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The foolish niece
βIs she not?β Ojako asked uncertain.
What game is Tore Β playing now? His thought rattled as he stared helplessly at her.
βWell, I hate to burst your bubble uncle but she isn’tβ she answered circling round him.
βThen whose, Tore? Are you trying to tell me that you’ve been sleeping with other men?β Ojako asked trying to keep the jealousy out of his voice. The thought of her lying with her legs wide open for some other dude was more than he could bear. She had to be pulling his legs.
βOh no. she just popped into my bellyβ¦Iβm the new Virgin Maryβ she teased enjoying the irritation on his face.
βIβm serious Tore. Whose child is she?β Ojako asked fighting to keep his temper in check.
βWaleβsβ she answered throwing her hands over his neck.
βWho the hell is Wale?β he asked throwing her hands back down.
βSome dude I slept with while you were in jail. Oh come on Uncle, did you really think I could wait that long?β Omotore asked laughing βA woman has got needsβ
Ojako felt relief wash over him. At first he felt thankful that the child wasn’t his, but he couldn’t help but feel the pang of jealousy that was beginning to creep into him and soon, the doubt weren’t far off.
βSo you couldn’t wait five years?β he asked annoyed.
βFive years is a long time Uncle…and besides, you weren’t calling or writing to meβ Omotore explained sweeping her hands all over him.
βAnd that gave you the right to sleep with someone else?β he asked suddenly feeling irritated.
βRight? Of course I have the right to do whatever I want. Besides, itβs not like you are going marry me or somethingβ she insisted in a mocking tone.
Ojako stammered trying to ignore the thrill of her hands in his pants. He still had his plain trousers on but had removed his Ankara shirt and so was left with his singlet which now stood in the way of his throbbing chest and the feel of her breath on his neck.
She was probably right, Ojako realized. He wasn’t going to marry herβ¦marry his niece? That was the height of irrationality.
βAnd this Wale, he didn’t marry you, did he?β he asked warily. He wasn’t sure of anything anymore not especially now that he had just learnt that she had a child with someone else and was even foolish enough to keep it; Β probably she was also foolish enough to marry him, Ojako cursed.
Initially, he could stake his life that Omotore would never leave his side but now, that belief was gradually fading off. The thought that she was sleeping around while he was rotting in prison, left a sour taste in his mouth but somehow, he knew this wasnβt the time to let his rage get the better of him, not when everything was going as planned, Ojako thought
And certainly not now that we have succeeded in getting rid of Jiteβ¦.
βNo he didn’tβ she answered pulling her hands from his trousers βthe bastard ran off as soon as I told him I wasn’t going to risk my life by terminating the child. I was too far gone for thatβ
βYou see?β Ojako answered pulling her back to himself βYou are meant for me Tore and no one else. It doesn’t matter if we never get married or that you are now a mother. All I want is you and only youβ he flattered her as he landed a kiss on her lips and drove his hands into her nightwear expertly finding his way to his favorite spot. He heard her moan as he thrust his finger into her sex, letting the wetness of it soil his fingers. Swiftly, he led her to the bed and threw the nightwear over her head.
Odafe
βLike I saidβ¦I have nothing to sayβ Dafe retorted furiously as he began to climb the stairs up to the main entrance of the house.
βBut sir, itβs been rumored that your mother did not die of natural causesβ the sternest of the three reporters that was swamping around him insisted.
βGuards!β he yelled out in frustration.Β He didnβt know how they had managed to slip passed the security guards at the gate.
So much for their military training, he cursed beneath his breath.
These days, it has become almost unbearable to go out without these god damned reporters swamping around him like bees, especially now that their motherβs funeral was almost at hand. Tomorrow was the βDβ day. Tomorrow, he would be saying farewell to an empty coffin. He still couldnβt believe that his father had had his motherβs body cremated. What was more infuriating was the fact that he had insisted on burying her ashes in an βimportedβ coffin. Somehow their father had supported Ejiafeβs idea of importing a coffin for their motherβs burial which was nothing but preposterous to Odafe.
