet, you see, my younger sister is very wasteful. I have warned her…” He began to shake his head in disapproval. “Kaosara, you make money from your hair salon. I believe that you are wise enough to set money aside for foodstuff as well as your rent and other bills.” “Ehn… yes, Oga Edet…” she scratched her elbow. “You cannot keep coming to me every time you need to cook in your home. This is over-familiarity and you are taking me for granted.” “Ah! It is not like that…” she paled at his stern expression. “I… I don’t like it. This has to stop. Even if you need to borrow one or two things, I can still oblige you, but, you cannot ask all the time. My kitchen is not a supermarket.” “I know. Sorry now Oga Edet,” she feigned a smile in an attempt to make light of the situation. “It’s okay. I am on my way out now. Meet my fiancée,” Edet drew Edua closer and grinned from ear to ear. The dark skinned plump lady glanced at Edua, looked her up and down and frowned. “Hi…” Edua stared back at the lady. Kaosara hissed and turned back to her neighbor. “I will see you when you come back.” Edet eyed her. “So, you won’t respond to her greeting.” “Hello…” she said through gritted teeth, glanced at his fiancée briefly and hissed again. “Fine then, see you later,” he held his fiancée by the hand and led her out of the building. They stood by the roadside, waiting for a bike. “I can swear on my father’s grave that, that your neighbour is infatuated with you.” He glanced at her quickly. “How did you know?” She smiled, “I am a woman. Our intuition is very sharp.” He rolled his eyes. Edua started to laugh. “I think she borrows things from you just to get your attention. She wants you to notice her and hopeful find her desirable.” “Heaven forbid,” he frowned. She laughed harder. “Kaosara is far from the kind of woman I roll with.” “Oh yeah, na wa o.” “Joke apart, she has been hanging around me since I moved into the building. The more I try to push her away, the clingier she becomes.” She shook her head in pity. “You need to be careful with the likes of her.” “You don’t need to tell me. I have heard stories. Men drugged by women, and the next thing, they are branded as fathers to children they had no idea how they came to planet earth.” She chuckled. She had heard similar stories. “Some desperate ones trail the fetish path, hypnotizing their crushes with one spell or the other. It’s a crazy world we live in.” She nodded in agreement. “I heard of one crazy concoction. Jo ko nbe.” He raised an eyebrow. “What’s that?” “Sit down there!” “As in?” he stared back at her confused. “That’s the name of the juju, Jo ko nbe, ‘Sit down there!’” “That’s weird. So you mean the guy will sit down wherever the lady wants him to?” “Technically. The way it works, he does her bidding. He is at her every beck and call. He is like a slave.” Edet shook his head in disgust. “I heard it is prepared with catfish.” “Hey!” he clapped his hands. He was a lover of everything made with catfish. “The juju is prepared with cat fish pepper soup.” “Trouble! Irresistible concoction!” he wailed. She laughed at his comical facial expression. “That means I must be careful. I must not eat anyhow, anywhere.” She nodded in agreement. “Jo ko nbe…” he repeated and shook his head again. Edua waved at the next bike she saw. Her fiancé bargained with the driver till they agreed on a price. While he gave directions to his mechanic shop, they mounted the motorcycle

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nice Bro

I wonder what Edua mother will say when she sees Edet

Welldone Boss, Continue pls

Nice one. @jummy babe pls add me to d register

Following, keep it rolling.

following kinly

I pray the meeting ends well

Hahahahahaha jo ko nbe sounds ridiculously funny

Nice work @senatordaniel

I pray everything works out for you and Edet

senator nice one... let's sew how things unfold

Still with you.....more

SO INTERESTING RIDE ON

God is able!!!

This episode make me sad,,,don't even know when I started cryin.it just a natter of time dear

I don't understand what is happening on this site again, please all this writers, if you are not ready to complete your stories don't even start it in the first place.

Wats happening hia now? why are u not posting, pls continue oooo

mr senator daniel@ U de fulkup oh, what is holding u to update, if u no dat u cannot complete de story y u com start it.

