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Thursday, December 31, 2015

He's Good in Bed Unlike My Husband (2)

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After that day, the man named Lari became a regular customer in my shop. A bachelor, he lived with a younger sister who was a student at the University of Lagos. Lari was friendly and cheerful, with a smile that can light up a room. He had the kind of looks that I found attractive in a man- tall, slim with a nice physique like a GQ model. 
 So, it was no surprise that I was drawn to him right from the beginning. But as a married woman with a child, there was nothing I could do about it. Unless I wanted to cheat on my husband and that was something I did not have the heart to do.
 Maybe my background had something to do with it. My parents, who are dead were both very strict with me when growing up. Never allowing me to go out much or interacting with boys. I was thus a late starter relationship-wise, only having my first boyfriend at age 19 when I was already at the university. 
 My friends at school used to tease me that I would end up a virgin till old age if I continued to reject all the guys who showed interest in me. Maybe due to the peer pressure, I accepted to go out with Emeka, an engineering student who had been after me since my year one. Emeka was in his final year when we started dating and by the time, he graduated and went for the NYSC programme, the relationship fizzled out.

  I had just left school and was wondering what to do next with my life when I met my husband, 
 Robby. More about him later.
 Anyway, with his regular visits to my shop, Lari and I became very friendly. In fact, so much so that he surprised me one day by inviting me out for a party!
 "You are inviting me out on a date?" I asked in an incredulous tone.
 He shrugged.

  "Why not? Don't you want to go out with me?" he queried.
  Waving my left hand in his face, I stated:
  "In case you have not noticed, I'm married. With a son," I said.
  "So? Don't married women go to parties?"
  "Of course they do. But with their spouses," I reminded him.
 "Ok. I get it. Let's go out as friends then," he said, giving one of his trademark smiles that made him look even more handsome.
  I shook my head.
  "That's not possible. This is Naija*, married women don't keep male friend unless they are looking for trouble," I pointed out.

  "Ok. What about as customers? Come with me as a reward for being such a good customer in your store," he cajoled.
 "Lari" I said in an admonishing manner. He burst out laughing and I joined him. We stood for sometime chatting, laughing with a bit of flirting thrown in. It was obvious, Lari liked me. And me? I found him very attractive. But my proper upbringing, where the sanctity of marital vows had been drummed into me from a young age, made it impossible to do anything about it...
 Some days later, I took my three year old son, Jovi to the park in our estate to play on the swings. I sat under a tree, reading a novel, occasionally keeping an eye on him.
 "That book must be so engrossing for you not to notice my presence all this while," said a voice by me.
 I looked up to meet the smiling eyes of Lari.

  He sat down by me, glancing at the cover of the book, a new work by award winning Nigerian writer Chimamanda Adichie.
 "How was work today?" I asked, feeling suddenly warm at his presence.
 "Fine. I had a meeting with a client at Ikeja and decided to come home to finish up a painting I had been working on," he said. Lari, an architect by profession also painted as 'a hobby' as he termed it.

  We sat chatting for a while, talking about the novel which he had read when Jovi ran up to me.
 "Mummy, I'm thirsty. Can I have a blackberry juice? Or some ice cream?" he demanded.
 "Not now. You will get some when we get home," I said. But the boy insisted, in his usual stubborn manner in getting the drink right then.
 "I've some ice cream in my freezer at home. My place is not far from here; just a short drive away," said Lari, on seeing the distressed look on Jovi's face.
 "Lari, don't bother. We'll soon be heading home anyway," I said. But he insisted it was no trouble, so we got in his car and drove to his house, a street away from the park.
 "What flavor does your boy like? Banana, vanilla, chocolate or strawberry?" asked Lari, as he opened the large deep freezer in his kitchen.
 "Banana will be fine," I said. He handed a small cup full of ice cream to Jovi, which he happily began to eat.
 Then turning to me, he asked:
 "And what's your flavour, Madam?" 
 I smiled and stated:
 "I thought you will prefer chocolate," he said, handing me the cup of ice cream, his eyes fixed on mine.
 "Why?" I asked.
 "So, I can pour it all over you and lick it all up," he said, drawing close.
 "Lari, stop it! My son is here."
 "He's too busy stuffing his face to care about anything else," he stated as he lowered his head and his lips met mine...

