The Wait – Chapter 14

Ajoke sat down on her bed after ensuring her children were in bed. The gifts from Kokumo lay beside her as she sighed. What does Kokumo want from me? Is it possible he is doing all these to gain nothing like he said? I remember we had dreams. Oh! We had a lot of big dreams. Dreams that after Kokumo’s University education, we would get married – and then I would also go to the University as well. Dreams that got shattered by Baami. Dreams that made no sense to Adejoro. Kokumo always wanted me to go to the University even though Baami could not afford it. Wasn’t it even a struggle to finish from secondary school? Hmmm….Kokumo!!! You have come back into my life ten years after and the first thing you are bothered about is that dream I always had – my dream to be a lawyer. Oh how I love you so much! How I wish we could pick up our lives from where we left and continue from there. But I know you have a woman in your life; my instincts tell me so.

She took out the GCE forms from the envelope which Kokumo had given to her and began to fill them carefully. When she was done, she put it aside with the textbooks and looked at the clothes and shoes in the bag. She smiled as she held each dress to her chest and stood in front of the mirror in her bedroom. She took out the shoes and counted; four flat shoes. She put them on and strutted round her room. When was the last time I ever got a gift or bought something for myself? My life has revolved round my children all through the years. She put the shoes by a corner of her bed and took out the mobile phone. Me? A new phone? Her eyes filled with tears as she opened the box carefully making sure not to tamper with the edges so she could keep it. Two hours later, Ajoke went to bed; all her gifts lying beside her at the corner where her husband, Adejoro would have laid.

Ajoke called Kokumo the next day to inform him that she had filled the forms. He promised to pick them up in a day’s time. Ajoke began to study for the forthcoming exams; leaving her salon earlier than she usually would. Kokumo picked up the forms as promised and submitted them. He made it a duty to call her every morning and night to know how she was faring and to encourage her in her pursuit. He also shopped for her children buying them clothes, shoes and toys befitting for their ages. He handed the gifts to Ajoke as he wasn’t sure if the children were ready to meet him.

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A week after Ajoke’s visit to the bank, Adunni called Kokumo. She wondered why she hadn’t heard from him and he told her he had been busy with work. “But you have always been busy, Lekan.” She said; calling him by his second name. He had dropped his first name after graduation from the University and picked up his second name.

“Yeah, I know. I have had a lot on my plate in the last one week but I would make it up to you.”

“Hmm…..” Adunni said. “Are you coming over to my place this weekend or do you want me to come over?” She asked.

“No, no. Don’t come. I will come over.” He said quickly. He did not want to risk Ajoke meeting with Adunni should she decide to visit. Even though, she had not mentioned that she would see him that weekend, he preferred to play safe.

Ajoke buried her head in her books for the next few months. She did not want to disappoint Kokumo so she put in extra hours of study staying up very late sometimes to read. Her exam date drew near and she became apprehensive. She hadn’t written an exam in ten years and she feared she may be incapable.

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Two days before her exams were to start, Kokumo gave Ajoke a surprise visit at home during the weekend. She had been elated to see him and she introduced him to her children as her best friend. Her children had laughed saying they did not realize adults also had best friends. They welcomed him into their home and he made small talk with them before Ajoke shooed them out of the house so she could discuss with Kokumo alone.

Ajoke looked at Kokumo as she voiced out her concerns about the exams. “I’m scared. I don’t know if I am capable of doing this.”

“Why would you say that?”

“Kokumo, do you know how long ago I wrote an exam?”

Kokumo laughed. “I believe in you and it doesn’t matter how long ago you have written one.”

Ajoke sighed.

“You can do this, trust me. Remember the goal ahead?”

Ajoke nodded.

“Let it push you to accomplish your heart desire.”

Kokumo left hours later and Ajoke felt like a huge load had been lifted off her chest. Kokumo had given her relief and a reason to continue to push till the end.

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While Ajoke wrote her exams, Kokumo frequented Ajoke’s home with dinner for the children and Ajoke. In other instances, he went to Ajoke’s house and prepared their meals. He made it a duty to keep the children engaged, sometimes taking them out while their mother studied. Ajoke’s children began to look forward to Uncle Kokumo’s visit and meals. On the days he took them out, they came back excited as they told their mum, tales of places they visited, games they played and all kinds of interesting food they had eaten. Ajoke smiled and her heart fluttered as she watched her children. She had never seen them that happy and their excitement was contagious filling the air in her home and making it a place of love, joy and fulfillment.