I have being sick for the past 3weeks that's why I have not post anything

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO Etim and Edidiong exchanged surprised glances when their first son, Edet, stepped into their apartment with his fiancée, Edua Imasogie. The lady looked like one of the beauty queens they had seen on the television and they feared that their son wasn’t in her class at all. The more they watched the two, the more they realized how the couple were so fond of each other and they began to wonder how the two crossed paths in the first place. “You are welcome my daughter,” Etim grinned from ear to ear, he couldn’t stop staring at the girl and was very proud of his son for finding a worthy wife. “Thank you sir,” Edua smiled back at the man, her initial fear had melted away. Since she walked into the Udeme’s home, she had felt their warmth of welcome and with the way they kept gawking at her, she realized that her beauty must have swept them off their feet. “I am making one of Edet’s favourite meal. You must eat before you leave,” Edidiong beamed at her. She was already dreaming of the way her grand-children would look like. Her first son was very good looking and he was getting married to a very beautiful woman. She could imagine how their children would turn out. They would surely look like Half-caste, she thought to herself. “No problem ma,” she smiled back at her. Edua was greatly relieved that Edet’s parents accepted her and had welcomed her into their home. She had been a bit skeptic when Edet wanted her to meet them. His two younger brothers were worse off. Uduak and Udoh had not been able to sit still since they arrived. The young men had been parading the sitting room, pacing and winking at their elder brother and smiling at her as if they had just won the American lottery. With the way they had been acting all day, she was beginning to feel suddenly shy and self-conscious. “Edet, you have done very well,” Uduak winked at his elder brother. “Yes, you have done very well,” Udoh agreed. Edet shook his head and just smiled at his brothers. He was happy that his family had accepted the woman he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. When they leave his parents’ home, they were heading to the island to see Edua’s mum. He hoped the woman would take the news of their intended union cordially. His fiancée wasn’t optimistic, but he was hopeful. He believed that God could touch anyone, after all, hearts of Kings were in his hands. “It is a pity that your father is no more. I would have loved to meet him,” Etim observed his son’s fiancée. “Hmm…” Edua nodded. She missed her father. She wished he was still alive to witness the happiest moments of her life. “But, at least, her mother is still hale and hearty,” Edidiong added quickly. She didn’t want the girl to start thinking of her late father and feel sad. “Yes, yes, that’s true,” Etim agreed and glanced at his wife. “Let me set the dining. The food is almost ready,” Edidiong got up immediately. Edua dropped her purse on Edet’s laps and got up too. “I can help,” she offered. They all stared at her in amazement. “No, no… sit down. You are our visitor,” Edidiong began to shake her head. She didn’t want the girl to follow her into the kitchen and stain her dress. “Haba Sister Edua, don’t disturb yourself, just sit down and relax,” Uduak encouraged her. “Yes, please sit down, we won’t allow you to do anything in this house,” Udoh chimed in. “I believe that I am no longer a visitor, I am going to help, mama, let’s go,” Edua took Edidiong by the hand and pulled her towards the kitchen. The woman started to laugh and allowed the young girl to lead her on. She was happy and relieved that she was gaining a very good daughter-in-law. She had always wanted a girl-child, but, God had given her three wonderful boys. She was eternally grateful, but, she wouldn’t have minded an additional girl. There were times she envied her mates who had female children. Nevertheless, she had always prayed that her sons would bring good girls home as their wives. Girls who she could relate to like her very own daughters and it seemed that God had already started to answer her prayers. The moment the women left, Uduak and Udoh sat beside their elder brother. “Bros, where did you find her?” Uduak was curious. He hoped he would be able to find someone like his elder brother’s fiancée. “Yes o, where did you catch that enchanting beauty?” Udoh winked at his elder brother. He was quite impressed with the physical beauty of his brother’s woman. Edet began to laugh. He honestly didn’t know what to tell them. “Just thank God for me. He has given me a very good woman.” They all nodded their heads in agreement. Xxxxxx Adesua Ayenkegbe looked at her only daughter and her fiancé with one glance, from heads to toes. She didn’t like the way the girl was looking. Gone was her glowing skin and she was looking skinny. She had less make-up on and the clothes she was putting on was very cheap. She was angry that her Princess had been reduced to a mere commoner by her adamant decisions to do things her way. Her fiancé was worse off. He was good looking quite all right, but, he was also clad in a very cheap attire. She felt disgusted that her daughter was settling down for someone who wasn’t in their league at all. “What did you say you do again?” she swept her shoulder length dark brown Brazilian hair away from her fair glowing face. Edet cleared his throat, “I… I repair automobiles,” he could feel the woman’s eagle eyes on him. Since they walked into her home, her cold reception had clouded the atmosphere. His fiancée was right after all. No wonder she had been reluctant whenever he reminded her that they needed to see her mother. They had no choice. They needed to see the woman and intimate her of their plans and decisions. “You repair automobiles…” Adesua repeated, then blinked in shock. “Are you a motor mechanic?!” her shrill voice hit the roof. He nodded with confidence. “Yes, ma. I have a Mechanic shop in Anthony Village and I am very good at what I do.” Adesua shot an angry look at her daughter, “You are getting married to a Motor Mechanic.” She swallowed hard, mentally preparing for the verbal assault that was yet to come. “Yes mother. Repairing cars is a very lucrative profession.” The woman gawked at the girl as if she had lost her marbles. “Are you out of your mind?!” “No, mother,” she returned her angry gaze. She was determined not to allow the woman’s assumptions and analyses to rattle her. Adesua glanced back at Edet, then at her daughter. “You came into my home with a common road-side motor mechanic.” She sighed heavily, “He is not a road-side mechanic.” “What is the difference?! A motor mechanic is a motor mechanic! This is outrageous!” she glared at both of them. Edet reached out for his fiancée’s hand and squeezed it lightly. His touch calmed her frayed nerves, but, she was still upset. “You decided to pull out of our business, I allowed you. Why did I even do that? Take a good look at you,” her gaze swept over her like one inspecting an insect. “You look like a road-side pepper seller.” Edua stared back at her mother and held her tongue. She had a million things to say, but, thought against it. She didn’t want to start arguing and fighting with her in the presence of the man she loved. “Look at your skin, look at the way you are dressed, look at the way you have turned out. Poor, starving and you are okay with all this?” Edua pressed her lips together. She was beginning to find it difficult to remain quiet. “Now, you come here, with this,” she pointed an irritated finger at Edet. “This… this commoner, this excuse of a man…” Edet coughed. He wasn’t getting uncomfortable with the way the woman was ranting. “Madam, I think you have said enough.” She shot him a glare. “How dare you?! How dare you talk back at me?” “Ma, we are here to inform you of our wedding plans. We will appreciate if you can find time from your busy schedule and show up, giving us every support we need, we ask for nothing more…” “You must be smoking weed, if you think I will allow you to marry my daughter,” she scowled at him. “I am not a child mother. You do not have a say when it comes to who I want to spend the rest of my life with,” Edua informed her mother. The determination in her eyes made her mother burn with rage. Adesua jumped to her feet, shaking visibly with fury. “I will not allow it! This union…” she pointed at both of them, “This union will never take place.” “It will and there is nothing you can do about it,” Edua countered, annoyed at her mother’s irritable disposition. “You are both dreaming. You are both building castles in the air. You think this marriage will work,” she faced Edet. “Do you even know the woman you are getting married to? Can you even handle her?” she looked him up and down with disdain. “I love your daughter madam…” Adesua erupted with laughter. “I know everything I need to know about her, both past and present.” She placed her hands on her curvy hips and eyed him. “She is the woman I am going to spend the rest of my life with and nothing, or anyone can change that.” Edua got up, so did Edet. “It’s good seeing you again mother,” she threw the invitation card on the center table. “I am not coming,” Adesua said through gritted teeth. Edua and Edet exchanged pale glances. “I will not stand by and watch you ruin your life,” she screamed at her daughter. Edua swallowed hard, feeling pained. “Fine, have it your way.” “Madam, this is your only daughter…” “Do not speak to me young man!” she yelled at him. Edet sighed, feeling exasperated. He looked at the woman again and shook his head sadly. “The likes of you work for me as my driver, my gardener, my laundry-man… you are beneath the caliber of people in my sphere of reckoning,” she lashed out at him. Edua reached out for her fiancé’s hand and pulled him towards the door. He followed her without saying another word. “You are going to regret this young woman!” she called out to the girl, hoping she would listen to her. Edua and Edet walked out of the mansion and headed towards the main gate. Edua dragged in a frustrated breath, and closed her eyes, trying to seal off the storm of tears threatening to flood her face. She wished she had not come. She had always known that her mother would never be in agreement with her decisions. The agony in her heart enveloped her chest, tightening it, making it hard for her to breathe. She stopped walking. Edet glanced at his fiancée. The anguish in her dull light brown eyes cut through him like a very sharp blade. “My love…” he drew her into his comforting arms. Edua collapsed in his arms, shaking visibly wit sobs. The tears came, spilling all over her fair smooth face. “Oh God…” she cried out and held unto him as if her life depended on it. “Sssssssh…” he rubbed his hands against her spine, patting her on the back in consolation. “Oh Edet…” she wept. “It is going to be all right. Trust me. God’s got our backs,” he assured her. She kept on crying. “Even if your father and mother forsake you, God will never, ever leave you nor forsake you,” he encouraged her. Her sobs began to waned. “He will go before you, he will go with you, do not be afraid or be dismayed…” “Deuteronomy 31 verse 8,” she whispered. “Yes…” “I trust God. Everything is going to be all right,” she said to herself. “Yes, he’s got our backs.” Edua sighed in relief. It might not look like it, but she was sure that everything was going to work out for them. He let her go, held her hand, and led her towards the gate. “Who else can represent your mother at the wedding?” “My pastor’s wife.” “Pastor Victoria?” “Yes,” she nodded, “Or, my maternal grand-mother.” “Your mum’s mother,” he glanced at her. “Yes,” she returned his gaze. “My maternal grand-father and grand-mother are excited for us. They are coming to the wedding with my mum’s younger sisters and their husbands and children.” “Wow! That’s good news,” he felt greatly relieved. “Yes, it is,” she started to smile. “What about people from your father’s family?” “My paternal grand-father’s younger brother will represent them. He is coming with his family.” “What about your father’s father? And your father’s mother? And your father’s brothers?” She sighed heavily. “They all flew out of the country a few months’ after my father’s burial. My mum claimed that they took everything my father had worked for all his life, leaving us with nothing.” “My goodness! That’s cold and cruel, if it’s actually true.” She shrugged, “It’s all in the past now. I don’t like remembering or talking about it…” He squeezed her by the hand, “I understand.” The gateman opened the gate and let them out. The Taxify driver saw them coming. He started the engine of the vehicle, once they were seated at the back seat of the car, he nosed into the street and drove off.