Note: Naija is a slang or nickname for Nigeria

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Happy New Year, Dear Readers and Visitors

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It is with joy in my heart that I wish everyone a Happy and Prosperous New Year, 2016.

Thank you for being there all this while and I hope we'll be together for a long time.

May the new year deliver the desires of your heart speedily.

Happy Holidays!

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He's Good in Bed Unlike My Husband (1)

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"I need to start going, dear. You know he will be returning from his trip this evening," I said as I quickly buttoned my blouse and picked up my handbag.

 Lari rolled over on his back, sighing.
 "Must you leave now, Jummi? The day's still young," he said. "Come here!" and reaching for my hand, drew me on the bed. I fell on top of him, laughing.

"Lari, stop it!" I stated, trying to remove his hand that had slipped inside my blouse.
 "I can't let you go yet. I still need you with me," he said. He quickly unbuttoned my blouse, slipped off my bra and began to caress my body. The feel of his hand on my breasts reduced my protests into a weak whimper that turned into moans shortly after.
That was the thing about Lari, my boyfriend of seven months. He always knew what to do to make me weak with longing for him.
He climbed on top of me, his nakedness setting my body afire and as his lips descended on mine, he said:
"Still want to leave?" 
"No, Lari. I want you!" and drawing him to me, began to kiss him hungrily...

Eight months earlier
"Miriam, how many times will I tell you not to ever argue with a customer? In this shop, the customer is king! Get that into your thick skull!" I remonstrated with my salesgirl.
I had just returned from Balogun market (on Lagos Island) to see one of my suppliers in respect of some goods, when I met her exchanging words with the customer, a bespectacled young man.
"Sorry, Ma," she said.
I ignored her and faced the man.
"So sorry, sir for what happened. My girl is new and can't operate the P.O.S yet," I explained.
It turned out he had wanted to pay for the items he had bought with his credit card but my girl had insisted on cash.
"It's alright. These things happen," the man stated amiably.
After making the payment, Mariam helped him take the bags of groceries and other items he had bought to his car at the car park.
"Do you stay in this estate? Can't remember seeing you here before," I remarked as I returned his card.
"You are right. I moved in just last week. I'm at Oniru Close," he disclosed.
"That's nice. Hope you will be patronizing us," I said.
"Will do that. You have a well stocked shop here," he remarked, his eyes glancing round my shop.
"Thanks. See you soon," I stated, as he left...

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Wednesday, December 30, 2015

My Young Wife and I (3)

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Before leaving for Lagos, my wife, Mary said:
"Somebody will see 'fire' in this house if the next time I come, this girl is still here! So, don't say I didn't warn you, Nowa!"
 After her departure, I had a long talk with Timi. I told her that much as I liked her being with me, we could no longer live together as my wife was now aware of our relationship.

"I'll rent a place for you where you can stay. I will still take care of your needs and be visiting you there regularly so there's nothing for you to worry about," I assured her.
She was silent for a while.
"If I leave, what will happen to the baby then?" she asked.
"What? What are you talking about?" I queried.
She took my hand in hers.
"I wanted to tell you a few days ago, but your wife came and..." she paused before continuing:
"The thing is, I'm pregnant. It's about two months from the test results I did at the hospital," she disclosed.
I sat up at her words.
"You mean you are going to have a baby?" I asked her quickly. Though, I had thought I was done with having babies at my age, I was not averse to the idea of another child. It would be a new life, a new beginning.

"Yes," she said, glancing up at me. "What are we going to do?" she added.
"Nothing. Not at least until in seven months when you give birth," I stated, smiling at her.
"So you are ok with it?" she asked.
"Of course, my darling," I said, pinching her nose playfully and hugging her.
With Timi's pregnancy, the situation changed. There was no way I could send her away when she was carrying my baby. 
"I can't allow my child to grow up not knowing its father," I said to Taniel, one of my older brothers who had come to visit me from our hometown.
He nodded his head.
"You are right, my brother. So, when are we marrying our new wife?" he inquired.
"What"? I exclaimed.
"You are going to marry her, aren't you," he queried, with a slight frown.
I nodded.
"I've been thinking about it. But the problem is my wife. And the children. They will definitely be against such a union," I said. I could just imagine Mary's reaction on hearing that I was planning to marry the same girl she had threatened to deal with the next time she came to visit me.

