Category: Weekend Treat

  • I’m 22, I need a wealthy woman of 50 for a relationship

    I’m Alex, 22, a student in Lagos. I need a romantic and wealthy woman between age 30 and 50 who

    lives in Lagos for a relationship.

     

    •Dear Alex, your request shouldn’t have come through me at all. I’m sure your mum and aunties have wealthy friends within their age brackets, so all you should do is to walk up to any one of them for friendship. If that fails, you print your request on fliers and go to all those highbrow shops in Lagos where they sell lace and expensive goods and distribute. Who knows, you may be contacted.

    As for me, I believe in morals and I would tongue lash a younger brother of mine who at this age is looking for a wealthy woman old enough to be his mother instead of concentrating on hard work and a bright future. Forget about all the sugar-mummy stuff you see in film, if they exist in reality, it is rare and it takes more pains than what you see. There is also no future in it. Be serious about life, Alex.

  • Dimeji Bankole returns

    Dimeji Bankole returns

    Just when he appears to have permanently vanished from the minds of many, former Speaker of the House of Representatives, Dimeji Bankole, has staged a return to the social scene. Those who should know say Bankole is quietly putting structures in place to re-launch himself to political reckoning. They claim that he is still very close to key members of the House of Representatives.

    According to an inside source, the former speaker is staying put in Abuja because that is where things are really happening.

  • Dele Giwa: Kayode Soyinka replies ex-Police boss:‘I didn’t run to the toilet when the bomb exploded’

    Dele Giwa: Kayode Soyinka replies ex-Police boss:‘I didn’t run to the toilet when the bomb exploded’

    On December 15 last year, veteran journalist and publisher of Africa Today magazine, Mr. Kayode Soyinka, clocked 55 years. It was a milestone he almost did not live to witness let alone celebrate. This is considering the fact that he could have died 27 years ago if he had not survived the parcel bomb incident of October 19, 1986, which sadly claimed the life of Dele Giwa, the founding editor-in-chief of Newswatch with whom he was having breakfast when the letter bomb was delivered. With the announcement of Dele Giwa’s mother’s death a few days ago, we caught up with the famous international journalist and publisher, who incidentally had contested on three consecutive occasions to be governor of Ogun State but failed to get the ticket. In this interview with NNEKA NWANERI, the Action Congress of Nigeria (ACN) stalwart speaks on a wide-range of national issues from the parcel bomb incident and the merger talks among opposition parties to the controversial sale of Newswatch last year, among other issues.

     

    What would you say about the mother of your former boss Dele Giwa, who died early this month?

    Yes, the Dele Giwa issue has become part of my life; it’s like a cross I carry because of my involvement with the parcel bomb incident of almost 27 years ago. Remember, I only survived it by the grace of God. You are asking me this question again because of the death of Dele’s mother just announced. I got a telephone call very early that morning when she died. It was Mr. Soji Akinrinade that called me from London to break the news to me – barely an hour after she died. She was a strong willed woman and I had known her over the years. Sometimes, in those days, when we were still at Concord newspapers, long before the advent of Newswatch, and I was visiting Nigeria and staying with Dele at his house in Ikeja (not where the bomb took place), it was either I would meet his mother there at home with him, or she had just left back to the village a day or so before my arrival.

    Dele was very close to his mother. He did not joke with her at all. It was an honour for me to have met her. The last time I saw her was at Dele’s burial in their village near Auchi, in Edo State. I was there live with my wife contrary to the erroneous story of Babangida’s government’s mischief makers who tried to deceive the Nigerian people in order to exonerate the government from the assassination of Dele Giwa, saying that I had fled the country. They deliberately spread all kinds of falsehood, ignoring even newspaper reports and pictures of myself and my wife in attendance at the burial. And mind you, how could I have fled the country? My wife and children were not in Nigeria with me when the bomb exploded, they had to take the next available flight to Nigeria to join me. Yet, Babangida’s men said I fled the country. And my family and I remained in the country throughout the whole period of the controversy and burial arrangement. We returned to London together through the former British Caledonian Airways, through Muritala Mohammed Airport.