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CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE Udoh and Uduak dashed into the two-bedroom apartment in haste. They met their father in the sitting room, dozing off on a chair whilst the television was on the TBN channel. “Go and get mum. She should be in the kitchen,” Udoh nudged his brother on the shoulder. “Okay.” Uduak ran off and returned with their mother. “What is going on?” Edidiong stared at both young men, holding one of her cooking spoons. She hoped everything was all right. She wondered what they were doing back home so early. “Mama, please sit down,” Udoh motioned to the seat their father was dozing on. She wanted to protest, but, thought against it and sat beside her husband, hoping that whatever they had to say wasn’t bad news. She didn’t like the way her younger sons were acting and she was already getting apprehensive. Etim’s eyes flickered. He opened them, yawned and then stretched his aching body. “What are you two doing back so early from work?” he looked from one to the other. He was surprised to see them in the house by that time. They usually arrive home before seven in the evening every day, but, it was barely six and they were already in the house. Udoh and Uduak took a seat opposite the elderly couple, then exchanges glances. “What is it? I am making dinner,” Edidiong eyed them, wondering what was so important that they had to drag her out of the kitchen. “One of our colleagues at the factory knows brother’s fiancée,” Udoh began, weighing his words carefully. Etim and Edidiong looked at one another. “So?” she eyed both boys. Uduak scratched a spot on his head, “Mama, Edua isn’t who she says she is,” he had a pained look in his eyes. “In fact, she is nothing but an over-priced high class prostitute,” Udoh added in annoyance. “Shut your mouth!” Etim shouted at them. He didn’t like the path the conversation was deviating to. “Daddy, it is the truth,” Uduak backed up what his brother had said. “What is true? Look at these children that were born yesterday,” she glanced at her husband. He was equally upset. “One of our colleagues at work saw her at a party he attended with his uncle. His uncle’s driver was sick. He drove his uncle to the party that day,” Udoh began to explain. “So? What has the party got to do with your brother’s fiancée?” she eyed him. Hoping against hope that their colleague’s claims turns out unfounded. “He saw her at the party. He said she danced with several men and gave them lap dance,” Uduak added quickly. “Lap dance?” Edidiong looked at her husband. She was very sure her sons were uttering nonsense. “We took a picture with brother and his fiancée when they visited that day. Our colleague saw the picture and he recognized her. He claimed that she settled in one of the rooms in the hotel and many men took turns to see her,” Udoh spat out. Etim and his wife gapped at each other. They were finding it hard to believe their sons. The story sounded cooked up. “Although, he says that she looks different, but, he was sure that she was the same person,” Uduak chimed in. “You see! She is probably a look-a-like,” Edidiong shouted in relief. She was ready to hold unto any form of hope. “She is definitely not the same person your colleague saw at the party,” Etim addressed his sons. Udoh and Uduak began to shake their heads. They were very sure that their colleague knew exactly what he was talking about. “Dad, Mama, this boy knows Edua. We are very sure of it,” Udoh tried to convince his parents. “I will give your brother a call this evening. I will tell him to come over,” Etim leaned against the chair, lost in thought. He hoped that what he was hearing wasn’t true. “Good, brother needs to know the kind of woman he is about to get married to,” Uduak got up from the chair and began to pace the room. He had been greatly disappointed when their colleague narrated what transpired at the party. “This is unbelievable,” Edidiong sighed heavily. She had already started planning for the arrival of her grand-children. She prayed against everything that could truncate her well laid out plans. “Tell that your colleague to come over this evening. He must use his own mouth to confirm everything you have said,” Etim glanced up at Uduak. “No, problem. I will call him now,” Uduak left the room. “Are you both sure of what you are saying?” Etim looked at Udoh eye to eye. “We are papa,” Udoh assured his father. Edidiong placed both hands on her chest. “Eeeeh! God deliver us!” The lady her son brought to them was kind, gentle and God fearing. She was far from the party girl her sons’ colleague described. But, if there was any iota of truth in what they have said about her, she was definitely not welcome in their home. She must have deceived her son into thinking that she was a saint. No wonder she looked like a goddess. Her fair skin was so buttery smooth; it must cost a fortune to keep it that way. The girl claimed that she was job- hunting, but, Edidiong concluded that she must be prostituting on the side. She shook her head in disgust and prayed to God to deliver her son from the fangs of strange corruptible women. Xxxxxx Edet came out of the bathroom dripping wet. He walked to the wardrobe and picked out a short sleeve black Hacket tee-shirt and a pair of blue jeans. He got a call from his father, while he was at work that day. The man wanted to see him urgently. He had a feeling that it must be about the wedding plans. He was supposed to take Edua out that same evening, but, he figured he could dash to his parents’ home, then head to Dolphin Estate afterwards. He had already called his fiancée and explained to her that he would be running late. He got dressed quickly, switched off all the light bulbs and electrical appliances in the apartment and headed out. “Oga Edet…” He turned when he heard a familiar voice. It was Kaosara. He groaned inwardly and locked his door. “Are you going out?” Kaosara came to stand by the closed door. She was clad in a very short tight fitting blue skirt and a sleeveless round neck white blouse which exposed her cleavage which was covered up with stretch marks. “Yes, I am.” She scratched a spot on her upper arm. “I wanted to collect small maggi, salt, curry, thyme and vegetable oil from you.” He hissed irritably. “Please, can you kindly give me what I need before you leave,” she grinned at him, opening her set of brown teeth. “No,” Edet started to walk away. “Ah! Oga Edet,” she ran after him. “Please now. I promise you, I will not disturb you again for the next one week.” “Kaosara, abeg, free me. Am I the only one living in this compound?” he glared at her. “Ehn… but, you know you are the only one who respond to me. Everyone else have abandoned me,” she caught up with him. “You need to plan and strategize how you spend and manage your salary. You cannot keep collecting things and borrowing things from me,” he complained. “I know, I know,” she paled, walking beside him, “I will change.” “That was what you said last year,” he eyed her. “Ehn… I am trying. I will change completely. Just keep praying for me.” He hissed again and walked briskly out of the compound. She followed him and stood by him, on the side walk. Edet looked around for a bike. “Oga Edet…” “Kaosara, I will see you when I come back.” “When are you coming back?” she looked up at him, hoping he wouldn’t stay out late that day. He sighed heavily. “I don’t know,” he stopped a bike man driving past. “Oga Edet…” “Kaosara, I will be back,” he got on the bike and directed the driver. His neighbor folded her arms across her heavy bosom and watched the bike speed away. Xxxxxx Uduak opened the door and allowed his elder brother to come in. Edet greeted his parents and settled on an empty seat. He noticed someone else in the sitting room. The dark skinned, average height young man was seated beside his younger brother, Udoh. “Have you eaten?” Edidiong asked her first son. “No, I came immediately after I closed from the shop,” Edet responded. He was beginning to feel hungry. “I made vegetable soup. I can make garri for you, so that you can eat,” she got up immediately. “Don’t bother. I am headed to Edua’s place when I leave here.” Edidiong glanced at her husband, then sat back beside him. Etim cleared his throat. “It is good you came immediately. Something came up and you need to hear it with your own ears.” Edet nodded, looking at his father. “Okay.” “Kasali, speak up,” he faced his younger sons’ colleague. Everyone looked at the dark skinned young man. Kasali cleared his throat and leaned forward. “About two, three years ago, I drove my uncle to a party on the island. His driver was very sick and I offered to take him to the party.” Edet folded his arms across his chest and listened to the young man. “At the party, there was a very pretty young lady, seductively dressed, dancing with every man at the party. After a while, she settled in a hotel room and my uncle and several other men took turns to visit her.” Edet frowned. He could discern where the conversation was leading to. “Uduak and Udoh showed me a picture of a beautiful woman today at work. I recognized her immediately. She looked a bit different, but, I can swear on my mother’s grave that she was the same girl I saw at that party,” Kasali coughed thrice. Edet glanced at his younger brothers. They were both staring at him too. “They told me that she is your fiancée and I told them about the party,” Kasali looked directly at Edet. “Thank you Kasali, you may go,” Edet addressed the young man. “Thanks sir,” the dark skinned man jumped to his feet and dashed out of the house as if he was chased by a thousand demons. Edet looked from his parents to his younger brothers. They were all staring at him, waiting for him to respond. “Edua Imasogie is now a born-again Christian. Her past is past,” he informed them. Edidiong dropped her jaw in shock. Etim blinked several times and stared at his son. “Are you saying that you knew?” “Yes, I know everything about the past of the woman I am going to spend the rest of my life with,” he looked back at his perplexed father. “Jesus Christ! Edet has killed me o!” Edidiong began to wail. She could hardly believe that the story was actually true. It baffled her that her first son knew that his fiancée was a prostitute and he was still willing to marry her. “What are you saying young man?” Etim faced his son. He was finding it hard to believe that his son knew about the girl’s past and he was still willing to tie the knot with her. “Look, Edua has changed. She was forced into that terrible lifestyle. She came out of it and she is a different person now. You all saw her during the weekend, does she look like a slut to you?” he looked from one person to the other. “No, no, no, brother,” Uduak got up and challenged his elder brother. “What are you saying? You want to marry a cheap prostitute. Have you really thought of the stigma, the kinds of diseases and bad luck she can bring to your life?” Edet eyed his younger brother. He knew the boy wouldn’t understand. “You cannot marry that girl, brother. It is not possible. Do you know what people will say? By tomorrow, everyone in the factory will know that our brother wants to marry a common LovePeddler,” Udoh got up and stood beside Uduak. “Did I tell you to go and advertise my fiancée at your place of work?” Edet eyed his younger brothers. “You cannot be serious,” Etim looked him up and down. The boy’s determination unnerved him. Edet glanced at his father. “Dad, I love Edua. She is the woman I am going to spend the rest of my life with.” The man began to shake his head. “I do not think you have thought this through.” “I have dad,” he tried to assure him. “No, I don’t believe you. I don’t think you know what you are getting yourself into.” “Yes, I do dad.” “No, you don’t,” Etim snapped, feeling exasperated. “What rubbish are you spilling out of your mouth?!” his mother lashed out at him. Edet leaned against the chair, completely overwhelmed by his family’s disposition towards his fiancée. “Over my dead body. No son of mine will get married to a slut,” she scowled at her first son. “I have already made up my mind,” he met her glare. “You better change your mind Edet,” Etim pointed an angry finger at him. “You better start thinking straight. This your wedding is officially cancelled.” Edet looked from one parent to the other. He could see that they were not going to compromise, neither was he ready to back down. “You cannot cancel my wedding. I am going to get married to Edua,” he informed them all to their dismay. “It seems as if she has already given you something to eat,” Edidiong got to her feet, “You better vomit it now. We are not going to sit here and allow you to make the biggest mistake of your life.” “You cannot marry that girl. My decision is final!” Etim frowned at his first son. “You cannot take that kind of decision father,” he tried to speak calmly. “Yes, I can! I have taken it and nothing can change it!” Etim began to boil with anger. “Brother, you better receive brain,” Uduak eyed his elder brother. “Dad and mum has spoken. You cannot marry that first class prostitute,” Udoh added quickly. “Yes, I can. I am going to marry Edua,” he glanced at his younger brothers. “You are joking! Look here young man, you can never marry that girl,” Edidiong screamed at her son. “No son of mine will bring shame to this family. I will not allow you to drag our family’s name in the mud. If you dare me, I will disown you!” Etim jumped to his feet. “Fine, disown me. I am going to marry her and nobody can stop me,” Edet got up and walked out of the house. Uduak and Udoh watched him leave. Shocked and pained by his stubbornness. “Eeeeeeh! This boy has killed me o! Who will come to my aid o! Who is going to deliver him from that witch of a girl? Jesus o! Holy Ghost fire!” Edidiong collapsed on the floor and started to weep. It dawned on her that her son was bent on marrying the girl and it would be impossible to deter him from his love quest. Etim sat back on the chair, visibly shaken. He was disappointed at his first son’s attitude and decision to have his way, despite their adamant refusal. He realized that nothing was going to change the young man’s mind. They might as well allow him to marry the girl and deal with the consequences of his actions on his own. To be continued...