  My brother was talking.
 "Look, Francis. You are the man here. And the head of your household. Mary can't dictate to you what you should do or how to live your life. What has happened is all her fault. She left you  all alone here while she remained in Lagos doing God knows what. She said she had her career and job to face. These modern women of today are too independent for my liking. They do whatever they like and are difficult to control," he said with a hiss. 
 The relationship between my wife and Taniel and some of my other family members, had never been a smooth one. My brother felt Mary was too controlling and stubborn and not submissive enough as a good wife should be. My wife on her part saw my brother as being too dictatorial and as she put it, 'always interfering in our lives, doing busybody all the time! Why can't he stay in his own house and mind his business?'
 Anyway, with encouragement from Taniel and other members of my family, I got married to Timi. As expected, there was stiff opposition from Mary and my children. 
"It will be over my dead body for you to marry that little husband snatcher! Nowa, you better come to your senses. Wake up from the spell she has cast on you!" she shouted at me angrily. We were at my house in Lagos where I had gone to break the news to them.
 Michael, my oldest child and the other children were solidly behind their mother.
  "We've always had a united family, Dad. Why do you want to break it up now? What do you need another wife for?" he had asked me. I did not respond because no matter what I said, they would never understand, about my strong need for Timi and the desire to be with her. What did they know about a man's needs and the extent he would go to get his heart's desires?

 New beginning
With all this opposition, my marriage to Timi, resultantly created a friction between me and Mary and the children. Mary no longer wanted to have anything to do with me and refused to visit me anymore. As for my children, with time though, they mellowed somewhat in their stance. Some months later, when Timi gave birth to a little girl, they all came from Lagos to see their baby sister.

  "Daddy, she looks like you," Tolani, my last child with Mary said. She was carrying the baby and admiring it with Kate, her older sister.
"And you too as she has your eyes and nose," I quipped. They both laughed and continued to fuss over the baby whom we named Bella as she was such a cute little thing.

  I saw it as their tacit way of accepting Timi and my marriage to her. Timi on her part was quite respectful to them and tried in her own way to win their affection. However, try as she could, she could not make my first wife accept her. There was a day we had travelled to Lagos when Bella was about six months old to visit Timi's parents. Later, we had gone to my house to see my first wife. She had barely acknowledged Timi's greetings and all my efforts to get the two close proved futile.
 "What were you expecting? That I would hold her hand and hug her? You know that will never happen! I only allowed her here because of the child. So, just let me be," she said curtly when I complained about her hostile attitude to Timi.
 I prayed that with time, she would calm down and accept the situation.

   I was happy with Timi and had no regrets marrying her. I tried to make her happy as well and one way I did this was by helping her parents. Timi was the first child out of seven children. Her parents were not well-to-do so looking after all that brood especially their educational needs was tough. I stepped in and assisted in training the children who were still in school. I also set her mother up in a good business and built a nice bungalow on the outskirts of the city for her father. They were all very appreciative of my assistance to the family, especially Timi who could not thank me enough.
 "Honey, thanks so much for all you've been doing for my people. God will continue to bless you and uplift you," she said one day about five years into our marriage. By this time, I had retired from my job. It was before the statutory age for retirement but I had left as I wanted to go into business. I set up a consultancy firm and within a short time, I got a lot of jobs with the contacts I had in certain circles.