    There was no way we could have left quietly. We were accompanied to and seen off at the airport by friends, including the Newswatch editors, and family. The airline people recognised us. Our two children were still small then. The air hostesses took them from us, played with them, and they were asking me if I was feeling better – knowing the trauma one must have been through in the past weeks, and took us straight and right inside the aircraft, even before checking in other passengers. Yet the Babangida men kept saying, even till today, that I fled the country. Can you imagine?

    So how did the parcel bomb explode?

    Save me the agony of going through all this again. I don’t like narrating the story. I have said enough about it over the years. But there is somebody I must use this opportunity to respond to. I have been deliberately keeping quiet all these years that he has been writing about me, accusing me of being a suspect and even insinuated that I was the one who brought the bomb. That was the former Deputy Inspector-General of Police, Christopher Omeben, who investigated the horrific incident, and who I understand is now a pastor. He did not believe that I could survive the bomb. He was unfair to me severally in the book that he wrote on Dele Giwa, and in an interview he granted The Sun Newspaper last year or so. He said in that interview that I ran to the toilet when the parcel bomb was delivered. That is not true. It’s a blatant lie. He got wrong information.

    This man, who was not there when the bomb exploded. Whatever information he collected after the explosion was from some third, fourth or even tenth party, but he would stop at nothing trying to rope me in. But every time he tried to do that, he always failed because no one is listening to him and such accusations can never stick. My survival was simply God’s miracle. And I will forever be grateful to Him while I pray that He continues to bless Dele’s soul. But the Pastor Omeben does not believe that such miracles can happen. He has never heard about a plane crash where hundreds of passengers have perished but small children, babies, survived. Isn’t that a miracle? Our Pastor Omeben has never heard about an earthquake that has brought down many buildings, turning a whole community into rubble and still over a month or so after, when all rescuers have left, abandoning the search for survivors, people are still being dragged out alive from the rubble.

    Yet Pastor Omeben still keeps wondering how I could have survived such a dreadful bombing without a scratch on my body. He forgot the terrible damage done to my eardrums and the continuous noise or echo in my both ears I had to carry everyday for about five years after the incident before they were healed. And even then, till today, I hear better from my right ear, while the left one which was nearer to the blast is weaker. Well, my answer to him is that he should keep asking. Those who sent the bomb to us are still here and walking about the streets freely. But Dele is not here and his mother has now gone to join him without getting justice. I am here only by the grace of the Almighty God. Definitely, God will deliver the ultimate judgment. If not here, at the great beyond when we all meet at His feet.

    Do you sometimes feel threatened?

    Why should I feel threatened when I don’t have an excuse to be here anymore? I should have gone that day 27 years ago. That was death I came face to face with. It was like I had died and I came back. May be you don’t know that I held the letter bomb in my hand before I gave it back to Dele. If I had decided to open it when Dele gave it to me, it would have been a totally different story. It wasn’t my time to go! It’s been traumatic living with that experience for many years. I have lived with the psychological trauma of it so much so that one gets used to it, and as I said earlier, it is now part of my life and I have moved on since. Even up till now, when I make appearances, especially in Nigeria and I am introduced and people hear the name, Kayode Soyinka, you will naturally hear the comments, “the parcel bomb survivor”.

    I went through a lot in those days, most especially the pressure from the Nigerian security service. They placed my name into their computer system at all the points of entry to and departure from Nigeria. That made me look like a wanted person. So I could not come back to Nigeria while Babangida was still in power. You won’t believe it, they chased me all the way to London because they never thought anyone could survive the parcel bomb and be able to tell the story of how it happened. They were so amateurish, they didn’t even know how to disguise. The SSS operatives, through the Nigeria High Commission, would come to our house in London. They would park their cars right in front of our house and be watching my movement. What they did not know was that even the UK authorities knew what happened to me in Nigeria and had already placed their own surveillances over the Nigerian SSS. I was under the protection of Her Majesty’s government throughout the time because they knew what I went through in Nigeria.