By the time Ajoke was through with her GCE exams, Kokumo had started discussing about the forthcoming Jamb registration. He purchased the Jamb form in the first quarter of the next year when it was released and Ajoke burnt the midnight candle again taking only a short breather. By August of that year, Ajoke received her admission letter to study for a Law degree at the Lagos State University. She was overjoyed. As she walked out of the campus premises, she dialed Kokumo’s number.

“I made it. I got my admission letter.” She screamed into the phone when Kokumo picked up.

“Ajoke!!! Oh my God! This calls for a celebration.”

Ajoke smiled as she put the admission letter to her chest and looked up to the heavens.

“Don’t bother with dinner. I am bringing dinner over.”

“Okay.” Ajoke laughed. “I am just leaving campus.”

“That’s fine. I will meet you at home once I close for the day.”

The rest of the day, Kokumo sat in his office grinning from ear to ear. He was proud of Ajoke and the tenacity she put into making her dreams come true.

After work, Kokumo drove to Ajoke’s house with dinner for the children and a gift for Ajoke. The children were excited seeing him and they thanked him for the dinner. He told them he was taking their mother out and that they would be back before their bedtime. They laughed as they gave him a go-ahead. They were also thrilled to know that their mum had gained admission into the University. Ajoke smiled as she got dressed in the simple red gown which Kokumo had bought for her as a celebration gift. As she stood looking at herself in the mirror, it looked surreal that everything was falling in place for her. Her dreams were getting fulfilled right before her eyes. In a few years, I would also be a graduate; thanks to Kokumo. What would I have done without him? Where would I be if he did not walk back into my life? In such a short time, he has brought me hope, love, joy and fulfillment. I should not keep him waiting. She walked out of her bedroom without applying any make-up. Kokumo smiled as he admired her and he reckoned that even without the make-up, she looked beautiful.

Kokumo drove into town and took her to a bar. He walked in with his hand on the small of her back. The bar was dimly lit and the atmosphere was electrifying. Smooth jazz played in the background while couples cocooned themselves in corner tables eating, laughing and clinking glasses. He took a corner table as he guided Ajoke to sit opposite. A waiter came to take their orders and in less than fifteen minutes, they were served finger food and mocktails. They made small talk over their meal after which Kokumo raised his glass and gave a toast to her future.

“I really can’t thank you enough, Kokumo. You have been more than a friend.”

Kokumo laughed. “Have you told your parents?”

Ajoke’s smile faded. “No, I haven’t. I will tell them at the right time.”

Kokumo held her hand on the table and looked at her straight in the face. “You are yet to forgive them.”

Ajoke removed her hand from Kokumo’s. “Let’s not spoil the night, please. I came to have fun with you, not to discuss about my relationship with them.”

Kokumo shrugged. “Okay. We would revisit this discussion some other time.”

Ajoke nodded and her demeanor changed as she started talking about her children and their antics.

After dinner, Kokumo took Ajoke home. The kids were still awake and they asked their mum if she enjoyed her dinner. She responded in the affirmative as she looked at Kokumo lovingly. She asked Kokumo to wait so she could see her children to bed. Kokumo nodded and sat in the living room. After Ajoke had put them to bed, she came back to the living room and sat beside Kokumo.

“Thank you for the dinner and the dress.” She said as she looked at him. “Thank you for everything. For believing in me.”

Kokumo rubbed his thumb on her cheeks. “Thank you for allowing me.” He looked straight into her eyes as he smiled. ‘I couldn’t have done it without your help.”

Ajoke hugged Kokumo as she spoke; “You don’t know the extent of what you have done for me, Kokumo.” She said sighing. She lay her head on his chest and closed her eyes. This is a dream come true.

“I may not know the extent but I have an idea.” Kokumo replied as he pulled her hair away from her face. “I have never felt this kind of fulfillment all my life.”

