Category: SUSAN

  • SUSAN 14

    HE CAME AGAIN

     

    Stanley gets home this time as a different man. He has gotten a new insight and understanding which never occurred to him for once in the past. He had always thought of Kate as a big headed demon sent to bug him down. He never took the time to understand her background and the kind of home she comes from as a factor to always bear in mind while dealing with her.

    A fruit is never very far from the tree from which it falls; except some forces move it away. Kate is a product of her environment. She needs a different kind of force of influence to transform her. With Chief Pelensiri on ground she finds it difficult to adjust because he is always around as an overbearing negative influence forestalling the old script of hardness and bossiness.

    Since her dad left her through gruesome death during the insurgent some months past, Kate seems to be getting on fast as a wife; she finds no negative influence to lean on. Instead of Stanley coming to see her sudden change in good light, he sees her father’s demise as his opportunity to take revenge on her for her family’s ill-treatment of him and his parents these past years.

    He loved Susan, yet he wants Susan to be the revenge. He would have gladly married Susan to rubbish Kate to hell. But Susan would not go through his conceived script. She is living for a honour beyond that dictated by the mortal. Her relationship is centered on her affection on God; and her innate drive to do the right things in spite of her pains and wants.

    Stanley weeps for Susan imagining all the harrowing pains she had been through these many years. Yet she wouldn’t take advantage of the opportunity of marrying into the Boudaha’s family in spite of the growing influence, allurement and power conferred by the citizens to the family.

    Susan would not even take a look at the possibility of marrying the President or the son of the president as the case may be in the near future. The Boudaha represents the moral compass of the next generations in their growing number. This good nature was strong reason why Boudaha was saved from dying with the rest politicians when he had the hint to run out of the country.

    Stanley could not imagine any possibility of a good match for Susan to compensate for all her years of lost. He is engrossed about settling her down as a happy woman; but he lacks what it takes because the same woman is turning him back to his wife at home.

    He drives back home, he comes down from his car and walks in with his wife waiting for him by the door. He could see anxieties all over her face. She is growing some unfounded fear of getting hurt by Stanley. She can see the wicked looks on his face daily. She takes him as the same Stanley that drove out earlier.

    As he comes close she shivers with uncertainty of any outbursts from her husband.

    Stanley has been noticing this for some time now but he never cared a hoot. But today, he feels sorry for her and his hardness of heart towards her since her dad, Chief Pelensiri died.

    “Kate, I am sorry,” he holds her right hands as they walked into their bedroom. He sits her on one side of the bed while he pulls a stool beside and sits before her. This simple gesture has become a rare thing in his house for years past. They have been living as cat and dog; always on each other’s jugular. He keeps his gaze into her eyes. She melts into him

    Kate shivers with ecstasy, holds his two hands and pulls him closer and she bursts into tears uncontrollably. She weeps like a little baby needing to be consoled by the mom. Stanley too holds her and says nothing. He keeps wiping her tears as tears also flow freely down his cheeks.

    “I have been waiting for this day all these years, Stanley.”

    “Kate, do you really love me at any time in the past?”

    “I have always loved you,” tears finds new veins out as she begins again in tears. “All my life, I have loved you. From the first day I set my eyes on you. But you have never shown me any understanding. I know I am not from a good home like yours; but I want a good home too.”

    “I am sorry for the misunderstanding my dear.” Stanley sits beside her and she narrates how she first met him in an event. Although they are far apart, it was like love at first sight, but over the day she was becoming gloomy and lonely knowing that Stanley wasn’t in her circle of friends.

    “Kate, what is the problem these past days?” she remembers her dad asking her. She was initially afraid but she needs an outlet so she vented all the emotion out. She told her dad of her love for Stanley. Her dad laughed and promised to get Stanley for her. “You know you are my darling, I will get just anything for you. You have made a good choice.”

    Kate thought her father was making vain promise. Stanley is a human being and not hardware in the market place. She soon found out that her dad’s promise was a reality. Her father was able to buy Boudaha’s interest through intrigues and the rest became history.

    Kate and Stanley got married but suddenly her marriage became a nightmare. Kate’s dream was to get the best man on earth. She believed Stanley represented the perfect man, but she forgot that she too needed to become an improved version of her own self. It was getting late before she realized that she cannot continue to heap junks into the marriage and expect a haven. Before she realized this Stanley had built a new perspective of her, it became difficult to come out of the mould.

    She had always loved him, even when she behaves like a spoilt brat most occasions; yet she cries within her soul that Stanley could take a moment to understand where she was coming from. Kate has seen her dad shot someone to death before and she had eavesdropped how he covers many murders and maleficent acts of his notorious gangs while growing up. That was her background.

    While in the university, she heard the preaching on campus during Christians’ meetings and she made up her mind to turn around from her father’s ways. So when she met Stanley, it was her dream that the man who will help her has come on board. With all her calculated attempts, her inner script and background has made it difficult and her husband has made things worse. In addition, she has a father she could always run back to.

    Her dad’s death shatters all her confidence and her world came down crumbling. But it does something positive within her: she had nowhere to run up to so she had to carry her cross. One day, she went to the church and prayed sore for help. Within her she had the calmness to bear up with Stanley and she refuses to seek for divorce in spite of the harrowing pains of neglect by Stanley.

    “I didn’t know you loved me.” Stanley looks to her.

    “I love you so so so much,” she clings on him and he kisses her passionately. “I cannot afford to lose you please.”

    “I am all yours, I promise you,” Stanley affirms and Kate knows Stanley doesn’t play with words. She knows beyond a doubt that her husband is back to her fully. She is exceedingly happy.

    She alighted from him and helps remove his shirt: “Come and do me like never before, I am yours,” she laughs heartily as she jumps on the bed. Stanley follows her and less than one minute later both are passionately devouring each other. It is a memorable experience which is unequalled by their honeymoon season.

    Kate couldn’t believe that the Lord could work out things out so easily. The next few weeks she would go around pinching herself to be sure she isn’t dreaming. Then she would burst laughing hysterically like somebody on wine.

    Kate realizes it was Susan’s support that has granted her the second chance in the life of Stanley. She would forever be grateful to her. So in no time she drives to Susan’s home and they talk at length about life generally and the experiences both of them are ready to put behind them. Although they are about age-mate, Kate adopted Susan as her mentor and confidant. They grow to become the best of friends.

    “Susan, you are my nightmare,” Kate laughs out in one of their meetings. “My fear is always that sooner or later, Stanley will go back to you.”

    “Unfounded fear,” Susan too laughs.

    “No, no, it was then real fear. Nearly every day of my marriage Stanley will remind me of the angel he ought to marry. Every day he reminds me of Susan the Perfect One. By all reasons I would have lost him to you but many thanks to you; you are one in a million – A virtuous woman of inestimable worth.”

    “You too you are describing me the same way your husband talks about me.”

    “Then I feel much jealousy and rage when he calls you all the fanciful names on earth. But now that I met you, I realize that I have more adjectives to describe you; you are a woman of rare grace. I doubt I have the same level of restraint not to fall for the kind of Stanley if my marriage was cracking like yours did with Bolu; knowing that Stanley is a gentleman indeed. Whatever maltreatment I had was fundamentally my making.”

