EPISODE 2

‘Maybe you were too anxious,’ Rita said. ‘Next time try to

relax and take your time. Also, learn not to rush at

having sex.’

Something struck him. This lady was not an ordinary lady.

The way she reacted was not ordinary or natural. She was

d--n too cool! It was as if she knew all along that this

would happen. She had allowed him to expend energy on

being prepared for ‘it’ and she had watched the anti-

c----x in bemused amazement. Gosh!

‘I’ll be going now,’ she announced. ‘See you another time.’

He wanted to stop her. He wanted to remind her that he

was yet to offer her drinks. Above all, he wanted to tell

her maybe he should try to get aroused again. But he

could not do any of these.

Still bewildered, and still holding his d--k, he watched as

Rita stepped out of his bedroom. She smiled to herself as

she stepped out of his flat.

Henry did not fit in to the kind of man she wanted. She

had to get another man.

Tope was writing his news story on the rising incidence of

child prostitute. Working as undercover journalist, he had

been able break into a syndicate that operated child

prostitution. It was disheartening that school girls aged

between thirteen and sixteen now engaged in prostitution.

He had finished writing his findings. Together with the

audio and video evidence, he sent the reports, via e-mail

to his editor.

He also decided to post some of his findings on his

Facebook page, admonishing parents to be more vigilant

in monitoring their children,

especially those that were female. It was when he was

still on-line that a friend request came in. a Miss Rita

Tosan wanted to be his friend.

Tope accepted the friendship request.

While he was still surfing the internet, a message came

from Rita, his latest friend. The message read: I can see

that you just posted some findings on child prostitution.

Great work. Keep it up.

Tope replied: Thank you. I believe more concern and

vigilance can correct some of our anomalies and make our

society a better place.

Rita replied, ‘I agree. We all need to work together to

make our society a better place.’

Tope was impressed with his new friend. ‘I am a

journalist and a blogger,’ he wrote. ‘Can I meet you?’

‘I work in the health sector,’ she replied.

Rita thought over this man that went by the name Tope.

He sounded okay and she really wished he was. The guy

sent her his number and asked

for hers. Ordinarily, a lady would be or should be

cautious. He might be posing to be whom or what he was

not. So many criminal-minded people hid under the

social media to present false image and to perpetuate

their obnoxious acts. But then, Rita was not just an

ordinary lady.

Tope was writing his news story on the rising incidence of

child prostitute. Working as undercover journalist, he had

been able break into a syndicate that operated child

prostitution. It was disheartening that school girls aged

between thirteen and sixteen now engaged in prostitution.

He had finished writing his findings. Together with the

audio and video evidence, he sent the reports, via e-mail

to his editor.

He also decided to post some of his findings on his

Facebook page, admonishing parents to be more vigilant

in monitoring their children, especially those that were

female. It was when he was still on-line that a friend

request came in. a Miss Rita Tosan wanted to be his

friend.

Tope accepted the friendship request.

While he was still surfing the internet, a message came

from Rita, his latest friend. The message read: I can see

that you just posted some findings on child prostitution.

Great work. Keep it up.

Tope replied: Thank you. I believe more concern and

vigilance can correct some of our anomalies and make our

society a better place.

Rita replied, ‘I agree. We all need to work together to

make our society a better place.’

Tope was impressed with his new friend. ‘I am a

journalist and a blogger,’ he wrote. ‘Can I meet you?’

‘I work in the health sector,’ she replied.

Rita thought over this man that went by the name Tope.

He sounded okay and she really wished he was. The guy

sent her his number and asked

for hers. Ordinarily, a lady would be or should be

cautious. He might be posing to be whom or what he was

not. So many criminal-minded people

hid under the social media to present false image and to

perpetuate their obnoxious acts. But then, Rita was not

just an ordinary lady.

She sent her number to him too, and within minutes, he

called her.

‘Hello, please, can I be on to Rita?’ he asked.

‘Speaking. Who’s on the line?’

‘This is Tope, your Facebook friend.’

‘Oh, Tope.’ She sounded excited. ‘How’re you?’

‘Fine. I’m happy to meet you. I’m based in Lagos. What

about you?’

‘I’m here in Lagos too,’ she said.

‘Good. We’ll be getting to know each other more later.

Have a nice day.’

‘And you too.’

He cut the line. Rita smiled to herself. This was the man

she was waiting for. When her break was over, Rita went

offline and put her phone in

her handbag. Her white uniform suited her well. She liked

her nursing profession and she liked the looks of

admiration she got from men; and that

of envy she got from women.