Ajoke eased away from Kokumo as she planted a kiss on his lips. Desire rose in Kokumo and he held Ajoke as she was about pulling away from him. He kissed her passionately and she responded. “You don’t know the extent of my love for you.” Kokumo whispered as he breathed into her neck. He eased back and cradled her face in his hands. Ajoke closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Kokumo knew that her sigh was pregnant with meaning. Today was a day of celebration and he was committed to making it end as such. He closed the space between them intent on making Ajoke forget her sorrows. He never wanted her to think about the past again – the years she had lost. Her life was starting all over and it was a new dawn. He was determined to create a new future for her. He took her lips in his, kissing her slowly and passionately. The events of the day had set the tone and soon, they both kissed with wild desire.

Kokumo stood up and lifted Ajoke from her feet as he nodded towards the rooms. Ajoke pointed towards the direction of her bedroom. Kokumo walked towards the room, opened the door and locked it behind with Ajoke still in his arms. He dropped her gently on the bed as he teased her sensitive spots with kisses and undressed her. Ajoke shivered as a cold chill ran down her spine. She hurriedly undressed Kokumo and like a ravaging storm, they danced to the rhythm of their bodies delighting in the pleasure of the moment.

Ajoke woke up at about midnight and looked at Kokumo sleeping peacefully. There was a smile on his face. She sat at the edge of her bed and wondered. What exactly am I doing with Kokumo? I have betrayed Adejoro again and I can’t seem to tear myself away from this temptation. She sighed as she thought about how her life had panned out. She wouldn’t be in this mess if her parents hadn’t turned her life into a pawn on a chess board. She knew she should stay away from Kokumo but the more she thought about it, the more her heart broke. He was yet to mention having a girlfriend but she knew he had one. He had once ignored a call in her presence. A lady’s image had appeared on his phone while it rang. Even though, she had urged him to pick up the call, he had refused, saying he would call her later. For how long would we continue with this? Do I have a future with Kokumo? Is he willing to have me back into his life?

Kokumo opened his eyes and saw Ajoke staring at him. She almost felt as if he knew she watched him as he slept. He smiled as he pulled her down to lie beside him. He hugged her close as he kissed her cheeks. Ajoke tilted her head to look at him. “What exactly are we doing? Where are we going with this?”

Kokumo raised himself up and sighed. “I wish I knew Ajoke. I just want to be with you but sincerely I know it is not possible.”

“Why is it impossible?”

“You are still married, Ajoke. Don’t forget that.”

“You know I really hate it when you rub that in my face.” Ajoke said getting upset. “Married to who, please? A man who has abandoned me and my children?”

Kokumo pulled her closer to himself and held her. “I didn’t mean to upset you. I am just stating a fact. I know I am selfish for wanting you so badly but I can’t help it.”

“Do you realize how much I also want you?”

“I won’t deceive you Ajoke. We both long for each other but the circumstances in which we find ourselves is beyond our control. Let’s enjoy the moments and leave things as they are.” He said as he kissed her head.

“I wish……”

“Shhh…..” Kokumo put his fore finger on her lips. “We take it one day at a time.”

“Okay.” Ajoke said resigning.

“School starts in a few weeks, right?”

“Yes. I should have started my search for a maid.”

“A live-in?”

Ajoke shook her head. “No, I don’t want a live-in.”

Kokumo and Ajoke talked about so many issues till the early hours of the morning when Kokumo got dressed and left at about 4.30a.m.

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Yesterday Lives – Chapter 9

Kevwe was seated on her bed. She smiled as she saw Ayo walking towards her. She combed her hands through her roughened hair to straighten it out.

“Hey beautiful.” Ayo said as he got to her. He bent a little and kissed her on her forehead.

Kevwe smiled.

“Ready to go home?” Ayo asked.

“Yes.”

Ayo held her as she stood up from the bed. He put his right arm round her waist as he led her out of the hospital ward. They walked towards the car within the hospital premises and Ayo opened the passenger door for Kevwe. She eased in carefully and buckled up her seat belt.

As Ayo eased into the driver’s side, Kevwe looked at him. “Thank you Ayo. I no even know how I fit say thank you for everything you dey do for me.”

Ayo smiled. “I would do anything for the love of my life.”

Kevwe blushed and looked away.

“There is something I need to discuss with you Kevwe. So many things happened while you were in the hospital.” Ayo said as he took a deep breath. He sat back refusing to start the car.

“Wetin happen?” Kevwe asked as her face became serious.