    “It is always good to have restraint and to wait on the Lord,” Susan replies. “What if I have selfishly cornered Stanley to myself? We would not have these testimonies of a home healed. What we want should not superimpose on what is right.”

    “Very true Susan,” Kate agrees, “I am praying for the same measure of faith.”

    “Let me tell you a secret, Stanley called me few days ago to eulogize you. He said he has begun to see a new Kate. Thank you for making him happy and for proving me right. I told him you love him, now he knows. Thank you Kate.”

    “I will rather thank you for making my marriage to work.”

    “I also will thank you for bringing joy to my very dear friend, Stanley.” Susan replies.

    Kate is ready to go home, she beckons on Daniel and Joyce who are engrossed with the video they are watching in the company of Samuel, Eniola and Lucy. Kate and her children get into their car and they drive out of Susan’s compound as the latter and the children wave to them. The bond is getting stronger and healthier even with their children.

    As they get back inside the house a phone number rings in.

    “Good afternoon,” a male voice calls in.

    “Hello,” Susan stammers, “How could I be of help to you?”

    “I am Doye Lawrence.”

    Susan couldn’t believe what she hears from the other end. She goes silent and pauses for a long while.

    “Susan, what is the matter?” Doye talks concernedly. “Are you still there?”

    “Yes, I am,” Susan comes around gradually. “I don’t believe our ways would ever cross again not to talk of you calling me.”

    “I came back to the country a couple of weeks ago, and I have to ask about my old friends; you especially.” When Doye said: “You especially,” her heart begins to race so fast it could be felt at the other end of the receiver.

    “You are welcome back to the country,” Susan stutters.

    “I want to see you.”

    “Me?”

    “Yes Susan.”

    “No, no, no,”

    “Please, let me come around. I was told all you have been through. You are my friend and I care.”

    Susan drops her defense of not wanting Doye around; she feels a rare kind of care. She indeed needs a little care and emotional support. She knew he must be married; but friends would remain friends – keeping them at safe distance like Stanley.

    They fix the appointment for a day which both of them look forward to.

    Susan smiles deeply when she drops the phone. She remembers Doye Lawrence the guy who refused to give up loving her till their last day in school even when she told him she was not made for him.\

    She was anxious though she knew she had no feeling for him like what she had for Stanley while they were together in school.

    Why would Doye want to see her after about a decade out of school?

     

  • SUSAN – 13

    THE UNVEILING

    It has been six months since Bolu died. Stanley has been exonerated from the crime of killing him. Betty is in prison awaiting final judgment. Kate is not sure of her position with Stanley since her dad Pelensiri died.

    Susan lives in a lonely world without a husband or a lover.  In spite of her inner strength and resolve her mind sometime wander around in ecstasy of finding a lover and somebody she could call a husband. She has become successful as the owner of an emerging frontline school in the city and more so, her ministry to the youths and unmarried is thriving well.

    Susan’s pains lead her to her message to the hurting world and she is readily embraced everywhere she goes. In spite of her troubles, she finds equivalent benefits from her travails when she gets things to the Lord. Her story is like the Biblical Paul who in spite of his rising fame and prominence had a thorn in the flesh. So it is with Susan, her marriage life happens to be her thorn. Aside this, she is a very successful woman.

    She had throughout been the one responsible for the upkeep of the children; so the only void Bolu really left is the tag of having a husband in her life, and once in a while having her sexual needs met. After his demise she realizes how pressed she feels once in a while as a woman to have sexual pleasure as demanded by her body. To have feelings for sex for many days without hope of being met in any way as a Christian woman who is dedicated to the core principle of abstinence for the unmarried isn’t an easy trial to bear.

    Of recent, she has begun to receive advances from men; mostly married. Psychologically, they know how much she would need a companion. So she has the good, the bad and the ugly all coming around for her hand in a kind of relationship or the other. Even pastors of thriving churches want her. She is an asset of immeasurable worth to any man.

    Susan will not jump into any relationship as she did with Bolu. Above all, she is not ready to mortgage the future of her three children because of a marriage.

    Her mom called her sometime later: “Susan, my joy will be that you remarry. That will be the path of honour for you. You know you are still young and your body is still youthful.”

    Mother,” Susan replies, “I have three children to take care of. More so, I cannot marry just because I have need of sex.”

    “About the children, when the time comes we will find a way around it. You too need to be happy my daughter. Also, I am not saying that you are to marry just for sex alone. But I want us to be realistic of the sex drive of a young person like you since you didn’t choose the path of celibacy. Sooner or later you will realize you need a man; it is better you know this to avoid being pressured to take the wrong decision. Open your mind my daughter.”

    “Thank you mother,” she answers her mom and they talk further on other issues before they both hang up.

    Like a seer, her mom seems to know the pressures on her. She appreciates her concerns but as a more mature lady, she has learned to manage such pressure coming her way. Instead of dwelling on the thought of need for a male intimacy, she channels her energy into other areas of life like studies, expansion of her school establishment and more engaging opportunities out there.

    A couple of days after her mom called, Stanley meets Susan in school. Stanley after several attempts to see Susan at home was met with brick wall he decides to meet her in her place of work today.

    “What do you want from me and why are you trailing me Stanley?” Susan queries him.

    “I want you Susan. Please I need you in my life.”

    “It cannot work. Can’t you see the handwritings on the walls?

    “Why are you avoiding me Susan?”

    “I am avoiding you because I know too well that I have no business with you about getting married to you. Maturity requires us to know who comes into our world as a friend and the one who is around as a spouse. Failure to identify this has shipwrecked many.”

    “Susan smiles and stretches her back on her seat and look straight into Stanley’s eye: “Do you want to hear this truth today? Stanley, you have been a small god in my life. I don’t just have feelings for you but my adrenalin pump with vigour like when the River Niger bursts its dam in August rains. Sighting you anywhere causes unusual rapture within me. You melt my heart and give me a heavenly kind of feeling. Even while Bolu was alive, I would have prefer marrying you a thousand times and over than get entangled to him. I have never stopped thinking on why fate had to work against such a pure love of mine. I don’t know Stanley, I don’t know. Do you know?”

    “Susan!” he is perplexed and happy to hear this.

    “Yes Stanley,” she replies happily as she finds the boldness to let him know how she feels for him.

    “I am relieved to hear this. What then causes you suppress such love from me?” He steps forward trying to hold her.

    “Stop!” Susan snaps at him.

    “What again?” he is confuse than ever.

    “I have come to learn in the hard way that to live the best life, you don’t express every fancy, desire and feelings. This is where discipline comes to play for the greater good of everyone concerned, for Kate, my children, your children, your political career and so many areas we may not be able to think of right now. True love is not selfish and never will it be. I can never want you in the path of hurt. Stanley, you are too dear to me.

    “If you had not married Kate, you would have been the best thing to have happened to me. She is a woman like me; I want to respect her feelings. I will keep missing you and I hope the Lord will settle me well.” She smiles with a little painful contour on her face. Tears gushes out, she couldn’t hold back. Stanley goes by her side and has her relieve and their eyes lock and both develop unusual feverish feelings to devour each other.