 Money rolled in in great quantity and I invested a lot of it real estate and other areas. Timi had stopped working after having her second baby, a boy who unfortunately died a few weeks after birth. After she recovered, I told her to stop work and opened a large boutique for her in the city as she loved fashion so much. Life was good and I couldn't be happier.
 Then, about two years ago, my first wife, Mary fell ill. We thought it was the normal malaria but after taking drugs for sometime and the sickness persisted, she was admitted in the hospital. It was after a series of tests were conducted that the bombshell was dropped: that she had cancer! 
 The news left the whole family shocked and Mary devastated. The doctor in charge of her case stated that due to the advanced stage of the disease, the facilities at the hospital were inadequate to treat her and advised that she should be taken abroad. I duly made arrangements and had her taken to a hospital in the U.K. I accompanied her and took Kate along so she could stay by her mother's side. 
 Mary was in the hospital for a long time, over six months. The treatment she was taking seemed to be working and she continued to take them after she was discharged. I rented a flat in London and that's where she stayed with Kate to continue the treatment. Throughout this period, I was shuttling between Nigeria and the U.K to see Mary and monitor her progress. At first, Timi was understanding about my frequent trips abroad to see Mary as she stated that it showed, 'I was a caring husband.' However, when I began to spend longer periods abroad with Mary, she began to complain of neglect.
 "These days, I feel like an abandoned wife. You are hardly at home, junketing from one place to another," she grumbled one day just after I had returned from visiting Mary in London.
 "You know why I travel- its to see Mary who you are aware has been very sick. Are you expecting me to abandon her at this period when she needs me most?" I asked in an angry tone.
 "Honey, it's not that. It's just, I'm a woman too and I have needs," she said, coming to sit on my lap. I pushed her off gently and got up.
 "Mary is my wife too and as long as she's sick, it's my responsibility to take care of her. I expect you as her co-wife to understand. So, stop complaining," I stated before marching out of the room.
 "And what am I supposed to do while you are playing nurse to her? I should just sit here and live like a nun?" she shouted at me. I ignored her and picking up my car keys, left the house.
 With hindsight, I realized I should have paid more attention to her as she was probably feeling neglected and maybe a little jealous of all the attention I was giving Mary. But I could not do otherwise. Mary was my first wife, the mother of my older children. So, how could I abandon such a woman who had been with me through all the ups and downs of my life?

  Anyway, after Mary completed the last stage of her treatment, she was well enough to return to Nigeria. The children and I were all very happy that she survived such a terrible ailment and
 I travelled to the U.K to escort her back. After ensuring she was well settled at home, I went down to Port-Harcourt.
 I noticed a coolness on the part of Timi when I arrived home. Unlike before, she didn't seem too happy to see me, but I put it down to her vexation over my frequent traveling.

 When Mary was fully recovered, the children and I planned a thanksgiving service at the church for her recovery. I expected Timi to be with me at the ceremony, but to my shock, she refused to travel down to Lagos for the event.
 "Your wife hates me and has never accepted me. So, why should I go and rejoice with her on her recovery? I'm not going as I don't want any embarrassment," she stated vehemently. I tried to reason with her, but to no avail.
 So, I attended the thanksgiving alone. All went well and I stayed back with the family for about two weeks.
 Little did I know what was waiting for me on my return to Port- Harcourt!
 I did not meet Timi at home and when I asked the maid where she had gone to, the girl informed me that she had left home a few days earlier with Bella.
 "Sir, I thought she had gone to join you in Lagos as she went with a lot of bags and suitcases," she said.
 I went to our bedroom and noticed that most of her clothes were missing. The same with my daughter's things when I checked her room.

 "Where could she have gone to," I wondered as I called her parents to check if she had gone home to them. 
They told me they had not seen her and thought she was in Port-Harcourt with me.
 Later, I saw a note she had written under my pillow in the bedroom. She stated that it seemed I no longer loved her, that I had abandoned her for my first wife, Mary.

  "I've met someone who loves me very much and wants to be with me. I've left the country with him and Bella so don't bother looking for me..."
 I almost had a heart attack on reading the note.
 How could Timi do this to me, I kept thinking. After all I had done for her? I gave up so much for us to be together and this was the way she could pay me back? It was painful enough her running away with another man; but why did she have to take my daughter away as well? 

  As I write this, I've not fully recovered from Timi's betrayal and treacherous behaviour. This was a woman I loved so much and was ready to do anything for and she ended up breaking my heart. What she has done to me is truly beyond pardon.
 My experience shows you can't trust anybody, especially women as you can never know what they are planning behind your back. I just hope I can get my daughter back as I don't want her to be brought up by another man. So, Timi, if you are reading this, please bring Bella back. You can go if you want to but leave my child for me...

 The End!

