My dad was a very handsome
man, we were told how girls used to flock around him like bees to their hives
when he was young. It was quite obvious that the beauty ran in the family because
all his brothers were handsome while the females were beautiful. When his first
wife left him after two children, dad realized that looks alone could not
sustain relationship, especially among grown ups.
Dad was handsome quite
alright. But he did not have corresponding financial clout to sustain his array
of female admirers. The moment he was
laid off in the ministry of works where he was a senior supervisor, his fortune
nose dived. All his
efforts at getting another well paid job failed woefully.
When he was at the
ministry, apart from his monthly salary, which was not enough to sustain him,
his young family and his extra marital affairs, he had addition or extra income
because he was in charge of procurement.
This gave him the privilege of cutting corners and short changing his
employers.
He was eventually caught
during one of the illegal dealings and he was sacked. The sudden termination of
his appointment did not give him time to prepare for eventuality. The little amount he had in the bank soon got
exhausted. What quickly exposed him was that he refused to face the reality of
his joblessness in good time. Months after he lost his job, he was still
patronizing his regular drinking joints and his array of women. When the money
got dried up eventually, the women refused to surface again. He became
distraught and his wife was the butt of his frustration. The wife soon left when she could no longer
cope.
Despite this predicament,
dad still remained attractive. His targets then were the married women and
divorcees. My mum was one of his victims.
Mum had got three children
for her first husband before he died of a protracted illness. She met my dad in
a party. One thing led to the other and
before mum knew it, she was pregnant for this handsome man who swept her off
her feet with his dashing looks.
The pregnancy was about
six months old before mum knew whom dad really was. It was therefore too late
for her to retract her steps mum was comfortable by all standards. What she was looking for was companionship,
therefore she seldom visited him at home. On this particular visit, what she
met was shameful. Two women were fighting over my dad. The two warring women
practically naked each other, and dad was in-between them trying helplessly to
separate them. Mum had seen enough. She turned back and vowed never to have
anything to do with him again.
Before you start blaming
her for not looking properly before she leaped, consider this. The party where
they met was a high society one. Dad was in his best clothes and in company of
well fed people. Although dad was poor, his family belonged to a dynasty and
the name opened doors of opportunities.
Probably, the name could have done some magic for him, but his act at
the ministry has given him the tag of the black sheep of the family. Therefore
everyone tried to ostracize him. In short, nobody wanted to identify with the
black sheep.
I was born a girl after
same eight years, my dad came for me. My mum refused initially but when the
issue was getting into scandal, mum reneged in order to protect her other
children. She dumped me with his
mother. Growing up was fun, so I thought.
I was shuttling between my granny’s place, my dad’s and mum’s during
vacation. This afforded me the
opportunity of knowing three of them intimately.
There was this uncle of
mine that worked with an oil company. She was very rich and always on foreign
trips to France, Geneva and so on. She had even paid my school fees on several
occasions uncle Okpe always sent credit on my mobile phone. His favourite song
when he was tipsy with wine was.
Ope o ku o
E wo
mariwo okpe o!
Meaning
palm tree has not died o.
As you can see the life
Palm fronds!
This particular day, he called me on
phone and requested that I should meet him at a hotel in Surulere area of the
city to come and collect the project money I requested he said he was attending
is a conference there and that if I got there before him, I should collect a
note from the receptionist.
When I got to the hotel, uncle was
already there. I saw his latest jeep packed in the car park. I approached the
lady receptionist and was directed to room 137 on the first floor. The receptionist must have informed him of my
presence; because when I knocked on the door of the chalet, he answered
immediately and told me to come in.
She seemed to have rehearsed the
scenario very well. Immediately I entered, he set the ball rolling. Don’t let
me deceive you, the moment I entered that chalet, I knew I was in for real
trouble. He went straight to the point. He went about narrating how beautiful I
was. He said I had combined the beauty of my mum with that of their
family. He assured me that I would never
be in want again if I succumbed to his desire to sleep with me.
As he was saying this, he was all
over me, hugging me and literally pulling of my dress. I tried to push him off.
He dashed to where he kept his brief case. He opened it and I saw bales of
thousand naira notes. I swallowed hard
at the sight. I told myself that I had to be very careful of this man. I knew within me that part of those money
belonged to me, but how I would earn it without losing my pride and committing
an abomination remained a mirage. I
decided to play along with him by massaging his ego. I removed my blouse and
spread it in one of the chairs. He rushed at me, grabbed my breasts and yanked
one of them out of the bra! I told him to relax. I said he should allow me to
remove the bra by myself. I was thinking fast I returned the breast back into
the cup. I made to unbuckle the bra when a thought suddenly occurred to
me. Uncle Okpe was already poised for
action. He had removed all his clothes, left for his boxer pant. His rampaging manhood
was roaring to go into action. I moved close to him and held his manhood. I
gave it a gentle stroke. He seemed to have been assured of my resolve to play
along with him. I excused myself and strolled into the toilet taking my bag
with me. I shut the
door and sat on the toilet seat. I was crying and thinking I gazed at the wall
and saw a list of telephone numbers pasted on the wall. I stood up and had a
closer look at it. I saw police, Health services, Road safety, EFCC, Rapid
response squad, NDLEA, Fire-service etc.
When I got to fire services, I
paused and thought deeply. I could recollect that when I was coming into the
hotel, few meters away was a fire station. I decided to call the station. I
told the officer on the control board in a agitated voice, that there was a
rampaging fire at the hotel. The man replied that they would be there right
away. They did!
Uncle Okpe must have heard my voice
because he asked what the matter was. I told him that I was answering a call
and that I would soon join him. Siren had started blaring. My trick had worked!
Few minutes later, he banged on the
door and asked me to come out. I opened the door for
him. When he saw my nudity, he swallowed hard and murmured, “Tito, you have to
dress up. There is a fire outbreak on one of the floors. In fact the fire
service men are downstairs. We have to
get out of here fast. Everybody had been ordered out.”
He was visibly shaken. He gathered
his clothes and dashed into the toilet to pee.
I ran out into the room. Before he could come out, I opened his
briefcase and helped myself into some neat bales of the naira notes. I greedily
loaded them into my poly bag and dropped it by the door. When uncle came out,
he only gave me two thousand naira and promised to call me again. I quickly dressed up, picked my poly bag and
ran out of the hotel, thanking my star!.
Uncle Okpe called me on phone the
following day but not to book another appointment. He was raking about his money; yelling like a
baby.
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