    “Susan, you know I love you.” He inches forward to ravish her with kisses then she heard her secretary knocks. She comes in to give her a message.

    “Stanley, please one of my students has an issue out there. Can you come along?” They both walk briskly to the class to help out.

    It is a student called Banke. She has been vomiting for days in school as she has an undisclosed ailment. But today, she faints lacking in energy and strength to hold on. After working on her to revive her back, the school matron suspects her to be pregnant; and that to a fellow student.

    When Susan learns about everything, she shivers. “Banke, why are you repeating the same mistake some of us made in the past? Tears begin to pour down her eyes. Your education will be on hold, and we pray you will eventually have a good marriage in view of how you started out in life. Everything has its proper place and time; patience wins.”

    Stanley and Susan get back to her office; Susan hasn’t come off the experience. Things should be done properly and decently, the voice keeps ringing within her. Stanley has been quiet for a while; and he begins to see himself as part of the school.

    “I am sorry for the other time.”

    “What is it?”

    “I was about taking advantage of your state. After all you told me, I have begun to have a rethink. To have kissed you then might be like molesting your emotion please.

    “Thank you for being thoughtful. Very true and I already had some guilt even though we have not gone so far as hold hands. I hope we will learn to tame our passion better next time.” She smiles showing forth her beautiful teeth.

    “I hope so.”

    “I have this plan for so long and I hope your wife will cooperate with me.”

    “What is it Susan?”

    “Trust me; give me Kate’s phone number. I want to be her friend. If you are my friend, she too would have to be my friend.”

    Stanley hands her the phone number.

    “I solemnly pray she will understand.” She saved it and as an afterthought asks Stanley to call his wife in order to develop some rapport from there.

    “Hi Kate,” Stanley calls. “I am with Susan and she insists she talks with you.” He hands over the phone to Susan.

    “Kate, I am happy to hear your beautiful voice today. I want us to be good friend and healthy one for that matter.” Susan speaks freely while Kate breathes heavily at the other end not knowing what to expect. “Kate, I know you love Stanley so much. I wouldn’t be a party to destroy your home.”

    “Susan, you are a rare breed.”

    Kate is initially on edge of anger, then gradually Susan masterfully relaxes her mood and she smiles and feels relieve before dropping the phone. She too is eager to meet Susan if not for any other reasons but to meet the woman who has captured the heart of her husband and probably find a way of taking the heart back.

    “Stanley, let me tell you the truth of life that would help you heal and love your wife back. Everybody cannot be a Susan. Susan is a healer; she has her destiny though hidden in obscurity. She must learn to carry her cross well.

    “Kate also cannot be a Susan; she was raised by certain kind of people. His dad is a daredevil breed well known in the land. You need to give it to Kate that she has remained with you in spite of it all. Her family background is in the public domain as the notorious one. Her dad loved her and deliberately wishes her the best kind of husband. Stanley, you are that husband.

    “If she had married from her type her life would have grown into depravity of the worst kind. Through her integration into the Boudahas she too had learn to accommodate, understand and endure others. She may not be learning at your pace; please give her more chance.”

    “How come you know what you are saying Susan?”

    “Everybody knows the open secret; only the Boudahas don’t know. Why do you think she never left you for once? It must be her father’s wishes to remain. Even the worst kinds of people want to have the best cultured children even though they often don’t know how to raise one for themselves.”

    “You also have the gift of the prophets Susan.”

    “Thank you for the compliment,” she smiles. “Even in death, let us fulfill the wishes of Chief Pelensiri her dad. She wants his daughter, Kate to be happy and well oriented by all means. Stanley, let that become your own overarching goal for her.”

    “How about you Susan: your joy, peace and wellbeing?

    “God will sort me out.”

    Everywhere is quiet for a while, Stanley reminisce deeply. Susan has helped him to understand things he never learned or understand these many years. With understanding come empathy, love, care and patience with one’s spouse. Now he feels guilty he hasn’t been very understanding with Kate’s background.

    He now gives her the credit for her readiness to adapt to the culture of the Boudahas clan over the years.

    “Susan, going around the school, I have the impression to make donation to your school; I will let you know the amount later; and probably help launch a special donation event using my influence and connections.” Stanley begins to see himself as part of her vision.

    “That will be very great. I am deeply grateful.”

    “I am more indebted to you Susan.” He stands to leave and they shake hands; more maturely and with better understanding.

  • SUSAN 12

    THE KILLER

    This is six months after the death of Bolu. Stanley goes to his lawyer before the next appearance in court. While discussing, Stanley has a brief flicker through his mind which turns to be a vital clue.

    “It crosses my mind that there is somebody who needs to be grilled apart from me.”

    “Who could that be?”

    “Betty.”

    “Why Betty and not his numerous girlfriends?” the lawyer asks him.

    “I don’t know her physically, but she is Bolu’s closest girlfriend who seem to know something about his death.”

    The lawyer laughed: “You know all his female acquaintances have been grilled; he has so many girlfriends from the descriptions of his lifestyle. It makes it easy for the girlfriend to escape.”

    “Betty is not just another girlfriend, but a stable girlfriend who we can call a wife. They both lived together based on the last discussion I had with him; and he loved her more. She cannot be interrogated like every other person.”

    “From record, she was also grilled by the police and has been left with no clear evidence. But we learned that there were large withdrawals from Bolu’s bank account a day before the murder. This likely leaves her out of the question.”

    “That gives us the clue,” Bolu is excited.

    “That is not enough ground to name her as the culprit,” the lawyer answers. “From the CCTV, the withdrawals were made by unknown male personality; not by a female.”

    “Lawyer, give me time and I will fish out Betty,” Stanley speaks confidently. He believes he has the money and all it takes to do that. He trusts his intuition.

    “I am with you,” his lawyer answers. “But let us ensure to make use of legal process all the way.”

    Stanley gets home and begins to ruminate on what to do when suddenly he has an idea. Kate hasn’t forgiven her husband and sometimes doubtful of his involvement in the death of Bolu.

    “Kate, I need your help?” he tells her in detail who Betty is to Bolu.

    “What is it? I will make it to you to the half of my kingdom,” she teases.

    “I want to get Betty, and I want you to do the work for me. With this I want to prove my innocence to you and others.”

    Kate laughs hysterically and responds sarcastically: “When did I turn into a detective?”

    “No, what I mean is: help me find some of your dad’s old boys who have similar lifestyle to help trail Betty. I will reward the person handsomely.”

    “You called my father all kinds of names while he was alive, now you want his boys to help you with a task?”

    “Kate, there you go again. Okay, leave it and let me face the false accusation alone.” Stanley stands and is about leaving when Kate runs to hold him back. I will do the work for you. Just because of the love I have for you and my children who are also your children.”

    Stanley employs Dan and within two weeks Betty is back into the police custody with avalanche of proof of her involvement in Bolu’s death and Stanley is exonerated.