What are these people up to? He lamented.
βWe have to put up a showβ his father had announced in one of their irritating dinners.
βAt motherβs funeral?β Odafe asked angrily. He couldnβt believe what he was hearing. He was quite aware of how influential his family was and how important it was to always put up a positive image to the public and to the press but an act at a funeral? Their motherβs funeral? Is father running mad? Odafe has thought furiously
βThe world must not know what is going on here. It wasnβt my wish to have your motherβs body cremated. She had insisted on it before she passed awayβ his father had explained again.
Odafe had rolled his eyes. Then why import a golden casket for just her ashes? He had wanted to ask.
βWe all know that a lot of people will turn up for the event, dignitaries from all the corners of the world. Besides the fact that your mother was a former Beauty queen way before most of you were born, she was also a political figureβ his father had went on answering his unsaid question.
βSo please, on no account should that casket be openedβ he continued ignoring the βnot-againβ confusion on Odafeβs face. βI will assign some guards to make sure that never happensβ
βI donβt get itβ Odafe retorted. There was so much he could take. He was already furious that he wouldnβt have a body to say his farewell to but the fact that they had to keep on lying even to the point of her final departure was just uncalled for. Importing a golden casket he could ignore because it had become obvious his family didnβt know what else to do with money and besides, this was their motherβs funeral, golden casket, silver casket, bronze casket, whatever, he didnβt really care butβ¦βWhy canβt we tell them she was cremated? Didnβt you just say it was what she wanted? People can understand that, canβt they?β
βNo they cannot.β his father had answered firmly, rising to his feet. Odafe saw the irritation written all over the manβs face but he could care less.
Now, there were reporters questioning him about his motherβs death.
What was he to make of that?
From the corner of his eyes, he could see the security guards dragging them out of the compound as he pulled the entrance door opened and stepped into the sitting room.
Shouldnβt he be used to it by now, being mobbed by the press? He wondered wearily as he bolted the door. It was part of his family daily lives; their famous, rich and influential lives, he knew. It was a necessary price to pay, his father had often said, but he couldnβt help but admit it was one of the things he never missed when he was away from his family and now he wished for nothing more than to be back to his own quiet life with his wife and unborn child. He just couldnβt wait for the funeral to be over and done with.
The Ginaβs incident
From experience, Odafe had come to know the press was known to be snoopy, digging up unnecessary dirt, twisting and fabricating stories and lies. Odafe remembered the night he had snuck out to visit his girlfriend Gina back when he was still in secondary school. His parents had forbidden him from seeing her because according to them, he was too young for a relationship and she was definitely not his type.
What did they know?
But reluctantly, he had obeyed his parents because they had grounded him and cut off all his savings and credit cards. He had no choice but to break up with her. Gina was devastated. He remembered vividly the disdainful look in her tearful eyes as she looked him over and then dashed away. She wouldnβt speak with him for months even in school until that fateful night.
He had received a text message from Ex-girlfriend Gina asking for a meeting and so, as quietly as a mouse, he had snuck out of the house and drove all the way to their meeting spot but she never turned up.
Worried, Odafe waddled into her parentβs house in search of her only to find the front door of the house ajar which was so unlike the Ejiekeβs. Curious, he rushed into the house to find his beloved Gina on the sitting room floor covered in a pool of blood. Horrified, he yelled out for help but it was obvious that there was no one else in the house and so, he dialed his phone for an ambulance and then his parents.
βMum!β he wept into the phone, suddenly lost for words. There was so much blood…
βOdi?β his mother asked sounding confused. Her voice was low and quiet. βWhy are you calling my phone? Arenβt you in the house?β
βMum, Gina Ginaβ¦.β he cried pulling his lumped ex-girlfriendβs body closer to himself. The lifeless of it frightened him and he began to call out her name desperate for her to wake up.
βOdafe, where are you?β his mother asked with the tempo of her voice rising at each word.
βMum. Iβm in Ginaβs house. Something has happened. She is bleeding…β he sobbed as he wrapped his arms around her body urging her to open her eyes.