    So why should I feel threatened? I am just an ordinary mortal and I’m doing the only job I am known for, and have done all my life, and like doing best; the job that I have passion for, and has given me everything that I have today both nationally and internationally, which is journalism – being a newspaper man. Nothing will threaten me because I have lived a fulfilled life. I have my family; my two children are now both grown up. I have been privileged to send them to some of the best educational institutions in the world. My son for example was educated at Harrow. I am sure you know what that means. They finished their university education with two degrees each four/five years ago and are working in London. So I am done. I am more or less in retirement as a newspaper man. So when I see young journalists and reporters like you, I see a bit of myself in you because that was how I started, did so well in this Nigeria everyone is talking so badly about now.

    I was posted out by Daily Sketch in 1978 as London Correspondent , a key position in the newspaper industry, and I made a career out of being a foreign correspondent and out of journalism as a whole. That is my pride and joy as a Nigerian journalist. I’m only now trying to spend more time back home in Nigeria having spent over 30 years doing my work abroad, and it is not easy. I have spent 37 years in the newsroom doing my work. So if I die tomorrow, you cannot know me for any other thing but journalism, and they should just simply put on my tombstone: Kayode Soyinka – Newspaper reporter. I hope I live a long life like my father and see my grandchildren and great grandchildren.

    But in case I suddenly die, it does not matter anymore. I am not afraid of death having had a close shave with one already; everyone will die one day and go six feet under the ground. No matter what wealth one may have accumulated, things like that don’t bother me anymore. And by the way, we can’t take them to the grave. I have seen a lot and been in important places and related with influential people around the world – and still do. But I like and enjoy living an ordinary life. I hate attention. I am usually public shy despite being a media person.

    Have we learnt anything in Nigeria from the Dele Giwa episode?

    Certainly not from the letter-bombing of Dele Giwa. There are so many criminals in Nigeria today and people have become too fraudulent, the corruption is mind-boggling and life means nothing in Nigeria. It is so sad. Everyone seems so desperate for money and power! It’s a real shame. People who are really nobody feel very important, pompous and arrogant. I stear clear of such people. When the parcel bomb was delivered, I was saying at that time that it was very important for the authorities to get those who did it because if they didn’t, it would encourage similar occurrences in future. Now, see what has happened since Dele Giwa was killed by letter bomb. See the number of unresolved murders and assassinations we have had in Nigeria. In fact, things have gone even worse. Look at Chief Bola Ige. A whole Attorney-General and Minister of Justice of Nigeria was assassinated and up till now, the killers have not been found. Ditto Baba Rewane, Funso Williams, and so on and so forth. So many of those who have been killed without a trace of who did it have encouraged others to do the same because they were not brought to book. Now high level kidnapping is taking place – a totally new dimension – and so are the Boko Haram bombings. It’s gone out of control. So I don’t believe Nigeria has improved since the Dele Giwa assassination.

    Is that what motivated you to go into politics?

    No, not necessarily. Genuinely, I wanted to serve having had personal fulfillment in my career. As a political journalist, I have always interacted with people in politics both locally and internationally. I have reached a stage in my life and career when I thought I should put something back to the community that made me. I didn’t want to do it nationally at first but chose to go back home to the grassroots level. So I went to my state, Ogun State, where I put my name forward and campaigned in three general elections to be elected as governor. I do not know who has done it before me consecutively for three times. And I don’t know why they didn’t give me the ticket.

    What is your view on the merger talks going on by the opposition parties?

    I think it is a good thing. It is long overdue. But we have to be careful how we tread on this. I am obviously concerned about the interest of my own party, ACN, in the merger. We should be the senior partner in the merger because we are the party with control over the largest number of states. And it should be spelt out clearly for us and our people what we are getting: is it wholesale merger, or an alliance or a coalition? These are different things and it must be made clear to us what it is we are doing and getting. It will be good for Nigeria if the three largest opposition parties in the country can come together as one party. That will create a more viable option for the electorate who are fed up with of the bad, visionless and clueless government of the PDP. The good thing about this one is that the merger process started early before the 2015 election. So we will know soon if this one will work or not.

    How have you maintained your independence as a politician and a publisher?