    Dan follows through her routes starting from the meeting places of her and Bolu, then from one contact to the other he has full information about her. The tipoff is significantly tilted towards her new lifestyle profile of spending and acquisition. Within the period, she had rented a big home, starts a big business outside the neighbourhood, changed wardrobes and lives larger than ever. This is more than a coincidence. So when the police nab her, she confesses to the crime. This is what happens:

    Immediately Bolu gets the money from Stanley he becomes bossy and incorrigibly oppressive on Betty. He believes she is now at his mercy; though his purported love declaration. Truly, Betty couldn’t change the card that is stacked against her so easily. She is from a poor background and coupled with the wrong script that she cannot survive unless she is an appendage of some guys out there.

    Her life downward was largely due to her orientation that she needs a man to be able to fend for herself. Gradually she steep deeper until she becomes a full fledge prostitute until she met Bolu with who she tend to become more stable.

    Bolu works in a federal government establishment and he has some money to dole out to her. Being his fancy girl he gives generously; that do not stop him from bullying her. So she doesn’t think she can exist without the stipend from him. She too likes Bolu but unlike Susan she is very possessive of him that she easily grows jealous when she sees other girls with Bolu. She keeps tolerating him, just for the money and company.

    Then he comes back from work one of these days.

    “Betty, I have a surprise for you.” Bolu shouts

    “What is it my baby?” Betty jumps on him.

    “I will be travelling abroad tomorrow.” He bellows out on top of his voice.

    Betty’s crest falls as she takes time to figure things out: “Congratulations.”

    “Betty, it seems you are not happy for me? I am doing this for us but I want it to be a surprise.”

    “A surprise and I wasn’t in the picture from the inception? I am happy for you, but I am not happy I am not in the picture from the beginning.”

    “Come and sit down Betty and let me explain things to you.” He takes the time to explain what he has done to secure the future for the two of them. Why he has to travel abroad ahead of her and come back to pick her from their home country.

    Betty is hard to convince on that matter because she knows the kind of person Bolu is; his love for women which could make him change his mind easily. She herself knows more than five other girls with him.

    “I still don’t trust you.”

    “Trust me please, in spite of my hard nature; you are my African queen.” The two of them laugh and glue together for a while kissing ravenously.

    “I love you.”

    “I love you too,” Bolu replies. Then he goes ahead to discuss his full plan. How he has earmarked One Million for Betty and will come back to pick her up when he is stable while abroad. He hands her the One Million.

    “Thank you my dear, she is elated.

    “This one – Six Million,” he points to a parcel, “is my Basic Travelling Allowance.” She looks at the hard currency and gasps.

    “You are a silly boy,” she feels on top of the world.

    They feast on delicacies as their parting meal, took drugs and get into sex like never before. Betty is a super girl when she combines drugs to her sex escapade. This is what Bolu seem not to get from Holy Susan. Bolu and Betty seem to go the excesses.

    Over the night, she ruminates on many things. She thinks Bolu may not be sincere and is merely settling him deceptively with One Million. Yet she is appreciative because she had never in her life handles One Hundred for once as hers.

    “What if Bolu will not come up into her life again? What if, what if, what if? She asks herself many imaginary questions. Then the devil enters into her like Judas. She thinks on how to own the whole sum of money. Overnight, she designs what to do before morning.

    Bolu wakes up very early and is about getting out of bed when she gets him to have a farewell sex and the man in Bolu will not turn it down. Then he gets exhausted and sleeps off for some thirty minutes to wake up a little after six o’clock in the morning. He rushes into the bathroom and has his shower, dresses up and picks his luggage.

    Then Betty offers him a small cup of alcohol beverage to warm up. He gulps it in one shot. She moves closer and gives him kisses and begins to cry of how she will miss him.

    “Betty, I will come back for you,” he tells her.

    “I don’t believe you, you told one of your friends who shared with me all your moves to leave me and that you will be travelling to where I will not be able to trace. Let me tell you, you would die today.”

    “Who told you?” There and then he begins to feel the effect of an overdose of drug. “What have you done to my heart Betty?”

    She smiles: “I am only smarter boy.”

    “But I love you and plan a future with you?”

    “Leave that story to the gods; I will build my own world without you.”

    “Betty, why?” he cried out faintly and he slumps on the chair on the way out of the room. Betty picks the One Million and the Six Million belonging to Bolu and disappears into the thin air. She thereafter lives under cover because no one could finger her among the numerous possible accused persons.

    Now, the truth is out in the open. Betty is taken to the court while Stanley’s case is struck out. The family is happy, so is The Boudahas political associates and his well wishers. But his political foes were ashamed. The end of this matter further made Stanley to become popular and well known in the country because it turns out to be a case well followed.

    “My husband,” Kate stands with opened arms to receive Stanley. “I am sorry for not trusting you enough.” Stanley holds her firmly to himself. This is not the time to argue on anything.

    “Thank you for the role you played in nabbing Betty. If we hadn’t gotten her through the help of Dan, I might have become the scapegoat for her nefarious acts of wickedness.” His phone rings and it is Susan. “Susan is calling,” he tells Kate.

    Kate smiles, “I trust you darling. Pick it boy.”

    “Congratulations Stanley for your vindication,” Susan talks into the phone.

    “Thank you for always believing in me.” He replies. Kate looks a little displeased.

    “Greet Kate on my behalf.” Susan drops.

    Stanley resumes back fully into his business with no case to answer anymore; Betty on the other hand is sentenced for murder in spite of her numerous pleas.

    Susan faces her work in her school and Kate is learning to be a good house wife in spite of her fears. Susan is her nightmare. The Boudahas are still afraid Susan will not wake up in Stanley’s life.

    Who owns Stanley: Susan or Kate?

     

    We are soon rounding up on SUSAN

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  • SUSAN 11

    SUSAN 11

     

    THE CLOUD AT NOON

    Stanley becomes the first prime suspect to the death of Bolu. The lawyer to Bolu who facilitated the agreement between the two is bent to make a case against Stanley. Some forces who are against the Boudahas pitch behind the lawyer and this becomes a cash cow for the lawyer. Within the shortest time millions roll into his account.

    Since the death of the President, Chief Pelensiri and other political juggernaut during the unrest, the Boudahas become the strongest politically inclined family. All fingers point to either Boudaha Senior or the junior, Stanley as the anointed president after the interim government is ready to hand over power.

    For lack of strong evidence, Stanley is granted bail yet he has to keep appearing at the court until the case has substantial evidence against him. Dr Boudaha, the wife and Stanley drive to the father’s home after being granted bail.

    Stanley sits before his parents.

    “Stanley, I thought every affair between you and Susan is over some eight years ago?” Boudaha speaks in frustration but Stanley would not answer him a hoot. “Talk and let me not go crazy at this time. This should not be happening at this auspicious season of our lives.”

    “My dear, let us be patient as we hear him out.” Brenda speaks for the son. “Stanley, what happens again? It is like this Susan has become a nightmare to the Boudahas. We all love her, but let her be in the past please.”

    “Not at this time again when everything is set for our political preeminence.” Boudaha is visibly seen to be frantic.