“First thing is that we need a place to stay like yesterday. I did not want to mention this to you while you were in the hospital and recuperating, but now that you are okay and strong, you need to know that you are carrying my baby.”

Kevwe looked at her tummy and looked at Ayo’s face with shock. “You mean say I don get belle?” She asked as she touched her tummy.

“Yes, you are pregnant.” Ayo said smiling.

Kevwe put her hand on her head. “Why you no come tell the doctor make e remove am? Ah Ayo, why you dey do me like dis nau?”

Ayo’s jaw dropped. “Kevwe, remove what? You are carrying my baby and you want to take it out?” He asked shaking his head.

“I no go fit work again. If Madam hear, she go troway my things comot from her house.” Kevwe replied agitated.

“Kevwe, listen to me.” Ayo said as he turned to face her and held her face in his hands. “We are keeping this baby. You and me. Do you understand me?”

Kevwe removed his hands from her face.

“Why do you think I said we need to look for a place urgently?”

“Okay. I don hear you. Oghogho don know?”

“Yes, she does and she was happy that I am taking you out of the business.”

Kevwe was quiet.

“There is something else.”

Kevwe looked at Ayo. “Wetin again?”

“Chief is dead.”

Kevwe gasped. “Dead? Wetin happen?”

“Heart failure. He has been buried.” Ayo said sadly.

“Haaa…., sorry Ayo. I no no oh.”

“You couldn’t have. It’s fine. I just don’t know what my fate is. We discussed a lot of things before he left on that flight. Most of what we discussed seem like they would no longer be happening. Chief’s brothers have been visiting the house regularly and they have been asking me what my position is in the house. I have to get myself ready because I won’t be surprised if I am kicked out into the cold.”

“Na wa oh. So that good man just go like that?” Kevwe lamented.

“Hmm….this life.” Ayo exclaimed as he started the engine and began to drive out of the hospital premises.

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Kevwe was dropped off at home while Ayo went back to the house to keep Ngozi company. Since Chief’s death and burial, she had been absent minded a lot of times. Ayo had seen her crying a number of times while sitting in Chief’s favourite lounge chair in the garden. He felt sorry for her. She had not visited her spa and salon since Chief’s death. Ayo had taken the initiative and gone there to inform the manager about the turn of events in Chief’s household. He had also asked her to ensure that things went smoothly till their madam returned.

Ayo had also been doing the school runs for Ngozi. He looked at his wrist watch. The time read 1:00p.m. He still had an hour to go before picking the girls from school. He decided he would check on Ngozi first before going to prepare a quick lunch for himself. As he drove towards the gate, the gateman opened for him.

“Oga Ayo, welcome. Chief brother dey inside with madam.” The gateman said.

Ayo sighed. “Okay, thank you Dubem.”

Ayo parked the car and walked towards the entrance of Chief’s apartment. As he got to the door, he was about to tap the doorbell when he heard Ngozi crying and talking at the same time. He stopped at the door and tried to listen to the conversation.

“Ebuka, I cannot marry anyone of you. I know you would understand. All of you should have a rethink. Haba!!! You want to sleep with your brother’s wife in the guise of continuing a legacy. Who gave you the idea that I want to have more children?”

“Ngo, but you know I am single and can take care of you. I have always liked you oh. My brother was just chopping the good life alone. Ehn, the fifteen years age gap between you and him was too much. Give me a chance, baby.”

Ngozi was stunned as she looked at her brother-in-law. “Ebuka. I am your brother’s wife!!!”

“You are my late brother’s wife, biko. And I have a right to you just as Brother Chidi.”

“I will not stand here and listen to this nonsense.” Ngozi said as she turned back to walk away.

Ebuka reached her two steps and pulled her back. “I am still talking. Where do you think you are going to?”

“Ebuka, Ebuka, leave me alone oh. Leave me alone.” Ngozi shouted.

“I will not leave you alone. You want to play hard to get, abi? I will show you.” He said as he yanked the wrapper around her waist and pushed her on the couch.

Ngozi began to scream and Ayo knew he had to act immediately.