    I have been in the journalism profession for 37 years. You cannot be a newspaperman of my pedigree and not be forthright when it comes to taking editorial decisions, especially on crucial issues. I am from the old school. When I was a reporter, I didn’t have political ambitions. I went into partisan politics after I had put in about 30 years continuously on the job. Today, I can gladly say my profession is newspaper reporting and not politics. Look at my track record, I have been a reporter here in Nigeria, I have been a foreign correspondent reporting from overseas for over 18 years – a record in Nigeria. I have been an editor and I have been a publisher of my own international news magazine, Africa Today, one of the most influential pan-African news magazines in the world, for another 18 years. That is the highest I can go in my profession. So my politics and publishing or journalism is like oil and water, they don’t mix. I am a politician with a reporter’s notebook in hand!

    What is your reaction to the transition of Newswatch?

    I am sad that Newswatch isn’t on the newsstands now and I gathered that it is the first time in 27 years, apart from when we were proscribed by the Babangida administration after the letter bomb incident. I want to commend the former Newswatch Executives, Dan Agbese, Ray Ekpu, Yakubu Mohammed and Soji Akinrinade who survived Dele Giwa. I commend them because the public will not understand the kind of difficulties they went through after surviving the death of their close colleague in such fatal manner. Remember, Dele Giwa’s death was so horrific; it could put iron into the soul. Then, the magazine was proscribed twice. There are not many newspapers or businesses anywhere in the world that could go through all that and survive. So they should be commended and our people should appreciate that.

    Secondly, they are working in the most difficult business environment. It is not a child’s play to run a newspaper in this country. The business environment is very difficult for a newspaper or newsmagazine like Newswatch that depends on advertising to survive. If the business environment is difficult, the advertising market will be the first to be affected instantly. They went through all that and had to look for other ways to sustainthe iconic magazine by getting investors. I had the opportunity in November last year, when the former Newswatch executives launched a book at the NIIA and I was invited. There I made my position very clear. I told them to take a firm position because they should not let Newswatch die. I reminded them that Newswatch is now part of Nigeria’s history because Dele Giwa lost his life for Newswatch. I also made it clear to them that the issue is no longer theirs alone. It is by far bigger than them (the executives) now because Nigerians themselves have now owned Newswatch. It is in the consciousness of the Nigerian people.

    You know this when you go to the social networks, like Facebook, you see how Nigerians are discussing the issue of Newswatch with so much passion. The magazine has become part and parcel of our daily life. It is now a bigger issue than the former executives. None should forget the supreme price Dele Giwa paid. I therefore appealed for some external intervention in the matter. Except we don’t want to have regard for history, we should know that Newswatch is now part of Nigerian history and it should not be allowed to die. I pray that it won’t be too long before it gets back on the newsstands.

    Are you planning to contest the governorship again in 2015?

    People keep telling me not to give up. Some would go on to remind me that Abraham Lincoln contested several times before he was elected president of the United States. I don’t want to be the Abraham Lincoln of Ogun State. But I am a staunch Baptist and deeply religious person. I therefore believe in God’s own plan for me in life. His grace and glory have already been manifested in me. I have seen them in my life. Or can’t you see them, or feel them, with all the stories I have been telling you? And I have contentment. His time is always the best.

     

     

  • Me and the oga madams

    I have an older cousin, Fola Ajibola who calls her husband ‘my oga’ and I have a friend, Bimbo Odedeji who has been addressing her husband as ‘my lord’ for all the 17 years of their marriage. That’s on one hand.

    On the other hand, I know of a woman who tells her husband that if he is not home at a particular time of the day, there won’t be food for him and for four months running, she has not cooked for him as he has not been returning at that stipulated time. You may want to know the time she set. Well, it is 6.30pm! Once he’s not home by 6.30pm or 7.00pm the grace time, there won’t be food. Pronto!

    I also know a woman who competes with her husband on all activities. If he can go out and hang out with the men till late, she can also have her limitless ladies night. If she needs to go out for a function, she needs no permission as he also doesn’t take permissions to attend functions. After all, he just announces that he has an event to attend and she doesn’t have to agree to it before he goes, so why should she take permissions from him?

    To my very old-fashioned mind, I will rather embrace the woman who calls her husband ‘my oga’ and the one who calls him ‘my-lord’ than the woman who sets boarding house rules for her husband. I won’t also want to be friends with the one who competes with her husband.