    “Dad,” Stanley sounds depressed, “For once, you should think of my happiness and joy. Pelensiri is dead and this is my best moment to realize my dream again. I want Susan.”

    “Stanley,” Brenda replies, “Everything your father is doing is for your sake. We are getting old and we are making everything come in play for you. This season requires tact and wisdom.”

    “The nation is bleeding,” Boudaha talks to the distant, “The people need a savior, somebody to assuage the depressions of many years. They look to the Boudahas and they trust us. Let our love go beyond our own need my son. Even if you want Susan, the event surrounding her husband’s death has cast smear on your intention. Susan may be your best friend from God for other purposes; she doesn’t have to be your wife. There’s a supreme hand that guide the path of man, and he uses us as he will. The same God knows about Susan and Kate.

    “I agree I have wronged you for not following your heart earlier when you wanted Susan for a wife. Even your mother keeps nagging on the matter whenever she sees you not happy on account of Kate. If what everyone wants is that I kneel to beg you all, I am sorry from the depth of my heart.

    “Brenda my love, please do forgive me. Stanley, please I need your love; forgive me too. I want us to be a strong family and force; especially now. Posterity counts on us.”

    Brenda and Stanley walk to Dr Boudaha and hold one another firmly. They wouldn’t allow him to knee for forgiveness.

    “Together, we would forge ahead,” Brenda talks to support her husband.

    “Let us see what good God would bring out of the present rubbles,” Boudaha continues. “About Kate, let us be careful how we treat her this period of her life. She is not altogether a bad girl with what I see of her recently. Her problem is majorly that of bad parenting. They indulged her excesses and she does things as they seem good to her. She cannot be better than the examples around her.

    “Since she is married to you, she has improved to an extent. The changes in her have become significant; especially now when she has no unreasonable father to lean upon. Stanley, let us be patient. Patient is the gift of God.”

    “Dad,” Stanley interjects, “I as the husband haven’t seen significant changes. You married her to me so it is possible you will see the changes first; at least to support her. All the same, I will respect your advice of handling things with tact.”

    “Thank you my son,” Brenda sighs with relief.

    Stanley steps out and drives back to his home where waiting is Kate and Daniel his first son. Daniel runs to meet his dad and he picks him up into the air.

    “Dad, I missed you so much,” Daniel is excited, “mom said you have a little problem. Hope you wouldn’t leave us again?”

    “No, no, my boy,” his dad answers, “I am fully home and with you boy.”

    “Thank God,” he jumps down as his father lifts him down.

    Kate steps forward hugs him and with tears on her face.

    “Daniel, go to your room. Your dad needs some rest please.”

    “Thank you Kate,” he eased himself forward towards his inner room.

    “Why would you get yourself into this big trouble because of that useless husband snatcher?” Kate talks unsavoury to him while Daniel is out of earshot. Stanley enters the room, and before he could lock his door she enters to join him.

    “Kate, I need to rest please.”

    “Stanley, as your wife I am a human being. I feel jealous and I feel unsecured; especially now. I need explanation.”

    “Explanation for what Kate?”

    “How did you get into this mess? Are you into extramarital affairs? What has Susan given you that I have not?”

    “You would need to know how I got into this mess. You deserve to know. I will tell you everything after a whole day’s rest. I am blank now.”

    “Ok, are you into extramarital affairs with Susan?”

    “That is included in the first question, I will answer everything together.”

    “No, Stanley,” she cries, “Tell me this now.”

    “If Susan happens to be cheap I would have jumped at the offer of extramarital affairs with her. Kate, if it is possible I would have Susan; and I would prefer her to you a thousand times. Susan is not available to me in spite of my pressing demand. She is an angel. It is as simple as that.

    “Stanley, you are mad.”

    “Okay, get out of the room. I don’t want Kate’s trouble this afternoon. You have answered the third question with that dirty outburst of yours so I don’t have to answer you on that. Susan is as gentle as a dove. For all the years I have moved with Susan, she has never been harsh with words not to talk of action; I want that feel in my home even for just twenty four hours. She has a gentle way of helping me even when I wronged her.

    “Even when I jilted her, she would not curse me. But Kate would wake up from morning to evening to abuse and curse the daylight out of me. You throw tantrum with the slightest provocation. You are like the erupting and unceasing volcano that gives the people in a neighbourhood nightmare. You are so terrible in your outburst, yet, you expect me to love you.”

    “Are you comparing me to Susan?”

    “Sure, I want something better from you if you will remain relevant in my life. What is wrong is to have negative comparison; I am telling you the good thing I want. But to attain unto better standard, there must be a model and an example for you to learn from. Susan is the model of wife I want. That supposed wife snatcher is the only reason why you would remain my wife. Go learn from her.”

    “Something must be wrong with you. Do you ask me, daughter of Chief Pelensiri to stoop so low to be taught be the daughter of ‘a nobody’?”

    “That is the problem. Now you reminded me of something: The Pelensiris are prideful rattle snakes so poisonous that they attack anything that comes on their ways. Let me warn you, don’t hurt Susan or you will pay for it dearly.

    “Now I know; you are the killer of Bolu. Because Bolu hurt your obsession, Susan, you eliminated him. It seem obvious, Kate may be the next target. You have become so obsessed with Susan that you have began to eliminate whatever affects the joy of your idol.”

    “Men don’t chatter endlessly. I don’t have your time.” He hisses. “Kate, upgrade or fizzle out of my life. But take my word, if you hurt innocent Susan I will deal with you. She has suffered enough blows in life. She shouldn’t bear anymore pain.”

    “You are mad. What arrant nonsense. You are stupid.” She rants to no end as she prides herself out of the room.

    Stanley for lack of sleep for days due to the murder indictment sleeps off for the entire day into the far night.

    Susan in her world has become a widow suddenly; all these happening to her because she married a man who fails to be a pillar and support.

    She remembers the day Bolu’s death was announced and she got home to inform Samuel, Eniola and Lucy.

    “Your dad is late,” Susan break the news.

    “My father?” Samuel talks without deep thought. “Is that why you are crying mom? Sorry.” The boy takes it like a pinch of salt without any attachment.

    “Wouldn’t you miss him?”

    “Why miss him?” Eniola laughs innocently. The children have no feelings they have father for once, so when he died, it was like a chicken lost to the family except Susan.

    She realizes that Bolu has never been part of their lives; so his loss made no difference to them as children. She thinks about the fate of many absentees fathers of the world whose presence and absence make no difference in the lives of their children. Fatherhood should go beyond giving birth to children.

    Few days later, she receives some police to her home for inquest.

    “We are sorry for what happened?”

    “Thank you,” she replies.

    “By reasons of what happened, we have to comb every corner to prove the case beyond reasonable doubt. Do you know anything about his death?” the second policeman asks her.

    “No, no, no,” she responds succinctly.

    “Ok madam. Who is Stanley to you?” The third policeman asks.

    “Former school mate…” she tells them all that have been between her and Stanley.

    “It doesn’t make sense that a man will be ready to trade his wife for some millions. The story didn’t add up please.”

    “I have no other story then.”

    “We will get back to you again if there is the need.” The policemen get out and are on their way.