He put his hand on the door handle and it opened. He was glad that the door wasn’t locked. He ran towards Ebuka and dragged him off Ngozi. Ebuka turned round and gave Ayo a blow on his face. Ayo staggered backwards. Ngozi struggled to stand up from the couch and Ebuka pushed her back in as he tore her blouse. Ngozi began to scream and fight as she resisted Ebuka. Ayo rushed towards Ebuka and gave him two blows on his head. Ebuka fell back and Ngozi pushed him away as she ran towards the kitchen.

Dubem had heard Ngozi’s screaming and he ran into the house. He met Ngozi half-naked holding a kitchen knife as she pointed it towards Ebuka.

“Come near me Ebuka and I will kill you today.” She screamed.

“Please drop the knife.” Ayo pleaded.

“I will kill him and kill myself today.”

“Madam, abeg no kill Uncle Ebuka.” Dubem begged.

“Don’t do this please. Think about your children.” Ayo said as he tried to calm Ngozi.

Ngozi burst into tears but held tightly to the knife.

Ebuka moved towards her.

Ngozi wiped her tears and raised the knife in an attempt to stab him. “If you touch me, I will kill you.” She screamed.

Ayo looked at Ebuka. “Get out.” He shouted.

“In my brother’s house? Who are you?” Ebuka asked as he retraced his steps when he saw the raised knife.

“You will know who he is if you come near me. I swear, you go greet Chigozie today.” Ngozi kissed the knife and raised it to the heavens.

“Ehen, so this is what you people have been doing ehn. You have been sleeping with your oga’s wife abi?” Ebuka said to Ayo. “Ngozi, you are sleeping with a common driver, eeeh, my brother don suffer.” Ebuka said as he looked at Ngozi.

Ngozi gripped the knife tightly in her fist and took quick steps towards Ebuka.

Dubem began to shout. “Madam, abeg, madam!!!”

Ebuka became scared and pushed Dubem out of the way as he ran out of the house towards the gate.

“Why you no wait, bastard? I for kill you today, idiot.” Ngozi shouted. As she walked back, she picked up her wrapper from the floor and burst into fresh tears.

“Sorry madam.” Dubem said as he walked out of the house. He proceeded to lock the gate so Ebuka would not come back in.

 

 

Ayo stood transfixed. He was shocked at the events of the last few minutes. Anything could have happened and they would have had two dead bodies lying in the living room if Ebuka had not run out. He had never seen Ngozi that angry. He looked at her sitting on the floor as she gripped her wrapper tightly in her left hand and held the knife in her right hand. Her wrapper loosely covered her lower body as she cried uncontrollably. She bit her forefinger and cried in despair as she hit the floor with her fist. Ayo considered comforting her but thought against it. “I’m sorry Ngozi.” He said but Ngozi did not hear him. She was broken and torn.

Ayo remained there watching her. He felt her pain. He wished they could turn back the hands of time and Chief would be back with them. He wished the events of the past week would be a bad dream that everyone involved would wake up from and continue living life like it had been before.

He turned his back on her and was about leaving her. He got to the door and stopped. He couldn’t leave her this way. His heart broke as he heard her cry. He turned back to look at her. Her whole body shook with every sob. He saw her looking at the knife and without thinking, he went to her and lifted her up from the floor. He carried her up like a baby. Ngozi dropped the knife and put her arms around his neck as she held on tightly to him. Ayo carried her up the stairs towards her bedroom. He got to her room and laid her down on the bed. Her wrapper had dropped off on the way up and she was just in a torn blouse and her panties. Her neck was already turning red and there was a bruise on her cheek from Ebuka’s rough handling. Ayo looked at the length of her body. Ngozi was truly beautiful.

“It is okay, Ngozi.” He said as he wiped her tears. He touched her cheek and felt the bruise. That bastard, I could kill him with my bare hands.

“Ngozi, please stop crying.” Ayo pleaded. He sat on her bed and pulled her hair back from her face. “Please, it is okay. Everything will be fine.”

“I’m….I’m….I’m scared.” Ngozi gasped as she cried.

Ayo took a deep breath. She had every reason to be scared. Her husband’s family had suddenly turned against her. The same family she had fed so many times while her husband was alive. The family that had laughed and joked with her when everything was good.

He held her hand in his. “Don’t be scared. I’m sure things will work out somehow.”

Ngozi looked at him. Her eyes were red and puffy. She hugged Ayo and held on to him. “Thank you for saving me.” She said as her sobs subsided.