At the private hospital where she worked, she made sure

she did her work to the best of her ability. One thing she

had to constantly ward off

were advances from men. They never seemed to get tired

of making overtures; but she never got tired of snubbing

them too. One of the

doctors, Sam, had been pestering her for an affair. Sam

was married, but he said that would not be a barrier.

This afternoon, when Rita came to give him a case note in

his consulting room, he urged her to sit down for a

moment.

‘Rita, why’re you proving so difficult?’ Dr. Sam Tuoyo

said. ‘Why can’t you just give me a little chance to prove

my love to you?’

Rita smiled but shook her head.

‘That’s what you’ve been doing. That’s not fair.’

Sam stood from his seat and sat on the table, close to her

legs. He looked at those legs and could not but admire

them. His right hand went to

her left lap. Instinctively, Rita winced and drew her leg

away.

TBC

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Episode 2

Now that she had lost her father, she went from frying pan to fire. She dropped out of school to help her mother in her business of breaking and selling stone at the quarry.

The only thing going for Chidinma was her beauty. She was a very beautiful girl and any young man that saw her without turning to look at her must have a painful neck.

Five years after the death of her father, Chidinma, at the age of seventeen, ran into a young rich man who had been hurt several by the infidelity and bad manners of his successive city girl friends and who was ready to marry as soon as possible. This young man named Chinedu Okolo saw her on one of his visits to the village and decided to marry her because of her beauty and seeming innocence.

He got his people to pay her pride price and took over the payment of her school fees up until she took her JSS examination, which she failed woefully. He then took her to Onitsha as his wife.

It was when she came to live with her husband that Chidinma realized how wealthy her husband is. He happened to be an importer of Rolex watch. He had made a lot of money, he had five different houses of which he was occupying one of them. Chidinma lacked nothing that money could buy.

Her husband money instantly went to her head. She wanted desperately to belong to the jet set women around their neighborhood and in no time, she sought out only wives of the richest men around their neighborhood and practically forced herself on them for friendship. She would introduce herself to any of the rich ladies she wanted as friend in this or similar manner:

“Dear, so you are the owner of this Acura Jeep? Wow! Do you know that I almost mistook it for mine? I have the latest model of this, I mean the 2013 model. I did not come with it to church today because I came with my Hummer Jeep. That is the one that fits the colour of my suit, you see. Oh I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Chidinma Okolo, My husband is Chinedu Rolex watch”.

She liked the sound of her own voice and would talk at length without realizing that the person to whom she was talking to had not uttered a word.

many of such women would just reply her politely but would subsequently avoid her as they saw her as being too boastful, stupid and loquacious.

To Be Continued…. . . .

Consequences of wickedness

Episode 3

However as they say birds of a feather flocks together’. She had a lot of fair weather friends. they formed a clique and were always discussing the colour of cloth to wear for any occasion, the best way to deal with their Snoopy mother in-laws, how to deal ruthlessly with their maids and also gossip about neighborhood women who did not belong to their class, they even named themselves “Executive Ladies “.

Chidinma became a pain in her husband’s neck. Chinedu was a pain quiet easy going young man even though he was very rich. He believed that real men never beats their wife no matter the provocation. He don’t get angry easily but when he does, no body can predict his action.

for sometime now, He had been trying to get his wife to see reasons to stop gallivanting all over the town visiting her often over dressed, overly made up and fickle minded lady friends.

one he came home and told his wife to sit down that he wanted to talk to her about something. When she sat down he began “Chy dear I do not like the kind of friends you keep. how come you chose only the silliest and the most pompous of

ladies to befriend ? learn to monitor peoples character before making friends with them.

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“Chinedu “, she retorted, ” so you now want to pick my friends for me ? Do I pick yours? alright let me get you paper and pen to write down the list of people I should befriend stupid Man” she hissed and walked away, grumbling

Chinedu had never raised his hands against any woman but Chidinma had stretched his patience so much that it was almost getting to the breaking point

He wondered, “Where do some women learn to be silly and at the same time troublesome, Just look at the small and innocent looking girl I brought from village few years ago” oh ! He had said, remembering his reason for marrying her in the first place.

Chidinma continued as if her husband was pouring water on stone.

However what Chinedu found unbearable was how she treats her maids. She had had over ten maids since he brought her to town and the present maid called Rosa came a week ago.

she treats the poor girl like a rag , she don’t allow to lie on the bed rather she went and bought a mat for her. Chinedu stumble on the situation by chance when he had gone to find out why Rosa was sobbing in the middle of the night one day, only to find her lying on the floor there was vacant four bed in the house.

To Be Continued…… . . .

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