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CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR Edua opened the front door and allowed her fiancé into the apartment. He was almost three hours late and she had already given up hope of seeing him that night. She had gotten out of her outing clothes an hour and half ago and changed into an oversized short-sleeve white tee-shirt and a pair of fitted navy blue shorts. When the doorbell rang, she thought it was her neighbor or someone from the Estate, but had been shocked when she found her fiancé at her doorstep. “Do you have any food in this house?” he marched into the flat and settled on the two settee. He breathed out loudly, feeling completely spent and drained. He wanted to return home after visiting his parents, but, changed his mind. Even if he might have to postpone their outing, he still wanted to see the love of his life that night. “Yes, I have melon soup and there is garri, semovita and wheat,” she noticed the tired look on his face. He looked as if the weight of the whole world was on his shoulders. “Please make me garri, fast please, I am famished,” he picked up the remote of the television set on the center table and began to scroll through the channels on the DSTV bouquet. He needed to distract his mind from the unpleasant thoughts that submerged him. Edua wanted to ask him if everything was fine on his end, but, decided to make his food first before bombarding him with her apprehensive questions. “Okay, dinner is coming up,” she glanced at the wall clock. It was forty-eight minutes past nine. She walked briskly towards the kitchen, glanced back at him and observed that he was engrossed in the CNN channel. She marched into the kitchen, opened the fridge and brought out the soup container. She hurried to the table top gas cooker, switched it on and reached out for one of the pots hanging above the sink. In less than fifteen minutes, a heap of hot steaming garri was ready in a plate beside a bowl of melon soup garnished with dried fish, pomo and goat meat. She carried the tray of food into the sitting room and placed it on the center table. Edet drew the table closer and dived into the meal without washing his hands. His fiancée opened her mouth in surprise, then closed it, making up her mind not to say anything. Her fiancé was acting weird by the minute, but she concluded that he was probably very hungry. She went back to the kitchen and returned with a bottle of water, a glass cup and a small basin of water. She placed the cup and the basin on the table, opened the bottle and filled the glass cup with water. She positioned the bottle beside the cup and took a seat beside him. Edet ate all the food without leaving any leftover. He drained the glass cup, refilled it and gulped down the water again. He washed his hands, sighed heavily and leaned against the chair. He could feel her intent gaze boring a hole in his face. He turned his head and met her curious stare. “The food was delicious,” he tried to smile, but, it didn’t reach his eyes. “Thank you,” she tried to smile too, but, couldn’t. She was beginning to perceive that something was up. Her fiancé wasn’t his normal self that day. “I am sorry I came late. I had to see my parents…” he cleared his throat. She nodded, “You told me. Is everything okay?” “They are fine. Everybody is just fine,” he fell silent and returned his attention to the television set. She watched him closely and noted the sad look in his eyes. Her heart missed a beat. She became more than sure that something was going on and she wished he would just open up to her. “Edet…” she moved closer to him. He glanced at her and saw the agitation in her light brown eyes. He breathed out loudly and took her by the hand. He made up his mind to tell her everything that was bothering him. “One of my brothers’ colleague at the factory they worked saw your picture on their phones and he recognized you.” Edua blinked several times. “He claimed that he saw you at a party he took his uncle to. He said you were dancing with most of the men and …” his throat went dry, he averted her inquisitive eyes and swallowed hard. “… and he saw you go into one of the hotel rooms. He said his uncle and several other men visited you in that room,” his pale gaze returned to her shocked ones. Her lips began to tremble as she tried to speak, but, no words came out. She had attended so many of those kinds of parties with her mother in the past. She couldn’t remember the one his brothers’ colleague was talking about. “My brothers are livid and my parents want me to cancel the wedding,” he kept staring at her. She dropped her head and pressed her lips together as the unshed tears in her eyes stung her. When will her past life stop disrupting her future? She couldn’t imagine how the Udemes felt that night, but, she was sure that they don’t want anything to do with her again. They were not the only family who had rejected her. What was she going to tell her grandparents? They were already preparing for the wedding. Her paternal grandfather’s brother was already asking for details about the introduction, traditional wedding and the church wedding. What was she going to tell him? She pulled her hand away from his grip and placed it on her head. Was this the end of her relationship with Edet? Was their wedding truly cancelled? She thought she had found the man that accepted her past, present and future, but, now, everything looked bleak. “Edua…” She raised her head and looked back at him. “No one is going to stop me from getting married to you,” the assurance in his eyes melted her heart. Her eyes widened in surprise. She thought he was going to yield to the decision of his parents. “I love you and I am going to spend the rest of my life with you, come rain, come shine, till death do us part,” his intent gaze remained on her face. She blinked and allowed the tears to flow freely. Joy flooded her entire being, from the crown of her head, to the soles of her feet. She could hardly believe what he was saying. “Your mum isn’t going to be at our wedding, my parents and brothers too. It doesn’t matter. I will speak to some of my relatives. I believe I can find someone who will be willing to represent my parents,” he wiped her wet face with the back of his hand. “I am so sorry…” “Hey, it isn’t your fault. Life happens to everyone,” he drew her close and placed a hand around her shoulder. She leaned into him and rested her head on his chest, comforted by his words and certain that everything was going to work out for their good. “My parents and siblings are just concerned for me. They love me and want the best for me, but, I decide who I marry. I decide who I want to spend the rest of my life with. My mind is made up and no one can change it,” he stated as a matter of fact. She breathed out loudly and began to pray within. She asked God to soften the hearts of every member of his family and make them see her for who she was now, and not through the mirror of her ugly past. “It is going to be all right,” he sighed heavily, physically and emotional exhausted. “Everything is going to work out for our good,” she chimed in with confidence. “Yes, yes…” He felt the vibration of his phone in his pocket. He pulled it out and noticed that the caller was his father. He thought of cutting the call. He didn’t want to argue with the man again. “It’s my dad.” She glanced up at him, heart beat accelerating. “Give me a moment,” he got up and walked into the kitchen. Edua wrapped her arms around herself and began to pray quietly. Edet picked the call and leaned against the refrigerator in the kitchen. “Hello…” “Edet, are you home?” “No.” “Your mother and I have talked at length about this situation. We even called our Pastor and he contributed his own advice.” Edet groaned and placed a hand on his forehead. He didn’t like the fact that his parents had reported him to their pastor. Who else were they going to call? It didn’t matter. No one had the power to change his mind. “We have sat down with your brothers and we all concluded that it is your life. You can do whatever you want with it, but, remember that we all warned you.” He sighed with relief, closed his eyes, thanking God for settling the disagreement he had with his family promptly. “We are not happy about your headstrong decision to marry this girl, but, we won’t stand in your way either.” “Thank you sir.” “As a family, we will give you all the necessary support you need.” “Thank you sir,” he felt greatly relieved. “I pray that God will strengthen you and give you the wisdom you need as you embark on this journey.” “Amen!” “This is another phase in your life young man. Marriage is not child’s play.” “I understand dad.” “It’s okay. May God continually be with you. Have a good night.” “And you too dad.” The line went static. “Eh! Thank you Jesus!” Edet fell on his knees and began to praise and worship his God. Edua hurried into the kitchen, hoping that he was okay. She heard him shouting and thought he was arguing with someone on the phone, but, found him on his knees in her kitchen praising God. “Edet…” He turned around and saw her standing by the doorway looking concerned. “God is indeed faithful,” he smiled at her. “My dad, my mum, everybody has consented. They are going to support us,” he beamed. She placed a hand over her mouth in shock. “I don’t know how God did it, but, this is fast. This is an instantaneous miracle,” happy tears gathered in his eyes. She walked up to him and went down on her knees, unable to say a word and overwhelmed with gratitude. “We are getting married baby,” he drew her into his arms. She chuckled and placed both hands around his neck, soothed by his embrace. “Oh God… you are just too much,” Edet looked up at the ceiling. Edua pressed her lips together and thanked God in her heart for answered prayers. She had no idea that he was going to sort everything out so quickly. She was happy and excited. God had indeed touched the hearts of her in-laws-to-be.