    I may be thinking this way not only because I am old-fashioned. I may have seen so much joy in the home of my cousin that I would rather copy a woman like her.

    Fola was born in England and was raised by her very successful father and my highly sophisticated aunty. She schooled in England and she runs one of the most successful online shoe businesses that I know of.

    She also shuttles between Zurich and Dubai for lace materials and gold, which she sells in London. So by all means, she’s not an illiterate and she is really exposed.

    Fola loves ‘gisting’ on the phone and you could hear her giggling across many miles when we talk on the phone, but the moment she hears the key in the lock signaling her husband’s arrival from work, she announces that her ‘oga’ is back and she has to receive him. You can bet that she would rush downstairs to meet him no matter what she’s doing.

    Calling her husband oga does not take away romance from their marriage; it only constantly reminds her that the man is the head of the home and in the order of things, his opinions come first. Well, her husband literally eats from her palms and they are truly happy because she gives him the respect men want. He reciprocates by giving her all the support she might need for the growth of her business and she gets the cooperation she needs in the house.

    Bimbo, maybe because her husband is her lord, has never raised her voice on her husband even during arguments. You won’t want to rubbish the man you call your lord; would you?

    For me, I love endearing words like ‘honey’ ‘darling’ ‘sweetie’ and I may even experiment with ‘my gift’, ‘my treasure’ and so on, but subconsciously, my man is still my oga no matter how ‘stupid’ some people may call that. If by being nice and respectful, I get my peace and my happiness, why not continue to be just that.

    Were dun wo, ko se bi lomo.  That’s one wicked Yoruba saying that literarily means a ‘mad man is good to watch for amusement but nobody wants to have a mad child’. I honestly enjoy relating the stories of the fights and disagreements that most often than not come up in the homes of the women who are themselves ogas in their homes, but I would hate to have their experiences. I maybe madam in my office; in fact I’m madam to my domestic staff but to become oga madam in the home to my partner, may God not give me such powers.

  • It takes me one hour before I ejaculate; I need a woman that likes sex

    I have a very long and large thing and I need a woman that needs sex partner. It always takes me 50

    minutes to one hour before I can release. I need a woman that likes sex.

     

    •My brother, your case is similar to that of Ebbi above, so take a cue from it. However, since you are still unattached, you still have enough time to search for the right woman who will not only love sex, but one that will love you as a person. A woman may love sex but not want to be touched by a particular man. It will take love and devotion to be naked with a man on the bed for one hour for at least two to three times every week for the rest of one’s life, or for the rest of the man’s active life. So don’t go looking for only a sexually active woman, look for your soul mate that will accommodate you.

     

  • My parents are against my HIV positive boyfriend

    Hello Aunty, I have this guy that I love so much that I can die for. But he is HIV positive while I am negative

    but he wants to marry me but my parents are against it. I really love him and l love him with all

     my heart. Right now, I am getting mad because of all that is going on and I need your help because I don’t want to lose him. Aunty, please help me.

     

    Hi.

    You were not detailed in your mail to me as I do not know whether your parents are fighting your relationship with this guy because of his HIV status. If that is the case, even the most prominent campaigners for the rights of the people living with HIV wouldn’t agree easily for their HIV-negative children to marry an HIV-positive person. It would take a lot of counseling. In most cases where you have a positive and negative living together happily, they might have been married before discovering the positive status of the other person.

    Parental consent in a marriage relationship is very important in Africa, especially here in Nigeria. If they were kicking against it on grounds such as the guy’s lack of adequate finances or religious grounds, one could always have a way of going around it because in such cases, we can say they are not being considerate. But if it is on health grounds, then you have to be on the same page with them. The parents you fail to listen to today as blood is still pumping to your heart in the name of love may be the ones you will go and cry to later.

    All in all, seek counseling on your expectations and limitations with an HIV positive partner. It is possible to live happily with him and have healthy babies. You however need to be armed with information and education about how to go about it. You may in turn educate your parents so they can see that life continues whether you have HIV or not. Wishing you the best.

  • Where is Ade Dosunmu?

    Where is Ade Dosunmu?