Tuesday, December 29, 2015

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My young wife and I (2)

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It all happened so quickly. Her soft, satin smooth skin, full lush breasts like twin mounds of temptation, her soft lips on mine were too much for me to resist. I carried her to the bed, and as I sank into her sweetness, I forgot Timi and I were supposed to be 'just friends', that I was crossing boundaries of no return...
Obviously, Timi seduced me, practically throwing herself at me. But at my age, shouldn't I have had enough self-control to resist, you might wonder. But what grown, hot-blooded man could see a naked woman, with the kind of 'assets' Timi had, and resist? Even a monk would have fallen to such temptation!
Anyway, that's how Timi and I became lovers. Initially, I just saw the affair as a fling, and Timi as someone to keep me company on lonely nights as my wife was so far away. I loved my wife and family and I didn't want to do anything to hurt them. But I had reckoned without my errant heart. Before long, I had fallen madly in love with Timi!
I spent most of my free time with her and I didn't like her being away from me for long. Because of her, my visits to Lagos to see my wife and family reduced drastically and whenever she complained, I would tell her it was due to pressure of work.
At the end of her service year, Timi wanted to return to Lagos where her parents lived to look for work. But I was against the idea as that would mean our being separated. The thought of her going so far away from me filled me with dread. My life would be completely empty without her.
“I will get a job for you here, in Port-Harcourt," I told her. 
I was true to my words. Shortly after, I spoke to the branch manager of a bank in the city who was a tennis partner of mine at the club. Within a month, Timi had been offered a job at the bank.
By this time, she had left the corpers' quarters she had been living in and moved in with me.
"What if your wife comes to visit you unannounced?" she asked, a few days after she moved into my house.
"We will cross that bridge when we get there," I stated, holding her close in my arms and kissing her. My wife had only visited me twice in the four years I had been living in the city and she had informed me well in advance on both occasions.
Living with Timi was wonderful. She was quite caring and always concerned about my welfare. As for me, I loved her to bits and could not imagine life without her. I had no idea what the future held. I was just happy to spend my days and nights with her, to love and be loved by her.
I was careful though, to keep the affair with Timi from my wife. Once in a few months, I would travel to Lagos and see her and the children and act the role of a good family man. But most times, I couldn't wait to return to my sweet Timi, to hold her close to me.
Things went on this way for about a year. Then a day came when things came to a head. It was a Saturday afternoon. There was no work so we were both at home. I was watching a football match on TV while Timi was in the kitchen, helping Johnson prepare lunch.
"Lunch will soon be ready, honey," Timi said, coming into the living room to sit on my lap. She planted a kiss on my lips but at that instance, I was more interested in the action on the TV screen than in her caresses.
"You and football," she grumbled as she got up to return to the kitchen.
Just then, the doorbell rang.
"I'll get it!" Timi said, making for the door.
I could hear her speaking with someone at the door, then she came back in and announced:
"Honey, there's a woman at the door asking for you."
I got up to see who was at the door. Standing there, a sour look on her face was my wife!
The showdown
The sight of my wife at the door, arriving so unexpectedly without warning, so shocked me, that I just stood there, gaping at her. Then I came to myself.
"Mary, what are you doing here?"
She brushed me aside and came into the room, dropping her traveling bag on the floor. 
“What kind of question is that? Is that the way to welcome your wife who has travelled all the way from Lagos to see you?" she demanded crossly, surveying the living room as if looking for something.
"I'm sorry, but you gave me quite a surprise. You should have told me you were coming. I would have sent the driver to pick you at the airport," I stated.
"Do I need permission before coming to see my own husband?" she asked, going to sit on the couch.
"I know, but..." I started to say when Timi came into the room.
"Honey, lunch is ready. Should I serve it now?" she asked, coming to stand by me and holding   
my hand.
Seeing Mary, she greeted:
"Welcome, ma." Then she asked me with some curiosity: "Is she your sister?" 
Mary stood up.
"What's going on here? Daddy Michael, who is this girl?" she asked.
"Em...This is Timi..." I said.
"And I'm his girlfriend," Timi quickly added.
"What?" she exclaimed. "So, all the rumours I've been hearing are true. That you've been living with a girl in this house. How could you?" she shouted angrily at me.
"Mary, calm down. Let me explain," I said.
“You say I should calm down? Is that all you can say? Anyway, this nonsense must end today! Little girl," she addressed Timi, "I'm giving you ten minutes to pack your things and get out of this house. If you are still here at the end of that time, I won't be responsible for my actions!"
"And who are you to order me around in my man's house?" Timi demanded, in an equally angry tone.
"You still don't get it? Well, let me tell you since you are so thick-headed. I'm his wife and this is my home. So, get the hell out!" she screamed at her.
"What?" Timi exclaimed, looking anxiously at me...
* * * * 
"Look, Mary. Try to understand the situation. What happened was not planned. One thing led to the other and before I knew it, I was in really deep," I explained. We were in my bedroom later that night. We had spent the past few hours or so arguing over Timi and what I should do about her. I had refused to allow her leave the house after Mary's order to her to pack out. "She has no where to go. Give me some time to make alternative arrangements for her," I had told her earlier.
"What situation do you want me to understand? That the moment my back was turned, you went and brought in a girl into my home. A girl that's about the same age as Kate, our first daughter! Nowa, you should be ashamed of yourself!"
"I've said I'm sorry. Besides, you are partly to blame too for the situation," I pointed out.
"What's that supposed to mean?" she asked, glaring at me.
"Well, if you had moved here with me, this wouldn't have happened. It's not easy for a man of my age to live alone," I stated quietly.
"So, you are now putting the blame on me. Instead of accepting your mistakes and cleaning up the mess you've created, you are looking for a scapegoat for your misdeeds. You are really pathetic!" she stated.
"It's late so stop shouting. Do you want the neighbours to hear?" I told her.
"Let them hear! I don't care. At least they will know the kind of man you are; one who can't control that thing in his trousers!"
"Mary!" I cautioned, glaring at her.
She glared back before resuming the quarrel...
I laid on the bed, silent, listening with half an ear to what she was saying, how my wandering eyes will put me in trouble one of these days, that did I not think of the children and the many years of marriage we had had before jumping into bed with anything in skirts? What example was I setting for our sons, sleeping with a young girl they are even older than and 'camping' her in my house...
Timi was in the guest room and I wondered whether she was asleep. She had been unwilling to move from my bedroom and I had to plead with her, assuring her that she would be back once my wife was gone.
Two days later, Mary returned to Lagos. Before leaving, she had given me an ultimatum:
"The next time I come, somebody will...