    “If the woman is saying the truth, then she must be a wife in a million.” One of the policemen speaks to the rest.

    “Few women can stand seeing raw money and refuse love,” another adds. By simple estimation, Stanley is very rich.

    “If she is saying the truth then Stanley may have a valid reason for seeking all means to gain her attention. I heard that Pelensiri’s daughter is hard and brash like the dad. Then I think Bolu must be stupid leaving a good wife at home and going after a harlot.” The third policeman says.

    “People often finally settle down with their kinds,” another adds to the discussion. “You cannot wash a pig and clean it and not expect it go back to back to the filth. Bolu died in the filth of his riotous living.”

    The cloud seems unsettling on who killed the young man. Some believe the story that it has to be Stanley, as the secret lover of Susan. Others believed that his death is natural. Finally, the result of the post mortem is out. Bolu died of food poisoning. Some persons from the political world are building a strong narrative that he hired his assassin in order not to draw attention to himself.

    We need more evidence.

    “I didn’t kill your husband.”

    “Who is on the line?”

    “It is me Stanley; some may be trailing my line so I have to call you through another phone number.”

    “You need not have called; you are giving them more ground and evidences to nail the two of us. Let us not give the devil ground to work against us.”

    “I have feelings for you and what you are going through alone at the death of your husband. I have to find means of speaking some comforting words to your heart. I feel I can help you unburden the yoke on you.”

    “Thank you Stanley. You have always been the big brother in my life.” She smiles faintly and she is relieved for his care at such a moment. “I trust the Stanley I know so much. You cannot hurt a fly. It is not you that killed Bolu, I know that too well. His lifestyle led to his untimely death; that I know deep within me.”

    “Thank you Susan, I am happy to hear that.” He feels restful. “But do you know that Kate do not believe me as much as you do?”

    “Don’t go there again, she is hurt at this period,” Susan answers, “Go and make Kate happy.”

    “You too like my dad is making case for Kate.”

    “After all I have been through, I would not want another woman have that experience. I cannot break her heart to satisfy my own lust.”

    “Susan, I have been praying that God will comfort you and strengthen you to handle this moment and come out stronger in Jesus name.”

    “Amen. Stanley, you have made my day. I am grateful.”

    “If you need anything always let me know.”

    “Stanley, go hide until the cloud is over. Don’t call me again until the storm is over. I too care for your safety. Goodbye.” She ends the call before Stanley could add another word.

     

     

    Watchout for next part, as the killer is unveiled!

  • SUSAN 10

    THE WAGES OF SIN

    “Who is this?” she stammers in fear as she turns around to see Stanley right in her sitting room. “How did you get into my home?”

    “I am sorry for coming on you surprisingly.”

    “You have not answered my question.”

    “Bolu, your husband arranged the whole thing. He told me you are alone and made access to your home easy for me.”

    “You bribed Bolu my husband to further make my life a hell. Are you making fun of me?” She turns her back to him.

    “No, my dear.”

    “I am not your dear and I will never be one.”

    “I am sorry please; I have come to make amend.” He places his right hand on her shoulder as she refuses to turn to him.

    “Don’t touch me!” she snaps, “I am somebody’s wife whether he loves me or not. I am dignified and I have self-esteem.”

    “I am sorry,” he sounds apologetic as he draws closer to her.

    “Not on your life or I will scream.”

    “Please hear me out.”

    “Not on that matter. On other ground you remain my friend and hero; but nothing to be said on marriage.”

    Stanley stands for a while as he gazes on her beautiful slender frame from the rear. She refuses to look at him. How much he wants her to ease off many years lost to Kate cumbering overture and tantrum.

    “Come to look at it Susan,” Stanley begins, “Bolu arranged this meeting and you are here defending this marriage. He arranged you his wife for me because he has money to gain from me. I told him I will give him any amount to allow me have access to you and he has given you up for me. He gave his marriage up so easily.”

    “I will not do the same,” Susan smiles dryly.

    “Apart from having you to me, I am doing this for you Susan. I have come for your peace. I can no longer watch you live unhappily the rest of your life. Even if you would not marry me, I will settle you with everything you would ever need; only that you are freed from this beast you called a husband.

    “Bolu is living with another woman Betty. Yet you are here alone pitching for him. Susan, shake yourself out of your dream. I remember we were both neck-deep in the school Christian fellowship but you should not take this God to the extreme. Both of us are not enjoying our marriages, and God would understand our strong reasons my dear. We once made mistakes of our lives by not getting married then, but this is our chance to correct it. Pelensiri the godfather, dad of Kate is dead and Bolu is ready to hand you over to me. Easy please.”

    Susan laughs as she begins: “God doesn’t understand us when our passion and mind is driving our decisions,” Susan tells him. “Do you know that Adam did not leave Eve even when she was obviously the architect of man’s fall? Marriage institution is God’s design where the stronger person helps the weaker one; or rather complement each other’s strength.

    “Sometimes, a seemingly mismatched relationship could be an arrangement to bring out the glory of God. Yes, we could have made some mistakes in times past but the Bible says that all things work together for our good when we seek for his perfect will in a situation.

    “It is in this marriage that I have found the strength to build a school and to own a thriving ministry growing from city to city. I have moved from being a poor village girl to own thriving institutions in the city. I may not be as rich as the Boudahas yet God had compensated my pains with his blessings because I have been faithful to him. You might promise to make me fabulously rich but I want you to know that some of us are very contented with what we have. I lack nothing good. Susan has moved forward long time ago.

    “I may have momentary emotion hurt because of the kind of husband I am married to, yet the grace of God has been with me. Tell me; is there anybody without his own share of life’s problem? Stanley, I want you to know this today: My marriage to Bolu is beyond him; I put God first ahead of my enjoyment of this thing called marriage in spite of the pains.”

    “Susan, this is why I love you,” Stanley begins to cry. “If you can stake it so firmly for a man who is grossly irresponsible, what wouldn’t you do for a godly man? I made the terrible mistake of my life by not following through.” He places his two hands on his heads.

    “It is a thing of the past. Old things are passed away, behold, all things are new Stanley.”

    “I cannot go on with Kate.”

    “Where would you put the children? Where would you put the extended family, the cousins and the many people in your big marriage network? Stanley, remember that marriage is beyond two people. You are no longer married to Kate alone, but a community. This is why in marriage contract, we do have many people represented and as witnesses. You too become a witness to the vow: In good time and in bad time. Divorce is on the increase because we are leaving the traditional model of extended relationship in homes and marriages.”

    “Susan, give me a place in your heart please. I need you now than ever. I want you to be in the big picture of my next level growth; leave the philosophy that’s not working for you or me.”

    “I may not like every outcome but I am contented with my life estate,” Susan insists.

    “Susan, the youths want me to play strategic role in the transition since the President and his cabinets were crushed in the last month’s uproar. I cannot tell the extent of my involvement once the transition in government is complete, but I will want you to be the first lady in my life.”

    “Where would you put Kate?”

    “Kate will be gone beneath just as the fearful dynasty of Pelensiri ended. She will be gone into history with Pelensiri her dad. You will replace her just as Esther replaced Vashti in the Bible.