Ayo hugged her back. He would have done it for anyone. She needed to be protected. He looked at her lower body which was still bare. He closed his eyes and shook his head. His mind was beginning to play tricks on him. His body was responding to Ngozi’s tight hug. He dropped his arms around Ngozi but she was still holding on to him. What is wrong with me? He thought as his body began to warm. This was his boss’s wife. He had no business being with her in her bedroom.

He pulled Ngozi gently away from his body and lay her on the bed. He bent down to lift the duvet on the bed to cover her body. As he tried to cover her legs, his hand brushed her legs and he looked at Ngozi. She was looking at him. He bent down to kiss her legs. He moved upwards and kissed her thighs too. When he looked up at her, tears were streaming down her cheeks. He moved closer and took her lips in his as he kissed her gently. Ngozi responded in like passion tantalizing his senses and body.

 

 

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Love, Lies and Murder – Part 1

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As the police led Mojirayo away from the scene of the crime, she looked at the faces of her parents. Her mother put her hand on her head as she threw herself on the floor in lamentation. Her father who she expected to be man enough to handle the situation wasn’t any better. He was crying in broad daylight. Tears streamed down his cheeks as he looked at his first daughter. His pride, the one who was meant to take them out of the depth of poverty. The one who was meant to be the shining light to her nine younger siblings. The one he had given out in marriage at the age of sixteen because he needed to provide a better life for his family.

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      Mojirayo raised her head high. She wasn’t sorry for what she had done. She showed no remorse. This was not the time to be sorry. This was the time to be happy. The time to jubilate because she had finally been delivered from the hell she lived in. Yes, it was hell but her parents thought otherwise. Even though she hadn’t planned what happened, it had worked perfectly in her favour.

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Baba Ibeji was a pain she endured the past twenty-four months. He had a pot belly that irritated her anytime he tried to hug her. He had a terrible mouth odour that nauseated her and made her puke when he kissed her. After retching, she washed her tongue with her toothbrush vigorously so that she did not also become a victim of his terrible sickness. When he visited her room to satisfy himself, he grunted like a goat during his height of ecstasy and snored like a generator that was about to knock its engine immediately after.

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Most times, she picked up her pillow and went to the living room to sleep. When he awoke in the morning and asked if she enjoyed him, she faked a smile and nodded like an agama lizard. Her three senior wives would hiss and spit at her for the next three days. She was the intruder. The one who had come to reap where she did not sow. The one who had come to take advantage of their husband’s goodwill to better her own family. The selfish, bad-mannered girl who was old enough to be a daughter to them but was sleeping with their husband and keeping him away from their rooms for the most part of the month.

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      Twenty-six months ago, Mojirayo was about to write her SSCE exams. Every day, she reminded her father about the payment for the exams but she got the same answer each time; he did not have the funds. Shina was an okada rider who lived in a one room face-to-face apartment with ten kids. His wife was a petty trader who sold Ugwu leaves for a living. Mojirayo once asked her mother why she had to give birth to many children when they could not afford to cater for them. She had received a resounding smack across her face as her response. She was told never to stop the flow of God’s blessings. Family planning had never been an option. To her mother, it was a sin.

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But Mojirayo had overheard their neighbours making jest of them many times. They were the butt of the neighbours jokes in the building. They said Shina could barely feed himself but never ceased to get his wife pregnant. They said he was either trying to prove his virility or was too stupid to look for another form of recreation besides the bedroom.

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When Mojirayo refused to allow her father rest, he decided to approach members of his okada riders association for a loan. He however received sad stories from everyone. They also had obligations to their various families that they couldn’t fulfill.

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This denial made him take a visit to Baba Ibeji’s house which was a stone throw to theirs. Baba Ibeji was their landlord. He was a big time farmer who dealt in cassava plantation, fish farming and piggery. He had a number of employees working for him and he built the face to face apartments with the proceeds from his business. Shina had pleaded with Baba Ibeji to loan him the money for his daughter’s exams. Baba Ibeji had gladly accepted to oblige him but under a condition. Shina had promised to accept whatever condition it was. He had assumed that Baba Ibeji would probably ask for a free supply of Ugwu to his family or ask for his monthly rent to be increased to cover the cost of the loan.