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Africa's biggest street party holds in Calabar

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The 11th edition of Africa's most popular carnival took place in Calabar, capital of Cross River State, Nigeria recently. The annual event, an amazing display of African heritage, which features lots of colourful and creative costumes, with music, dance and competitions, is often regarded as Africa’s biggest street party.

 The theme of this year's edition is ‘Climate Change’.
Organised by the Cross River State government, this year's event was watched by over two million spectators, including top celebrities and Nollywood actors such as Patience Uzokwor (Mama G), Francis Odega, Joseph Benjamin and Kenneth Okonkwo.

Nine countries- Spain, France, Italy, Rwanda, Zimbabwe, Kenya, Burundi, Ghana and Brazil- participated in the carnival this year.

  Brief history of the carnival

The Calabar carnival which started in 2004, was created as part of the vision of making the Cross StateNigeria, the number one tourist destination for Nigerians and tourists all over the world. The carnival which begins every 1st December and lasts until 31st December, has boosted the cultural mosaic of the Nigerian people while entertaining millions of spectators within and outside the State, and boosting industry for all stakeholders especially the tourist sector.

 Written by Patience Saduwa, Blog Author

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Monday, December 28, 2015

My Young Wife And I (1)

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Vero explained the situation to me, all the while glaring at the girl.
"She keeps pleading to be taken to serve here, even after I've told her we don't have any space left."
I studied the young lady, noting how distressed she looked. I asked her name then I said to the receptionist:

  "It's ok, Vero. We can take one more person. Take her to admin, tell the manager that she can serve here," I said, turning to go to my office.
"Oh! Thank you sir! God bless you, sir!" she stated effusively, genuflecting.
"It's alright, Timi," I said, leaving the reception.

That was how Timi came to do her youth service programme in my office.
Some days later, I travelled to Lagos to see my family over the long public holiday. After my transfer to Port-Harcourt some years earlier, my wife had refused to relocate with me to the Garden City. 

  "You were transferred to Lagos from Calabar just three years ago and now you are moving again. I'm not going anywhere!" she had declared. I didn't blame her. Any woman would be tired of moving from one city to another like a nomad because of the peripatetic nature of her husband's job. In the past, she had always been supportive and understanding and had gone with me wherever my job demanded. But as she noted, this was one transfer too many.