βOdi! Listen to meβ¦are you there? Odi?β he could hear the desperate voice of his mother calling but he wasnβt listening. Gina wouldnβt open her eyes even though he could see the slow rise and fall of her chest. The cream blouse she had worn had been thrown over her head and her head was covered in bruises in ways he could only say heβd seen in horror movies. Her jeans trousers had been pulled from her waist and thrown several inches away and her underwear was still stuck between her legs and sneakers. She was naked, Odafe suddenly realized as he got up slowly to look round the room. Nothing besides a small stool had been moved from its place. The big television set hung on the wall was intact, the red cushion chairs and couches had not been displaced. Even the car keys and mobile phone were lying idly on the shelf.
This was a rape attack… Odafe realized as he pulled further away from the body and stared at the bruises on Gina lips.
Still with his phone glued to his ears, he could hear his mother telling him to leave the house immediately.
βGet out of there, Dafe. Did you hear me?!β it was his father now yelling into the phone.
βBut Ginaβ¦β he stammered confused as he listened to the rage of commands blasting into his eardrums. Completely lost and frightened, Odafe turned and fled the house. Few hours later while wrapped up in a blanket sipping tea, he saw his name plastered all over the news as the prime suspect of the rape attack. Bloody reporters! It had to take all the monetary muscles of his father to get his name wiped off yet Ginaβs rapist was never foundβ¦
βSweetie, you are back!β Rhoda announced drawing him back from memory lane as she rose from the couch sheβd been sitting and hugged him tightly. The memories were gone in a flash.
βYeahβ he answered placing a kiss on her forehead βHowβs my son doing?β he asked rubbing her protruding belly.
βHeβs fineβ she grinned as she gestured him to one of the cushions in the sitting room.
βI saw the reporters. How did they get in?β she asked curiously.
βI wish I knew but Iβm guessing they followed me. Do you know that they were asking if I knew what killed my mother? Ree, can you just imagine?β Odafe asked trying to keep his anger from his voice.
βReally? Killed? What do they mean by that?β Rhoda asked stunned.
βI donβt know. Itβs all over the internet and newspaper. Everyone is blogging about itβ Odafe answered angrily.
βThis is seriousβ Rhoda exclaimed calmly.
βI donβt know why anyone would think my mother was killedβ Odafe lamented quietly.
βOh honeyβ Rhoda moved closer to him, and then wrapped her arms round his shoulders.
βDonβt worry about it. I think there is some sort of mistakeβ She consoled.
βYeah there is and besides, not everything in the newspaper is trueβ Odafe answered rising to his feet.
Captain Efetobo
Captain Efetobo stared down at the picture of his wife grinning in a frame. She had the most beautiful smile he had ever seen. It was what first attracted her to him on that fateful day they had met in a club. He had just returned from a field trip and had leisurely hit the club with two of his buddies, Daniel and Ovie. He could recall that day as vividly as he could remember his first shooting lessons.
She was dressed in a lemon green blouse, and a short jeans skirt with her hair wrapped up in a ponytail. She was laughing into her drink with two other girls, Bridget and Dima-he later learnt- giggling beside her. Struck by her beauty and ignoring the fact that there was obviously a long queue of men fighting for her attention, he had walked up to her and whispered something into her ears. He couldnβt remember now what he had said but somehow, it had worked like a charm because timidly, she had excused herself from her friends and they had gone outside of the club to talk while the other dudes glared after them in jealousy. That was one of his best nights, Captain Efetobo admitted smiling at the memory. Talking with her and hearing her laugh at his lame jokes, had been priceless.
It wasnβt long after then that he proposed; six months, seven months perhaps, he wasnβt sure but she had been so excited, dressed in a short red gown that was slit behind to expose almost the whole of her straight back. Resting on her conspicuous thighs was a silver purse that matched the color of her shoes. Her hair was thrown down to expose their curly and dark brown texture. She held a smile that could light up the whole town and lips that were so red and mushy that Efetobo was afraid that if he kissed them, they might melt away. Her cat-shaped eyes held him spell bound that for a moment, he was unable to speak. He had dressed in his favorite grey suit and pants and was hoping to God that he looked as dashing as his friends had flattered. This was the day heβd been waiting for and he must look his best.