    “For God’s sake we are Christians not heathen King like Ahasuerus, so let us find our examples among the saints of God who gave their lives for the just cause. More so, I have to set a positive example for the youths who I am leading. You might expect me to jump at the offer. No, no, no.”

    “Is Ahasuerus and Vashti outside the Bible?”

    “Even the devil spoke in the Bible. We don’t follow everyone just because they appeared in the Bible. Remember Judas committed suicide yet he too was a character of the Bible.” She replies him whimsically.

    “Then let us leave this argument aside. I wouldn’t be able to handle a no please; give me your heart. Bolu is no longer coming back; right now he lives permanently with a lady called Betty. I have given him enough money to get himself off you. You have nothing holding you back.”

    “Enough of that thrash Stanley. I have his children to care for and I have my conscience to nurture. Go back to Kate.”

    “Kate?”

    “Yes, go back to Kate your wife. Bring out the best in her. She needs you now that her dad is late. If you can reach her heart now you might win her forever. This is your chance to mend fences and captivate her. If you want me to support you in doing this then I will be available. My heart is closed to loving you as a husband.”

    Stanley hesitates for a while and is about going out when Susan who has her face to the wall all along suddenly turns to him for the first time and asks for Kate’s phone number. He gave it to her reluctantly. Her face is drenched with tears flowing down freely.

    “I want her close to me.”

    “Wouldn’t you come close? I cannot watch you and leave you in tears?”

    “Bye Stanley.” She looks away and never turns to him. He stands for a while, and then he realizes Susan is no longer connected to his conversation. Stanley’s steps fades away without having any of his requests met.

    Susan rushes into her room, falls on her bed, face down she weeps sour. All her being wants peace, joy and a great home with a man like Stanley around her but she ends up with Bolu, a beast in human clothing. It has not been easy living most of her married life as if she isn’t married. The few times he seem available he spends to thrash the little joy within her.

    Here is the man she once dreamt for her life; coming back to beg for her to come bac: The perfect person she ever wanted coming back on platter of gold. Everything within her wanted Stanley, she yearns for his touch, love and cuddle but her resolve was supreme. She wants him but she couldn’t go a step further. She remembers that Bolu entered her life when she was spiritually fallow and empty. She had made the vow never to allow such again, not to allow her emotion to rule her. She also wants the best love for her children and wouldn’t want her selfish drive for Stanley scuttle their joy. She remembers her children, Samuel, Eniola and Lucy.

    Why would she seek for a joy at the expense of their joy? She shivers and writhes in pains due to the intensity of her emotional turmoil. She falls asleep while crying.

    The man she loves is so close to her yet she couldn’t have him. This is the irony of life. Susan is in a lonely world of hers.

    Stanley gets into his car and sits for a while as he also weeps uncontrollably. He finds it difficult to forgive his parents especially his dad for his role in his choice of Kate over Susan. Susan he has always loved yet he couldn’t come to get her in his grip. At the depth of passion he felt if she could just allow him to have sex with her just to show love to her; even once. She would not even give him the least attention talk more of sex.

    What kind of lady is Susan, he thought.

    Stanley picks his phone and dials Bolu. “I have done all I could but Susan would not yield. I am giving up and wouldn’t hurt her by going against her will. She remains my best friend and the best lady I could have married. I cease to trouble her anymore.”

    “Ah, I am sorry. Let me try harder. I will go back home and appeal to her and possibly intimidate her and force her to respond to your kindhearted gestures.”

    “Don’t do such; she had been through so much already in your hands.”

    “She is making me lose your favour and all the promises you have made would not be holding anymore.”

    Stanley smiles: “All I have given you keep. I forfeit the four million; it worth seeking for the woman I love. Meeting Susan and feeling her voice is enough.”

    “Thank you sir,” Bolu seems to be relieved on account of the four million already in his account.

    “Secondly, I will still make the ten million transfers to you.”

    “Ah, ah, ah,” Bolu wants to run mad for joy. “I cannot hear you right boss.”

    “I am not your boss. Here the new line of agreement.”

    “Yes sir.”

    “I want a written agreement to the effect that you will never in your life molest Susan. She is dear to me and I have to protect her with all I have. When the agreement is ready through a lawyer, then I will make the transfer to you immediately.”

    “It is done sir.”

    Stanley cut off Bolu and drives home. His face isn’t in the best mood.

    “What is the matter dear?” Kate asks with curiosity and love.

    “It is nothing.”

    “Stanley, you know I have been trying to be the best of wife to you of recent. I care.”

    “How could that be possible? An offspring of Pelensiri cannot deliver goodness. Is it because your dad is no longer in the picture? Your political arrangement is squashed and like your father you too want to find another means to use me to rise again? You don’t know what love is.”

    “I am still mourning my dad. You know that Stanley.”

    Kate couldn’t handle the barrage of questions and heart renting words of Stanley; she eases herself back to her room in tears.

    Few days later, Bolu calls Stanley.

    “I have the agreement ready through my lawyer.”

    “Okay, I will be with you in two hours time.”

    Stanley through Bolu’s lawyer accepts the letter and he transfers the sum of ten million.

    Bolu is overjoyed that he breezes to a car dealer end and buy a brand new car and he zooms off back home where Betty and him live. Betty upon sighting him through the window runs out to meet him.

    “Congratulations.”

    “It has happened.”

    “He transferred everything?” she ask inquisitively.

    “Yes the fool did just that.” Bolu responds as the two of them hug beside the new car.

    “How do we celebrate it?” Betty asks happily.

    “Let us start with you. You are the special delicacy for the celebration.”

    “No problem. I am all yours but at my pace.” Betty understands his language.

    Bolu leads her gently into the room as they chatter and banter along. As soon as they step in, he locks the door and they duck into each other in long kisses. As he begins to remove her clothes she stops him.

    “Why?”

    “The rules begin now that we are richer. One, promise me there would not be a side chick beside me; only me. I know how much you frolic around. I have my facts Bolu.”

    “Sex first and now.”

    Betty understands him. With money, Bolu decides everything so she gives in without argument. She wants her share; and it will come through unfettered cooperation. This requires being the best player of sex and whatever Bolu wants.

    “Okay, next rule. I want this sex to be deep and unforgettable as my token to celebrate this windfall of enormous cash.” She hollers.

    “I am fully in with rule number two,” he answers.

    “I have the drugs and more than enough drinks,” she whispers into his left ear. “I want to be high.”

    Bolu is given to alcohol and he can go for days with little food. He gets into drug when he met Betty and she becomes his teacher in all conceivable vices except criminality.

    She brings the white powder to the table and they both sniff the content. Suddenly they become ravenously engaged. They turn themselves over to depraved gambit in full sexual orgy to no end; the drug tasks their stamina to the hilt. The shouts and moaning they make during the intercourse echoes into the neighbourhood. They suddenly become silent and sleep off deep.

    “Hello Mrs Susan Boluwatife.”

    She has some uneasiness as the three policemen approach her at her school. Has Bolu committed some atrocities that they want her to answer to? What could be wrong?