    The million-naira question begging for answer in social circles at the moment is the whereabouts of Dr. Ade Dosunmu, the Lagos State governorship candidate of the People’s Democratic Party (PDP) during the 2011 general election. Since he was roundly defeated by Governor Babatunde Raji Fashola in the election, the man, who went to town in the pre-election period flaunting his purported unblemished record in public service and made a big issue of his doctoral degree, has vanished from the social radar.

    When Happenstances sought to know his whereabouts recently, those who had swum around him in the build-up to the election could only speculate. Some said he had gone into private business. Others who should know said he had simply resorted to lying low.

    Be it as it may, the fact remains that he is no longer visible on the social and political space. Since 2015 still appears to be far away, there are fears in Dosunmu’s camp that he may not be favoured with the party’s governorship ticket the second time.

  • And the circus begins… (1)

    Feelers from the political scene in recent times, indicate that the ‘battle’ for 2015 has begun in earnest. I use the military term usually associated with warfare because as many in this country would attest to, politics here is like war. And like most battlefields, it’s not a place for the weak and lily-livered.

    Anyway, the politicians have stirred from the self-imposed short break they took after the last general elections in 2011 and are gearing up for the next one. The scheming, underground deals and the other things associated with politicking in Nigeria have started. Already, some casualties in this political battlefield have begun to emerge. Last week, the National Secretary of the People’s Democratic Party (PDP), Prince Olagunsoye Oyinlola was removed by a Federal High Court in Abuja, a move that some political observers see as a fall-out of the alleged cold war brewing between President Goodluck Jonathan and his erstwhile godfather, former President Olusegun Obasanjo.

    As for the ex-military leader and two time Head of State, its obvious that the old warhorse is up to his old tricks and shenanigans again. When he left office in 2007, I cannot remember Nigerians holding a referendum to pick him as the undisputed kingmaker in the country. But Obasanjo as everyone knows, is like a man with a drum beating in his head- he picks his own tune and he dances to it energetically, unmindful of whether others around him like the music or not. In other words, he does not care about others opinions and does whatever he wants to do, at any cost. He has assumed that role with his usual abraggadocio and domineering ways.

    Now, his body language and reports from various quarters show that he’s shopping for a new ‘prince’ to crown in the next political dispensation, having allegedly fallen out with his beloved godson, Jonathan. In this quest, the feelings and desires of the majority of the citizens for good governance that will usher in progress and prosperity in the country, do not count. What Obasanjo wants, Aremu gets.

    And there lies the tragedy of this country. For far too long, the political leaders have been grossly unfair to Nigerians. All the scheming and deals struck at those clandestine meetings they usually hold during ‘vampire hours’ (that is at midnight or early hours) are all geared towards one thing: self. It’s all about self-interest, self-aggrandizement, self-preservation and other pecuniary reasons. To this lot, the word ‘people’ which democracy is all about, does not exist.

    In fact, the ancient Greeks who invented this form of governance would shake their heads in wonder at the manner in which our politicians have re-invented democracy. Here, it’s more like, ‘government of the ruling class, for the ruling class and by the ruling class.’ But for how long can this state of affairs be sustained? Not too long because the dire consequences of such mis-governance, which is an abnormality in the first place, are becoming too glaring to ignore.

    The rate of poverty, unemployment, hunger and other unfortunate fall-outs of bad governance and misuse of resources have reached crisis level. The only way to turn the tide is to put the people back in democracy.

    This has been harped on for years by activists, civil society groups, the media and other concerned Nigerians alarmed at the way the country is being run. But most of our politicians, drunk on the power, money and other perks of their high offices have grown blind and deaf to the cries of the long-suffering citizens which have reached the heavens itself. Like Nero, who played music on his fiddle while ancient Rome burnt, the politicians are too busy enjoying these perks to care about the common man.

    As some say, it will take a miracle for these people to listen or change. But listen they must because the alternative is too harrowing to contemplate.

     

     

     

     

     

     

  • Touch of Fate (2)

    Don, what’s the matter? Are you alright?” Helen asked worriedly.

    He did not respond but closed his eyes and placed his right hand on his brow. After a while, he opened his eyes and spoke.