hmmmm thank God

Glory be to God, d only problem is Edua's mother

God indeed works in mysterious ways.

thank God

@senatordaniel why are you claiming what you are not, this is the work of shewrite in nairaland and you are here claiming the writer, some people ee

@chimmy shewrite take permission from me

Thank God

Glory to God

@senatordaniel then why is it that you only post new episode only when she post hers. I don't have any problem about it just that I hate people claiming what they are not

@chimmy am speechless no more explanation

chimmy wrote:

@senatordaniel why are you claiming what you are not, this is the work of shewrite in n-------d and you are here claiming the writer, some people ee

I think so

senator daniel wrote:

@chimmy am speechless no more explanation

Post another episode b4 her to prove you own the story @senatordaniel

Move It Man..

why una dey attack our senator na @jummybabe @confidencechiamaka09yahoo-com

oga abeg ride on

you are very right @jummybabe let him post before her but I know he won't because he's not the writer

E no concern me on who dey write the story.... My own be say the story is interesting and i will like dayly updates... ?

Enermys of prograss

am sorry for not updating this story regular but I promise to make it up to u guys

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CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE written by shewrites The wind made a howling sound, blowing fiercely and causing the aluminum roof to shake as if it was being yanked off. The darkened sky made the neighbourhood to look greyish, turning morning into noon. The thought that it was going to rain was in everyone’s mind. School children hurried down the street, shop owners began to think twice about closing their stores, people heading to their different work places, arguing and fighting by the sidewalk, in disagreement about who called the motor cycle rider first. Those who couldn’t wait quickened their steps, hurrying towards the junction to get a motor bike ride, or board the Keke Napep or hopefully get a bus heading to their destination. Edua strolled into the sitting room, switched on the light bulb, closed the opened windows, and sat beside her husband on the settee directly opposite the flat screen television. “Aren’t you going to the shop today?” she looked at him briefly and directed her gaze at the television set. Her husband had already taken his bath and eaten his breakfast. She wondered why he was still in a pair of blue shorts and a short-sleeve white tee-shirt. He should have changed into his work clothes by now. The sooner he left the house, the better for her. There were a lot of programs she wanted to watch and she wasn’t ready to share the television with him that morning. “I don’t feel like going anywhere today. I came in late last night and I want to rest. My boys are capable of handling the current jobs at the shop. They will call me when there is an emergency,” he lifted his bare feet and placed it on the center table. She groaned inwardly and eyed the DSTV remote in his hand. Her husband had a habit of monopolizing the television whenever he was home. She wished and prayed that one of his apprentice will call him that very moment. “I think the rain is falling elsewhere,” he looked towards the closed window. She placed her head on his chest. “But the wind has been blowing anyhow in the area since morning.” “That’s nature for you. There was a day that I was in Ojota, it started to rain and I got drenched. I boarded a bus and by the time we got to Anthony bridge, the sun was blazing.” She chuckled and nodded with understanding. She remembered witnessing something like that in the past year. “It wasn’t funny. People were just staring at us as if we were aliens.” She started to laugh harder. She could imagine how people reacted when they saw them. “It was a crazy day,” he held the DSTV remote and flipped from one channel to the other. She didn’t like the way he kept changing channels every sixty seconds and it was beginning to irritate her. “Leave it on the Telemundo or Zee World channel,” she suggested, although she knew he was going to protest. “You and who?” he turned to look at her and eyed her. He doubted if he would ever be able to understand some women’s obsession to the likes of all these channels. She hissed and folded her arms across her full chest. “When I get a job, the first thing I am going to buy is a television.” Edet burst into laughter. He was more than sure that a television would be at the bottom of their list of things to buy by the time she gained employment. “If my flat screen television had not fallen while I was moving my things out of my flat in Dolphin Estate, at least we would have placed it in the bedroom,” she complained. The guy she hired to help her carry her things out of the flat miscalculated a step while carrying her television. It came crashing down on the tiled floor and the fall rendered it irreparable. He gave her shoulder a gentle squeeze. “Don’t worry. I will buy another television soon. Then you can watch all the Telemundo and Zee World soap operas that you want.” “Promise?” she met his teasing stare. “Edua abeg free me. Buying another television is not on our ‘To Do’ list at the moment,” he turned away and focused on the Sports channel he was watching. She hissed again and tried to get up. He grabbed her by the elbow, pulling her back to a sitting position. “Where are you going?” he noticed her pale face. He could tell that she was upset. “Leave me jor,” she tried freeing her hand from his firm grip. Since she couldn’t watch her favourite channels, she might as well watch some of the movies she downloaded on her laptop. “I cannot leave you, biko. My Princess, my special Beauty Queen, the only one I love,” he placed a loving hand around her shoulders. “Oya let’s watch Telemundo,” she reached out for the DSTV remote. He placed the remote out of her reach. “Manipulation is the highest form of witchcraft,” he eyed her again. “Now you are calling me a witch,” she accused him. “I didn’t call…” The door-bell rang, cutting him off. “I hope that’s one of your boys. The television is all mine, hallelujah!” she raised her hands in excitement. He hissed and got up, hoping it wasn’t any of his boys. He wasn’t ready to resume work that morning. “It might be Kaosara.” Her brows came together in a frown. She hoped it wasn’t Kaosara at the door. Their nosy neighbor had been a menace. The lady was a chronic borrower and beggar. If wishes were horses, they would have rented another apartment several months’ ago, but the money her husband was expecting didn’t come through. She picked up the DSTV remote her husband dropped on the chair and changed the channel. “I am sure she is the one. That girl ehn…” Edet sauntered to the front door and peeped through the door-hole. The person he saw standing outside their door made him gap in shock. He turned back to look at his wife. “Edua…” “Hmm…” she placed her legs on the center table and propped her back with a pillow. “Edua…” he called her again. “What? Is she the one? Don’t open the door. Let her keep ringing the bell,” she concentrated on the soap opera she was watching. “It’s your mum.” She looked at him quickly. “What did you say?” “Your mum is at the door.” She blinked several times. Was it possible? “Are you sure?” He looked through the door-hole again. “She is the one.” The