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He was however in shock when he heard Baba Ibeji’s condition. He wanted to make Mojirayo his fourth wife. Shina had stammered and asked if Baba Ibeji was serious. Baba Ibeji had gotten upset and walked him out of his house. Shina had gone home dejected. How could Baba Ibeji want to take Mojirayo who was old enough to be his own daughter as wife? What about his other three wives? Shina had been unable to sleep that night. He had tossed and turned on his tattered mattress. Even when his wife, Omowunmi had tried to touch him, he had turned his back to her. She had been surprised as Shina never refused her advances. They always practiced Proverbs 5 verse 18 – 20 and Ecclesiastes 9 verse 9 to the letter.

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      The next morning, Mojirayo greeted her father with news. She wasn’t going to write the SSCE exams because she was yet to pay for it. She had been told in school the previous day. Shina made up his mind immediately. He went to Baba Ibeji and agreed to his conditions for the loan. Baba Ibeji smiled as Shina almost prostrated before him. He had eyed Mojirayo for a while. She was a stunning beauty and he felt she should live a happy life; away from the poverty of her parents. He gave Shina cash on the spot and asked him to bring Mojirayo to his house immediately after her exams were over. Shina nodded as he collected the cash and left Baba Ibeji’s house. Baba Ibeji smirked in a self-satisfied triumph. He touched his nether region and licked his lips. Mojirayo was going to be his trophy wife.

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      Tears streamed down Mojirayo’s cheeks when her father told her about his agreement with Baba Ibeji after her last paper. Shina had thought it wise to allow his daughter write her exams without any distractions. Mojirayo told her father that she would have rather missed writing the exams than get married to Baba Ibeji.

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Shina told her that she needed to look at the bright side of the situation. Baba Ibeji was rich and he would offer her a better life. She would be able to have the nicer things of life which she would never have access to under his roof. She would be able to help him send her younger ones to school which he could barely afford to do at the moment. She would make all their neighbours envious and he would have the last laugh as they would all love to be in her shoes. There was nothing Mojirayo said that made sense to her father. As far as he was concerned, this was a dream come through for them. Mojirayo was their ticket to a life out of abject poverty.

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      Two weeks after Mojirayo’s exams, Shina was yet to take his daughter to Baba Ibeji’s house. He knew he was meant to fulfill his promise but he wanted to have his daughter for one more day. He told himself he would do it tomorrow but tomorrow never came. He noticed his daughter’s countenance had changed since he told her of his agreement with Baba Ibeji. She wore a sad face permanently and looked as if she was waiting to be taken to the slaughter house.

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Even though, he also felt bad about the agreement, he consoled himself that it was for a better life. Once she became Baba Ibeji’s fourth wife, their fortune would change. All those neighbours who taunted him would see the other side of him. He would make sure they apologized for all the insults they had heaped on him all through the years. He would stop riding an okada because Mojirayo would urge her husband to buy him a nice Toyota camry 2001 model which he would use as a taxi cab. His other nine children would change their school and move to a private school in the area. Omowunmi would stop selling Ugwu leaves and start doing supplies like Baba Ibeji’s first wife. She would rub shoulders with the big women who tied their geles like a satellite dish every Saturday. She would supply party souvenirs, canopies and chairs and maybe even start cooking for large parties. At least, she loved to cook and the aroma of her food anytime she was cooking was the reason why she was called “Ìya Mojíráyò, Ölówö síbí” by their neighbours.

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He had just finished a bowl of eba and edikaikong soup as his mind played around with ideas shooting them into the goal post. He smiled and picked his teeth with a broom stick as he thought about what he would do once he became rich. A hard knock on his door jolted him out of his reverie. He wondered who could be banging his door that way at this time of the night. Another bang on the door got him upset and he stood up to accost the intruder.

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He opened the door and standing before him was Baba Ibeji. He had an angry stare on his face which highlighted the tribal marks on his cheeks. Many of the kids in the compound whispered to each other whenever they saw him that he must have fought with a tiger to have such terrible marks. Shina knew the wait was over. Baba Ibeji asked him to pack his family and wretched belongings and leave his house the next morning or fulfill his promise. He pleaded with Baba Ibeji and told him Mojirayo would arrive at his house first thing the next morning.

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