    I’m ok. I’ve been taking these malaria drugs and they make me feel dizzy at times,” he explained.

    “Sorry about that. Maybe you should go home and rest. We could always hang out some other time,” she said, still looking worried.

    He shook his head, insisting he was fine.

    They chatted for a while with Helen doing most of the talking while he listened, a pensive look on his face.

    Before parting that night, he promised to call in a few days so they go out on another date.

    “I’ve enjoyed our time together. Let’s do this again,” he said as he kissed her on the cheek before she alighted from his car in front of her house.

    About a week later, when she did not hear from him, she called his mobile.

    “I was worried that maybe you had not recovered from the malaria,” she stated. “So, how are you feeling now?” she enquired.

    He told her he was alright but had been unable to contact her due to work commitments. But Don knew in his heart that that was not the whole truth. Much as he liked her and wanted to see more of her, he had decided to keep away for certain reasons which he could not explain to her.

    “Actually, I have an invite for you,” Helen said, adding, “One of our executive directors at the bank is retiring soon and a party is being planned for him next week. It’s at the Ritz Hotel and it’s going to be a classy do. I want you to be my date for the evening.”

    His initial reaction was to decline, but hearing her sweet voice again and realizing how much he had missed her, he accepted.

    The party turned out to be a glitzy affair as Helen had predicted. Mr Thompson, the director that was leaving, who was a Briton, was one of the pioneer staff of the bank when it was established some decades earlier. Some of the top officials of the bank including the M.D, some directors and senior management staff were in attendance. There was lots to eat and drink and plenty of speeches as well.

    “Nice party,” Don said some time later. They were taking a walk by the hotel pool. Inside the hall, a live band was playing and some of the usually serious minded bankers were letting their hair down and grooving to the beats.

    “You can go back and continue with your dancing if you want,” she suggested, sitting on a chair by the pool. He had danced with a couple of her colleagues including the loquacious Tina who had been clinging onto him all evening. Due to her leg injury, she could not dance and had sat watching the couples on the dance floor a bit enviously.

    “No. I’m cool. It was getting a bit stuffy inside,” he said, sitting by her. They sat in silence for a while, taking in the scenery and savouring the cool, fresh air.

    Then turning to him, she said:

    “I know you might say it’s none of my business. But you told me the other day that you called off your wedding to the lady you were planning to marry a week to the day. What really happened?”

    He sighed, before telling her a tale of infidelity and betrayal.

    “I caught her in bed with my best friend. He was someone I trusted so much and we were like brothers. He was to be my best man at the wedding. I just couldn’t get over the betrayal of trust especially on her part. It put me off relationships for a long while,” he stated quietly.

    She reached for his hand and held it.

    “What a sad story,” she noted. “These things happen. I have some horror relationship tales as well,” she added. And she went on to tell him about her last boyfriend who turned out to be a fraudster. “He claimed to be a businessman, an importer of computers and accessories. One day, he told me he had secured a contract at a government ministry to supply computers worth about N100 million. He begged me to use my connection at the bank to secure a loan to import the items,” Helen narrated. It was while the loan application was being processed, she added that a colleague who knew someone at the ministry made enquiries concerning the contract.

    “It was then the truth was revealed- there was no contract! He wanted to dupe the bank and disappear abroad with the money once he had received it. Of course I ended the relationship! The most painful thing was that instead of showing remorse for his misdeeds, he wrote me a terrible letter. He called me all kinds of names including a cripple, disclosing that the only reason he dated me, was because of my job- as I could facilitate his access to bank loans easily. Can you imagine that?” she said.

    “He was a very bad person. Thank God you found out about him on time,” Don stated.

    “Yes. It was a lucky escape for me. As his guarantor, I would have ended up being saddled with repaying the money. Where will I see such a huge amount of money to pay back to the bank? “ she wondered.

    “You know, we are two of a kind, been through so much heartache…” Don said, holding her by the shoulder and drawing her close.