door-bell rang again. Edua got up hastily and hurried to the door. She peeped through the door-hole and saw her mother standing outside. Her heart missed a beat. What did the woman want? How did she find them? Her mother didn’t bother to attend the introduction or the traditional wedding or their church wedding. Her maternal grandparents called her and spoke to her at length, yet she stuck to her guns like a stubborn goat and refused to show up. “What’s she doing here? How did she find us?” she glanced at her husband. “Why are you asking me JAMB questions?” he returned her worried gaze. He had no idea how the woman found them. The last time they saw her was the day they went to her house to invite her for their wedding. Edua took a deep breath, unlocked and opened the door. She folded her arms against her chest and frowned at the woman she called mother. Adesua sighed with relief when she saw the girl. A moment ago, she thought she had been ringing the bell on the wrong door. Her smile began to fade when she sized her up. The girl looked distractingly thinner and tanned. Gone was her glowing smooth fair skin, her irresistible beauty and mind blowing physique that drove many men crazy. Now she looked ordinary, like every girl next door. “Can I help you?” she noticed the disapproving look in her mother’s eyes. Adesua met her unfriendly stare and cleared her throat, “Can I… at least, can I come in?” “No,” her emotionless tone didn’t surprise the woman. She had no intention of allowing her mother into her home. As far as she was concerned, Adesua Ayenkegbe wasn’t welcome. “I know that you are upset…” “That is an understatement,” she interrupted the woman. “What kind of mother shuns her only daughter’s wedding?” She looked away and sighed heavily. “I… I wanted to punish you.” Edua gapped in astonishment. “Punish me?! For what? What did I do?” the ache in her heart magnified. Adesua met her daughter’s sad and displeased gaze. “I know I made a mistake. I should have been there for you.” “Mistake my foot!” her voice hit the roof. Edet joined his wife by the door and pulled her into the apartment. “Please come in,” he addressed his mother-in-law. “Thank you,” she walked in and closed the door behind her. “Keep your voice down. The whole house will hear you,” he cautioned his wife and made her to sit down beside him. Adesua cringed at the sight of the apartment. It reminded her of the place she rented when she relocated to Lagos with her daughter after the burial of her late husband. “Please sit down,” Edet feigned a smile. “Thank you,” she forced a smile and took a seat beside theirs. “Can we offer you a drink? Soft drink? Fruit juice? Water?” he suggested. “No, no thank you,” she declined and glanced at her daughter who was still glaring at her. “What can we do for you?” Edet asked her after a moment of silence. Adesua directed her observant gaze at her son-in-law. She had not gotten over the fact that her daughter settled for a mere Motor Mechanic. He was beneath their social class. He wasn’t in their league at all. How was he going to take care of her? What happens when the children start to arrive? She was determined not to stand by and watch her daughter suffer. She was going to do everything humanly possible to try and convince her to partner with her in her thriving business. She cleared her throat. “I… I am so sorry. I apologize for not attending the wedding,” she looked from one to the other. “Apology not accepted,” Edua lashed out. Edet pinched her on the thigh. “Ouch! What was that for?” she glared at him. He eyed her and remained tight-lipped. Adesua cleared her throat again. “I am actually happy for both of you.” They turned to look at her. The doubt in their eyes was evident. “I wish both of you a blissful life together,” she got up slowly, “I came with a wedding present. It is outside.” Edet and his wife exchanged stares. They were not expecting anything from her. The wedding gift was a surprise to them. “But, if you ever want to start over, I have a lot of clients who will pay through their noses to spend time with you,” she addressed her daughter. Edet frowned at the woman and got up quickly. So did his wife. Edua felt like throwing her out of the house, but, composed herself. After all, the woman was about to leave. “Thanks, but, no thanks mother.” “I know a lot of girls who came back, even after marriage and giving birth to children,” she stressed. “Don’t count on that. I am a happily married woman now. Nothing is going to change that,” her tone remained firm. Adesua laughed mockingly. “You call this happy?” her eyes darted about the room, filled with disgust. “Small beginnings mother. We will strike gold sooner than you think.” “I pray you come to your senses soon, I will be in touch,” she smiled at her daughter, then glanced back at Edet. She noticed the angry look in his eyes. She could tell that he didn’t appreciate her attempt to cajole his wife. She dropped an envelope on the center table and headed for the door. Edet went after her and shut the door. “Your mother needs help,” he turned to look at his wife. Her gaze fell on the brown envelope on the table. “Tell me about it. I almost threw her out of the house.” He chuckled, “I know. I saw the look on your face. On a more serious note, you need to pray for her. She is completely lost.” “It is only God that can save her,” she picked up the envelope and opened it. “What’s in it?” he walked up to her. She brought out a set of car keys. “Wow! Okay, okay, this wedding gift might make it easier to forgive your mother.” She punched him on the shoulder. “You are not serious.” “Come, let’s go check the car out,” he grabbed the car keys and hurried to the door. Edua ran after her husband. They made their way out of the building and found a new navy blue Toyota Camry parked outside the building. “Wow! It is a 2016 model. Your mother no dey fall hand sha,” he ran his hand over the vehicle. “Let’s take a ride. It’s being a long while since I have driven a very good car,” she suggested. “Okay Princess,” he opened the driver’s seat and hopped in. Edua jumped in after him and shut the door. “Where do you want to go?” his excited stare observed her happy face. “Anywhere darling,” she winked at him. “Okay. Iet’s go Mr. Biggs come back. I think I get small change for my pocket. How does ice-cream sound?” “I am so game. Let’s go there.” Edet started the engine of the vehicle. “Oga Edet! Madam Edua! Na this be your new car. Ah! We go wash am o!” Kaosara hurried to the driver’s window. The couple exchanged glances. “This car is so fine. God must butter my bread this year,” she peeped through the window. “Kaosara we dey go out. Later now,” he tried to discharge her. “Wait, wait, drop me for junction. I want to buy something under the bridge,” she moved to the back seat door. Edua placed a hand on her forehead and shook her head. “Should we drop her?” he glanced at his wife. She remained mum, trying not to think about anything, yet several thoughts flooded her mind. “Oga Edet, make una open the door now,” Kaosara pulled at the locked door. “Princess?” “Do we have a choice? Once I get a new job, we are definitely moving out of this house.” Edet began to laugh. “I hear you. First, television, now a new apartment.” “There is nothing God cannot do,” she folded her arms across her chest. He continued to laugh. Kaosara climbed into the vehicle and sat down majestically.