βYou look beautiful!β he answered breaking the silence. Even though the Rosebud restaurant and bar was sparsely crowded, it felt like it was just both of them in the room.
βThank youβ she grinned again, exposing her perfect set of white teeth. Efe felt his breath cut. God! I hope Iβm going to survive this night.
βEfeβ She laughed, βYou look tense. Is everything okay?β she asked resting her hands on his.
βThey will beβ he answered blushing as he looked from her hands to her face.
βYou sure?β she asked again, this time with a look of concern.
βOf courseβ he answered grinning. I just hope Iβm right.
The waiter was soon at their table, pouring into their glass cups, some ice and then champagne.
βYou know, you got me worried after the pageant last night. I saw you scowling. What happened?β Onajite asked spooning up a sip of the tasty soup from her plate.
βOh that! That was nothing. Just stress you knowβ he answered trying to keep the uncertainty from his voice.
βJite, I need to ask you something.Β He said after a moment’s silence of sipping and lungful thinking. βAre you cheating on me?β
βWhat?β he heard her exclaim as a look of confusion crossed her face.
He didnβt know what next to say. Thereβd been rumors and there were blogs writing about her affair with her model director Chima. It was all over several gossip magazines, so heβd been told. He hadnβt braced enough courage to see for himself, afraid that possibly if he did, it might just be true but he knew better than to listen to rumors and read gossip magazines especially when he could easily find out the truthβ¦.from the horseβs mouth.
βCheating on you? What could possibly make you think Iβm cheating on you? I meanβ¦God!β She asked, her face covered in rage and probity.
Efetobo felt his breath ease. She isnβt lying. He suddenly felt stupid for asking. He couldnβt believe he hadnβt been able to sleep for days over some silly rumors. There was no way Jite would have left him for some hungry ass dude. She was his! His only and she was going to be his wifeβ¦
βIβm sorry for asking such a question, Jite. Iβm truly sorryβ he apologized pulling back her hands and squeezing them reassuringly. She grumbled and then picked up her glass cup but just as she was about to take a sip, she paused recognizing what was in the cup mixed with the liquid. Efetobo grinned.
Dropping to his knees next to her, he asked βJite, will you do me the honors of being my wife?ββ¦β¦β¦β¦
This story just keeps getting confusing,,,,i hope the secrets is not to big
lolx. I’m sorry it seems confusing to you dear…Its a mystery story not a narrative so basically, to get it, you have to piece the information u get from each episode to understand what the whole story is about.
Perhaps the next episode would shred more light on the events . Thanks for reading!
This secret eh! Looking forward to the great reveal…
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The secret is def gna be a big one.
lolx.. I guess…thanks for reading. More to come!
Impromtu Reading,Didn’t even get an Alert! Any way,Nice story again…Keep it up.
thank you…More to come!
What’s even about d secret? Pls spill for us abeg
lolx..now wouldn’t you like to know…u have to stick around to find out
Hmmmm
hmmm o!
Good job, u are getting better d day
thank you!
Wow. This story is getting more and more captivating and intriguing.
Kudos author.
Thanks Lady Sally
Thanks dear..more to come!
extremely interesting dear,,,can’t wait for the secrets to be revealed dog
lolx…soon!
extremely interesting dear,,,can’t wait for the secrets to be revealed doh
soon….very soon…thanks for reading
Why do I feel Gite is not dead? Nice one
me too….
shey? it’s possible……lolx…thanks for reading
Nice….keep it up dearie.
thanks dear…more to come
Loving this more and more.
i’m glad…thanks for reading!
Worth the wait, thanks
thanks…kindly check out the next episode. It’s featuring now!
Wow! Niece and uncle twist? Didn’t see that coming!
I just startd readin nd i tell u until i finish i ll not rest. weldone