  "Tolani has just settled in her new school and it won't be fair to uproot her now and move again," she had explained. Omos was our last child and was in senior secondary school. I had four children. Two of them, both boys, had left the university and were already working while the other one, another daughter was in her final year in the university.

  So, based on that, my wife and the family had remained in Lagos and I had gone to PH alone, living like a bachelor again. I visited them some weekends or during public holidays.
On my return from this last visit, Timi, the youth corps member I had accepted to serve in our establishment, came to see me.
She arrived with a 'thank you' card.

  "There was no need for this," I said, as I admired the hand made card.
"I had to sir. I was really desperate that day and you came to my rescue," she explained, smiling broadly at me.
"I couldn't bear to see a pretty lady like you looking so miserable," I said as I studied her closely. She was dressed in a nice blouse and black skirt and she looked more relaxed and calmer than she did on the first day I saw her.

  The following day, I had closed from work and my driver was taking me to my club at the Shell Residential Area, to unwind after the day's work. I saw Timi standing by the bus stop near our office and I told the driver to stop.
"Where are you going, Timi?" I asked from the car window.
She said she was going to see a friend at Rumuola before heading home. 

  "I'm going in that direction. We can drop you," I offered.
She got in and we drove off. Along the way, the friend she was going to visit called to inform her that she had to leave home for an emergency somewhere and she should wait for her at home. 
  On explaining the situation to me, I told her to come with me to the club and she could see her friend later.

  We spent some pleasant hours at the club. I chatted and drank with a couple of my friends who had just finished playing a game of tennis. I also played regularly but mostly at weekends. I loved to play golf too at the nice golf course on the posh estate belonging to a top oil company where the club was located.

  After that, Timi, who loved to swim, expressed the desire to visit the club regularly to use the pool. I arranged membership for her and some evenings, after work, we would head for the club together. That was how we began to spend time together but as just friends.

  Friends to lovers
  At this stage, I just saw Timi as a young, pretty girl with a friendly, cheerful disposition. As a man, I found her very attractive but I never had any intention of getting entangled with her. But things changed about five months after we met. I had a very good friend, who was a top government official in the state. There was a day he held a party to mark his wife's birthday and I was invited. 

My wife could not come to PH that weekend and since I didn't have any date, I asked Timi if she could accompany me as my date.
She agreed and we attended the party together. She was dressed in a blue evening gown and looked very lovely.

  "She's beautiful. Is she your new catch?" another friend of mine, Calvin asked, as he watched her chatting animatedly with another guest. 
I shook my head.
"She's doing her NYSC programme in my office. She's just a young friend," I explained.
"Young friend indeed! Francis, you are talking as if I don't know you," he stated in a sarcastic tone.

"You think everyone is like you, that can't resist anything in skirts!" I fired back, moving away to chat with my host who I saw approaching...
After the party, it was quite late. I had given my driver the day off and since Timi lived in one of the suburbs, which was a bit far from the venue of the party, it was agreed she would stay in my house located in one of the GRAs (Government Reservation Area) that night. 

My houseboy, Johnson, who did the cooking, cleaning and other duties around the house, had slept when we arrived at my place. I showed her to one of the guest rooms and gave her some things she would need to make her stay comfortable.
I was in my room getting ready for bed when there was a knock on my door. Standing there was Timi. I noticed she was wearing one of the old T-shirts I had given her to sleep in that night. The top was short and it left her smooth, sexy thighs on display. I  quickly looked away from the tempting sight.

"Is there anything you need?" I asked her. 
"Actually," she began, then seemed to change her mind. Then she asked if she could come in.
I let her in, looking at her curiously.
I went to switch off the TV set and when I turned back, I could not believe the sight that met my eyes.

There was Timi standing there stark naked as the day she was born. By her feet was the T-shirt she had been wearing.
"What the...? Timi, what are you doing?" I queried, my eyes fixed on her tantalising body. She placed a finger on her lips, walked towards me and wound her arms round my neck...

To be continued...

What happened between Timi and the narrator that night? Log on later today for the sizzling details!

Names have been changed to protect the identity of the narrator and other individuals in the story.

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