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Kao your own too much......haba

@senatordaniel thanks for the Invitation

@senator: tnx for d invites,, I Hav almost forgotten dat dis story is still running

Still observing..

@senatorDaniel thanks for the invitation

hahahaha,, but does adesua think edua will still come back to dat business?

nice one

@softtouch and @repentance u guys are invited

@senatordaniel thanks for the invite na u try pass

this their neighbour na war!!

Adesua you are an asshole

thanks for the IV senator

Senator@ welldon for de ivg, i appreciate

Nawa 4 dis kasawra girl.

Edua ur mum seriously need prayer.

This kaosaora get problem

Following you

Kao kao your own too much

Edua this ur mother is insane o, she want u back in the business can't she take no for an answer.

adesua is completely sold out to the devil. instead of her joining her daughter in the Lord she's trying to pull her backwards. if I were them I wouldn't accept the car, maybe it's a trap to make them backslide bt I trust God will lead them through

please can you now upload new episodes this story is now taking long.

CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX She smoothened the knee-length A-shaped navy blue pleated skirt with her wet palms and adjusted one of the buttons on her suit. She tried not to look at the Personnel Manager, her interviewer for the past three weeks, as he perused the documents in front of him. She was nervous and was trying hard not to show it. She had undergone five levels of interviews and tests in the past week and had been short-listed for instant employment by the multi-national company. Her joy had known no bounds when she got the text message some days ago. Finally, she was going to be able to support her husband financially. She would also be able to take care of herself and stop depending on him for everything. Even though he wasn’t complaining, she wanted to be financially independent. “You are expected to resume at the Human Resources department next week Monday,” he raised his head and met her excited gaze. She nodded in delight. “Yes, sir. Thank you sir.” “Don’t thank me yet,” he leaned against the black leather chair, “There is one more thing,” his dark eyes sized her up. She raised an eyebrow, speculating whether there was going to be another test or a final interview. “Is there going to be another test?” she asked quickly, hoping that wasn’t the case. The man grinned, “Maybe,” his dark gaze settled on her chest. Subconsciously, she checked herself. The white blouse she wore beneath the suit covered her up, revealing no ounce of flesh. She looked back at the man and noticed that he was still staring at the upper part of her body. “Come and sit here,” he tapped his thighs. She blinked several times, shocked by his request. What was wrong with the man? Why does he want her to come and sit on his laps? Whatever for? What has sitting on his laps got to do with her employment? “Don’t waste my time,” he tapped his thighs again, his voice was firmer this time around. “Sir, I am a happily married woman,” she folded her arms across her chest. “So?” he looked her up and down, as if she was naïve. “Sir, I cannot sit on your laps,” she eyed him, finding his request ludicrous. “This is your employment letter,” he picked up a brown envelope and waved it in the air. She glanced at the envelope, then back at him. “I can tear the letter and delete your information from our system, then replace you with a willing candidate.” Her light brown eyes widened in amazement. She could hardly believe that the man would actually tear her letter up. Was he insane? “This company is offering to pay you eighty thousand naira monthly, with an allowance of about twenty thousand naira every month. Think wisely and come and sit on my laps,” he demanded. She looked back at him and swallowed hard. Earning about a hundred thousand naira monthly was like a dream come true. It would go a long way. If she saved some money every month, she and her husband would be able to move out of their one- bedroom apartment and into a new place before their rent was due that year. They would also be able to do so many other things with the money. “Edua Udeme…” The man’s voice brought her out of her reverie. “Em… Sir, I am a born again Christian,” she emphasized the last word. He started to laugh. “I am also a Christian. Okay look,” he glanced at his black leather wrist-watch, “It is my lunch time already. We can drive down to a motel down the street, eat, then get down to business. In less than two hours, the deed is done.” Her brows came together in a frown. The fact that he called himself a Christian annoyed her. She doubted if he was truly saved. No amount of money was capable of persuading her to sleep with another man. She loved her husband and she loved God. She wasn’t going to ruin her marriage and sin against her maker all because of one job that could be taken from her when she least expected it. “Mrs. Udeme, let’s go,” he got up quickly and shut down his computer system. Edua cleared her throat and looked up at him. “Sir, this is unfair.” He grabbed his car keys, the brown envelope and his mobile phones. “My dear, life is unfair to us all.” “I cannot do this sir.” “Don’t worry, I will be gentle with you. You are not a virgin. Your husband has been having a filled day with you all this while. All am asking is for a piece of the action,” he smiled at her and headed straight for the door. She sighed heavily and lifted her weight off the leather chair. “Sir, please give me my employment letter.” The Personnel Manager halted at the door and turned to look at her. Her rejection was beginning to annoy him. “Sir, please.” “I can see that you are a very unserious person,” his eyes became red. “Sir, please,” she went on her knees, hoping that he would listen to her. “Get out of my office!” his voice echoed through the walls. “Sir…” “I said out!” he shouted at her. He had been daydreaming of how he was going to eat her all up once they got to the motel. The fact that things were not aligning to his plans made him irritable. “Sir, please,” tears gathered in her eyes. The man dropped his mobile phones and car keys on the shelf beside the door, opened the brown envelope and tore the content into tiny little pieces. “Jesus!” she shouted, hardly able to contain her surprise. “Out! Or else I will call the security men and have them bundle you out of the building,” he glared at her. She staggered to her feet and made her way out of his office. Blinded by tears, she found her way to the elevator. She kept thinking about what happened in the man’s office. She wondered if there was a better way she could have handled the situation. What was she going to do now? The thought of hitting the streets in search of another job made her groan in pain. A few weeks ago, her husband made an offer. He wanted her to join him at the Mechanic shop as an administrative staff. She rejected the offer because she wanted to do something useful with her university degree. She didn’t like the idea of working at the shop. Thinking about it now, she might as well go work for her husband. He might not be able to pay her the kind of money she deserved, but, at least, she would be able to foot some of her personal bills. It was also better than sitting at home all day watching Telemundo and Zee World channels. Working with her husband might also attract well-paying customers, coupled with the fact that her husband was good with what he did, his dreams of owning a famous well-recognized automobile shop, patronized by the high and mighty in the society could come true sooner than they planned. She sighed heavily, dabbed her wet eyes with a handkerchief and exited the elevator when it got to the ground floor. She walked out of the building and headed for the main gate. She checked her hand bag and counted the money she had left. It would be enough to take her home, but not enough for another job-hunting spree. She scratched a spot on her braided hair and thought of when she was going to be able to re-do her hair. The braided hair was three months already and her scalp had begun to itch like hell. Edua stood by the roadside, looking left then right, watching the commercial buses that drove past and listening to the conductors. If she could get a bus heading to Obalende, she would be able to get another one heading to Anthony bridge from there. The loud honk of a vehicle slowing down beside her got her attention. She stepped backwards and took a good look at the driver of the red coloured Honda Element car. Recognition hit her almost immediately. The lady was one of her old friends. “Bimbo?” “Beauty is that you?” the dark skinned lady squinted her eyes. She nodded in confirmation and smiled. “My goodness! You have changed! When I saw you, I wasn’t sure that it was you.” “Change is a constant thing girl.” “Hop in. Where are you going?” Edua reached out for the passenger door and climbed into the car. Bimbo kept staring at her and shaking her head in amazement. “What?” Edua looked back at her friend. “You have really changed. Look at you,” her eyes ran all over her. “You are not as fair as I remembered, you have slimmed down, there is little or no make-up on your face, look at your hair. What’s going on girlfriend?” Edua smiled and turned away. “Long story.” “Okay, okay. We need to hang out and talk then. Where are you heading to right now?” “Home.” “Dolphin Estate, right?” She shook her head, “No, I stay at Anthony Village now.” “Since when?” shocked gaze. “Since I got married eight months ago.” “What?!” Edua kept smiling. “You! Married?” she pointed a doubting finger at her old friend. She nodded in confirmation. “Unbelievable,” she sized her up, feeling greatly jealous. She swerved the car back to the road and joined the traffic. She had not been able to find a suitable suitor and every time she tried to force men to marry her by getting pregnant, she ended up aborting it due to their lack of commitment. “I saw your Unisex Saloon advert on Facebook some years ago,” Edua changed the subject immediately when she saw the envious look in her old friend’s eyes. “Oh, yes. I have three of those saloons now,” Bimbo beamed with pride. “Wow! Good for you girlfriend,” she was genuinely happy for her. “What are you doing around here?” Her friend’s corporate attire ignited her curiousity. “Job hunting.” “As in?” she caught a glimpse of her friend then returned her attention to the busy road. “Searching for a white collar job,” Edua looked out the window. “I don’t understand. I thought you were in partnership with your mother.” “I don’t do those kind of runs anymore.” Bimbo glanced at her, tempted to assume the worst. “Explain.” “I am now a born again spirit filled Christian. I have given my entire life to God completely.” Bimbo burst out in laughter. “I remember there was a day you called me. I know you said something along that line, but, I thought you were blabbing or probably, you’ve lost your mind.” “I am far from losing my mind girl,” she met her concerned gaze. “This is ridiculous. Why have you decided to suffer and rot away like this? Take a good look at yourself. This is a far cry from the Beauty I used to know. The girl I rocked the town with.” Edua remained mum. “Look, I have a kind of get-together tonight at Sheraton Hotel. I want you to come. There are some business men who came into town recently. They are based in the United States and they want to have fun. We will give them a good time and split the cash fifty-fifty. Okay?” She began to shake her head in disagreement. “You need to take care of yourself girlfriend, haba.” “Bimbo, please. I don’t…” “Don’t be stupid. Let’s meet up at Sheraton by six in the evening. The men will arrive by eight. We will have more than enough time to prepare for them, like old times,” she winked at her. “Bimbo…” “Case closed,” she held the steering wheel with one hand and deep the other hand into her bag and brought out a wad of naira notes. She threw it on her friend’s laps and grabbed the wheel with both hands. Edua stared at the wad of naira notes on her laps. “What’s this for?” “I want you to make yourself presentable tonight. You must look good, okay?” “Bimbo…” “Is it okay if I drop you at Obalende?” “Yes, yes, thanks.” “Great,” she looked around for a place to park the car. “See you later then.” “Later girl,” she kept the money in her bag and got down from the vehicle. “Bye!” Bimbo waved at her and drove off. “Bye,” Edua waved back at her.

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Senator daniel@ dis ur update too small.

The ball is in your court now EDUA

Pls don't fall to d temptation of the devil. Edua u see how God dey do things, God knw u need money so He send her to dash u dat one. Just thank God 4 d money go home prepare beta food and settle 4 d option of working with ur husband.

edua, on no acct should u Hav anytin to do with Ur frnds of d past, dey Hav nothing to offer you Dan to drag u back to Ur vomit, no matter wat,,,, God dat called u is still on d throne and he will not call you to suffer... your mother dat suppose to think abt wat she did to u as a girl-child,, and try all her best to set things right and try to seek Ur forgiveness is even worst Dan dos frnds,,, so abstain from dem all

Collecting the money frm her is not good at all, it gives her the impresion that u will come