    “Yes,” she intoned, resting her head on his shoulder…

     

    The revelation

    After that night, they saw regularly for the next couple of months. And soon, a relationship blossomed between them. To Don, it was never part of his plan to get so close to her but try as he could, he could not stay away from her. There was something about her that kept drawing him to her and it got to a point where he stopped trying to resist. He had fallen in love and there was no point denying it. Besides, he found in Helen some of the qualities he had always wanted in a woman- she was caring, loving and faithful. After the incident with his ex-fiancé, he wanted a woman he could trust and he saw that in Helen.

    About eight months after they started dating, Don proposed to her one evening at his home. Though she had been expecting something like that from hints he had been dropping, Helen still looked surprised when she saw the ring he had slipped on her third finger.

    “It’s so beautiful!” she enthused, then added. “Of course I will marry you, darling! At least that will stop Tina from trying to snatch you from me.”

    After things had quietened down a bit, they sat making tentative plans for their wedding.

    “But Don,” Helen stated some time later, “Much as I love you and want to be your wife and I suspected you were going to propose, I thought maybe, you would wait for sometime…”

    “Wait for what?” he asked.

    “For us to get to know each other better. We’ve not even been dating for up to a year,” she noted.

    “Baby, what more do I need to know about you? Afterall, I’ve known you since you were a little girl like this,” he said, raising his hand to indicate the height of a ten year old child.

    “Don! That’s not true! I was not as small as that!” she said heatedly.

    “You were!” he insisted, laughing at her.

    She picked up one of the empty bottles of red wine on the table they had drunk to celebrate their engagement.

    “Say that again and I will hit you with this,” she said, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

    He jumped up from the couch and standing at a safe distance, repeated his earlier statement about her height, his hand raised at the same angle.

    “Ah! Somebody is going to join his ancestors today!” she shouted, getting up to run after him, the bottle raised in a threatening manner…

    * * * *

    It was about a month to the wedding. Preparations were in top gear and like most brides-to-be, Helen was excited about the coming nuptials. One evening at his apartment, they sat going over the guest list on Don’s computer. It was growing longer by the day and Helen was trying to prune it to a reasonable figure.

    “It’s too long. I think 300 is a more reasonable number,” she said, scrolling down the list of names.

    “You are right. Well, you take care of it. I’m going to see Patrick about the groomsmen’s outfits,” he stated, picking his car keys from the side table. Patrick was going to be his best man at the wedding.

    After he had left, she worked on the list for a while. She was saving the document in a folder when something attracted her attention. She clicked on the file and began reading it. At the end, she sat staring at the screen, too stupefied to move.

    Could this be true? Or was she dreaming? How could it be? That her own Don, the love of her life, the man she was planning to marry was the one who had been driving the night of the accident back in school that had left her nearly crippled? But it was all there- the details of what had happened that night; the party, the drive back to the campus, hitting her and abandoning her by the roadside half-dead, wounded, bleeding, unconscious…

    It was in his private files which she had stumbled upon by chance. In a way she was glad, the truth was out. But on the other hand, she wished fervently that she had remained ignorant of the truth and had continued in her dreams and hopes for the future that now suddenly looked so bleak.

    “Baby, I’m back. How is the list coming up?” Don said as he walked in through the front door. But he was stopped in his tracks by the strange look in her eyes- a mixture of despair, anger, disappointment and hopelessness…

    To be continued

     

    •With this revelation, things can definitely not be the same between the lovers. What next? Don’t miss the juicy details next Saturday!

    •Names have been changed to protect the characters’ identities

     

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  • Amos Adamu  embraces 60  quietly

    Amos Adamu embraces 60 quietly

    Former Director General of the National Sports Commission, Dr. Amos Adamu, has not been visible in recent times. The last time he was in the news was when he was fingered in an alleged World Cup bribery scandal. After his public denial of the allegation as baseless, he was suspended as a member of the Technical Committee of the Federation of International Football Associations (FIFA) and he vanished from public glare.

    Even when he clocked 60 a few weeks ago, he made the celebration a low-key event. The event was held at his Haven event centre, Ikeja GRA, Lagos. Happenstances gathered that only a few of his close associates attended the ceremony. They included the likes of Princess Bola Jegede, Mike Itemuagbor, Amaju Pinnick, Dr. Rafiu Ladipo and a few others.

    From what was gathered from insiders, Adamu appears to have found greater comfort in his chain of private businesses and his home.