Edua pls don't go oooo

nice pls keep it rolling

HOPE YOU DIDNT BACK TO YOUR FORMAL WAY OF LIFE

CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN Edet wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand. His apprentices gathered around, watching him as he worked on the vehicle. He caught the glimpse of his wife the instant she walked into the shop, baring a small basket covered with a pink napkin. He wiped his dirty hands on the grease stained overall, pulled it off and went in after her. “Hi,” he walked into the corner space that served as his private office. “Hi,” she placed the basket on top of the table and brought out a food flask, a bottle of water and a pack of juice. “I was about coming home to prepare lunch for myself. I wasn’t sure when you were going to get home,” he settled down on one of the chairs by the wooden table. “I got home about half an hour ago,” she dished the food into a flat plate. “I trust you have eaten already,” he teased her. “Before nko.” He collected the plate of food and laughed quietly. She filled the glass with the fruit juice and sat down on the chair opposite his. “Where is the employment letter they gave you?” he spoke between mouthfuls. She folded her arms across her bosom and sighed heavily. The scene at the Personnel Manager’s office flashed through her mind’s eye. “Princess?” he observed her tired and sad facial expression. “He tore my employment letter into pieces and vowed to delete my information from their system,” tears gathered in her eyes. Edet swallowed the food in his mouth. A series of thoughts ran through his mind as he processed what she was saying. “He wanted me to sleep with him. When I refused, he tore my letter,” she began to sob. The tears she had been holding back since she left the multi-national company came streaming down her fair smooth face. He placed the half-eaten plate of food on the table, drained his glass of juice, got up and pulled his wife to her feet, into his warm embrace. “That man, whoever he was, he is an ape. A baboon that needs to be castrated. He is a devil’s incarnate who wanted to reap where he has not sown. They can eat the job for all I care. Wipe your tears, the God who is always on time will show up for you, okay?” She nodded quickly, comforted by his assuring words. “Relax, God dey,” he let her go and sat back on his seat. “Thank you,” she wiped her wet face with the back of her hand and sat back on her chair. Edet picked up his plate of food and resumed eating. “I have told you to come and work for me. I might not pay you up to thirty thousand naira monthly, but, at least, it is something.” She sighed heavily. “I have already thought about it,” she directed her gaze at him. “Good, then you can start tomorrow,” he refilled the glass with the fruit juice. “Okay,” she believed that with time, he was going to double her pay. “This office is in a total mess. I have a lot of paper work that I have not sorted out in a long time due to procrastination,” he complained. She looked around the office space and noticed several dusty cartons filled with Accounting ledgers, Receipt booklets, and many other documents. “Just take your time and help me get things in order,” he looked back at her. “Okay, I will try my best boss man.” He chuckled and continued to eat his food. “I met an old friend today.” “Hmm…” he placed the empty plate on the table and picked up the glass of fruit juice. “She wants me to join her tonight for a job.” Edet began to shake his head. “All these witches and wizards that have gathered in only God knows where, taunting my wife, may they all die by fire in Jesus name.” She began to giggle. “It is like the devil just decided to prepare for you today…” he drained the glass and placed it on the table. “She gave me a hundred and fifty thousand naira. She said she wanted me to look good tonight,” she informed her husband. “Eh!” he placed a hand on his head. “Serious bribing!” Edua laughed and held her waist. “It is well. We will use her money to sort out some of our pending bills and also buy foodstuff.” She nodded in agreement. “I will also like to make my hair.” “Okay. You can take five thousand naira out of the money to make your hair.” She raised an eyebrow. He noticed the unsatisfied look in her light brown eyes. “What? Is it too small?” “Yes, I need about fifteen thousand naira.” He gave a shake of head. “That is too much. Are you celebrating your birthday? What kind of hair style do you want to make?” She folded her arms across her chest. “I will buy relaxer and retouch my hair, that is five thousand naira already. I will also buy a weave-on and fix the hair.” He scratched a spot on his scalp. “Okay, fine. Manage eight thousand naira. Look for a cheap relaxer and weave-on.” “I can’t change relaxer again. I might lose my hair. I can look for a cheaper weave-on, but, I don’t want to turn bald in my twenties.” He started to laugh, although he understood her compliant. Edua got to her feet, she placed the food flask, empty flat plate and pack of fruit juice in the basket. She left the bottle of water on the table and spread the napkin over the basket. “I will be home as soon as I am done here.” “Take your time. I need the television all to myself,” she winked at him. “You and Telemundo,” he reached out for her elbow and pulled her by the hand, making her sit on his laps. She placed her hands around his neck and smiled at him. “You have made me very happy and I do not regret getting married to you,” his eyes became intense as he stared at her light brown ones. She dropped her gaze, suddenly feeling shy. “I love you more each and every day,” he brushed a hand over her smooth face. She lifted her eyes to meet his caring ones. “I love you too,” she whispered. “With God’s backing, I am going to take good care of you. You do not have anything to worry about.” “I know.” Edet leaned forward and claimed her lips. Xxxxxxxxxx Adesua strode into her sitting room, cat-walking and swirling her hips from side to side. Six of the pretty and physically endowed girls she gave out to wealthy men occasionally were seated in the room, eating from a tray of small chops and drinking from three bottles of wine placed on the center table. They were the best out of twenty-one other girls that she worked with. “I have big clients coming in tonight,” she halted at the center of the room. They all paid attention to her. “I want you all to be on your best behavior. I am going to double your payments after the job.” “Hurray!” the girls chorused in excitement. “The driver will be here in less than twenty minutes. Make sure that you are ready by the time he gets here,” she instructed them and walked out of the large room. One of the girls got up from her seat, pulling another girl after her. They stood by the dining and spoke in hush tones. “Are you game?” the taller girl addressed her. “Yes, I am,” the darker girl nodded in confirmation. “If we act fast, we can end this before the driver gets here.” “Okay.” “This is the only way we can start out on our own.” “I know. She has a long list of rich clients. How do we convince them to patronize us?” “Don’t worry, I have a plan. Let’s go.” They both headed out in search of their employer. They found her in the kitchen, drinking straight up from a bottle of red wine. “Suzzy, Becky, my best of the best,” she grinned at them. “Come, come, join me,” she picked two glasses from the shelf above the sink and filled it with the wine. The girls walked up to her, collected the glasses and splashed the content on her face. “What’s the meaning of this?!” she staggered, missed a step and collapsed on the tiled floor. The girls pounced on her. One of them held her by the legs while the other strangled her by the neck with both hands. She fought them off with all her might as life began to slip out of her. Several events ran past her mind’s eye. The day her husband died, the way she sold her daughter off to the likes of Alhaji Musa and his friends, the establishment of her boutiques, and her greed to have all the money in the whole wide world. In that moment of distress, she realized that her efforts had been in vain. She had been chasing shadows instead of taking care of her daughter and giving her the life she deserved. She had indeed made a lot of mistakes and she hoped that someday, the girl would find it in her heart to forgive her. She reconciled with her maker, stopped fighting, and then gave in to the darkness that consumed her. “I think she’s gone,” Becky whispered. “Are you sure?” Suzzy looked at the woman closely. “Yes, she has stopped breathing.” “Great,” Suzzy let go of the woman’s legs and staggered to her feet. “Mission accomplished,” Becky released her boss’ neck and sighed with relief. “We are going to be rich,” Suzzy gave her friend an ‘high five’. “Suzzy, Becky, the driver is here,” one of the girls hurried into the kitchen. Becky jumped to her feet immediately. “Who is that?” the girl pointed at the body she saw lying on the floor. “None of your business. Leave! We will join you in a moment,” Suzzy instructed her. “Is that madam?” the girl looked closely at the lifeless body. “Are you deaf?!” Becky screamed at her. The girl ignored them and dashed towards her employer’s body. She knelt down and shook the body. “What happened to her?” she raised her head and looked at Suzzy, then at Becky. Both girls charged at her. She fought back and crashed against the gas cooker. The yellow pipe that connected the gas cylinder to the cooker got disconnected in the process and the force at which she hit her head on the cooker rendered her unconscious. She collapsed on the floor with a loud thud. “We need to leave now,” Becky dashed out of the kitchen. Suzzy ran after her friend without hesitating. They met the driver outside the building. He instructed them to get into the van while he called the other girls. But, once he was out of sight, Becky and Suzzy headed straight for the main gate. The driver found some of the girls in the sitting room, dancing to the music blasting from the television. He went in search of his employer, but, she was nowhere to be found. He assumed that she must have left the house. He went into the kitchen and brought out a bottle of wine from the refrigerator. He opened the bottle and poured some of the content into a wine glass. He gulped down the drink and refilled the glass. He fished for the pack of cigarette and lighter in his breast pocket. His wandering eyes fell on the body by the sink and another by the gas cooker. He approached them, wondering who they were. He recognized his boss and one of her girls. He dropped to his knees and tapped her on the shoulder. “Madam, madam…” There was no response. He shook the girl by the shoulder. She didn’t respond either. Sweat broke out all over him when he realized that something terrible might have happened to them. He thought of calling his boss’s personal doctor, then he decided to call the security guard. Both of them were strong enough to lift the bodies and carry them into the vehicle. If he drove fast enough, he should be able to get them to the hospital in time. He took out a stick of cigarette from the pack and the moment he lit it, the whole place exploded!

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tnx for d invites @senatordaniel: but dis driver must a fool,,, did he not perceive d smell of gasoline dia,,,, good for dem, its just painful dat adesua only realized her mistakes at quarter to death. RIP to u ooo

I hope is a dream

Wot de fuck is wrong with de driver, well such is life.

thanks for a new update hope for new ones. may God help edet and his wife

Ehyah

And that is d end of Adesua

Good for them

next....

Hmmm what a painful way to end ur life.

What is wrong with d update of this story?

@ senetor daniel