    “We are sorry to tell you,” the most senior officer speaks with concern and brevity, “Boluwatife, your husband is dead.”

    “What?” she is silent for a while. She remembers Samuel, Eniola and Lucy. “My children would no longer have a father? I trust that one day he will come back home like the prodigal son did.” She begins to weep.

    Immediately she calls her mom, Mrs Beatrice who has been her confidant and strength all through the challenging times in her marriage. Her dad also took off along with her mother from the village to come mourn with their daughter.

    Three days after Bolu received the ten million cash transfer from Stanley he was found cold dead in his room all by himself. The police through a hint from Bolu’s lawyer get Stanley as the prime suspect; and they had some evidences against him.

    Why would Stanley want Susan by all means and to warrant the killing of Bolu?

     

    Watch out for the next part

  • SUSAN 9

    TRAGEDY OR DELIVERANCE?

     

    Pockets of unrest erupts every here and there. The slightest provocation leads to one kind of protest or the other. As the government resolves one issue another one surfaces. When the goat is pushed to the wall, it turns against the attacker. The government is failing to heed the ominous signs on the wall. The youths are not turning back anymore. They gave the government leaders ultimatum to hand over power.

    Instead of heeding the warning the leaders laugh over the matter.

    Similar issue is taking place with Pelensiri and Stanley.

    Kate grows insolent by the day. Stanley has gotten to the point when he is ready to dare the consequence. He is frustrated spending another day with Kate the daughter of Pelensiri. It is like the battle of control over the soul of Stanley by the entire family of Pelensiri. They are the odious evil gang led by Chief Pelensiri himself. They prostrate Stanley until he becomes an ordinary figure head. This they achieved from the moment he married her until recently.

    He dares Pelensiri recently.

    “I will rather die than remain the captive of your family. Kate either comes down as a wife or we burst the whole show sir.”

    “Ha ha ha ha,” Pelensiri laughs. “How suddenly you come about this courage to talk to Almighty Pelensiri. The lion no one dare look at.”

    “I am the eagle far from your grip. There is always good in every bad experience. Marrying your daughter has proved that benefit, if nothing else. Dealing with your family has given me strength. With this strength developed over time I have sailed over your grip. You rule your world through the instrument of fear. As you too can see, I am no longer afraid of you and I cease being your captive. I have learned that when you face your fear, your problem is half solved.”

    “The dog that dares the tiger will be clothed with blood,” Pelensiri threatens.

    “It is better to die valiantly than lead a cheap life. I am Stanley; I am not Dr Boudaha my father. I don’t have to eat from dirty politics in the nation. I have nothing to lose order than my life. You have much to lose if the equation changes so you are holding tightly to everything called Boudaha.”

    “Who told you that?” Pelensiri charges at him.

    “Nobody; by experience and observation I have come to know that your dirty government launders yourself on my dad’s personality. He is the image of your government; you corruptly lured him to market your stinking records, this includes the president. Why do you always want to have dad in your campaign train? Do you think I don’t know?”

    “You have come to know so much guy; kudos.” He claps for Stanley disdainfully.

    “I know more. You use cunning means to get Boudaha to your side as an in-law to market whatever ambition you might have. Hadn’t Kate said it several times that I am a toothless bulldog to serve her and not the other way round? You use Boudaha my dad and you want to use me too to launder the image of Kate for a political career into the future.

    “Your threat is for one reason, to keep my personality around Kate to market her political brand and that of your circle. I know your threat to eliminate me isn’t a joke if I fail to cooperate with your schemes and plans.”

    “You are right!” he speaks quizzically. “What more boy?”

    “Since I know all this, I am prepared to serve you a big surprise upon my death. If you kill me you and your career will sink forever. I have more than enough to nail you and all these information are with my lawyer who holds this in confidant. It is not my local lawyers so don’t go after them but an international lawyer. I have the full information on how you transform from a drug baron to a political icon. I know of those ladies who you rape. How about the wife of one of your aides who was pregnant for you; to cover up the deed you ended up murdering her along with the pregnancy?

    “I have made it clear that if I die, they should hold you and Kate responsible. With that I wonder how she will come clean to emerge as a political personality in this country. You too know I have people who have begun to hold me in high esteem in this country. You too know that the youths are beginning to demand for fair governance and they are looking to people like me.

    “Chief, I cannot serve Kate. But for the respect I have for you as my in-law I would have used this information I have against you, but I would not do that; God himself will demand justice over you for all the atrocities you have committed.”

    “Stanley, you seem so weak when I got you over to marry my daughter but I didn’t know you have a deceptive look. You seem weak on the outside but strong as steel within. Your sly look gives you ample time to know so much about me. This notwithstanding, I will keep roaring as a lion till my last breathe. Keep the information or we will all sink together. Do you know what I mean?”

    “No, sir.”

    “You may be ready to die.”

    “Yes, very ready.”

    “But how about Boudaha, Brenda and your sibling?” He laughs wickedly. “How about your children?” he adds.

    “My children are your grandchildren sir. Have you forgotten?”

    “No, I have not forgotten,” Pelensiri speaks arrogantly, “When a person like me is sinking, he pulls everything possible along. Stanley, don’t dare me please.”

    “You too respect my family, stop poking nose into my family affairs and tell your wife sir to also respect this too. Both of us can pull strings. Old man, enjoy your wealth and political grandeur, leave my family alone. I am the head there.”

    “Who made you head?”

    “Do you know I am a Christian and we have our tradition.”

    “What tradition boy?” he seem interested to know.

    “The Bible says: Let every man lead his home and not the other way round. I dictate what happens in my house henceforth and not you or your family sir.”

    Chief Pelensiri is seen fuming with anger: “Young man, get lost and get out of my house now.” Pelensiri roars and this makes five of his aides to rush in.

    “What is it sir?” they all query at the same time.

    “I have not called you in. I am with my beloved in-law.” He pretends all is well.

    “We are sorry for intruding,” they answer him with respectful gestures as they walk out.

    “Bye sir.” Stanley steps out of his father-in-law’s presence.

    “Remember this, no matter what you do; you cannot have your way boy. We remain the godfathers of this nation.” Chief talks to him as Stanley walks out.

    Pelensiri feels beaten for the first time in decades. Stanley has gotten him down below the belt and he wouldn’t dare act rashly to curtail his son-in-law. He is sure Stanley has more facts to nail him. He looks vacantly on how to rearrange the game plan to his favour and none is forthcoming; at least not for now.

    “Welcome home King Kong,” Kate claps for her husband when he gets back. “Who cooked for you and boldly declare you would have soup to dish it out. Hear me, I don’t want to care a hoot Mr Man, it is me and dad that will determine whether you have soup for your meal.

    “I pity you man, if you know what is good for you go back and beg Pelensiri. No one dare him and stay alive. He is a rattle snake.”

    “I am not going back on my words. If he is a rattle snake, I will smash his head.”

    “I love that audacity of yours,” she claps admiringly, “but it should not have been against Pelensiri and Kate. Pelensiri don’t forgive while Kate is inflexible. You either serve my purpose or I make life a hell for you.”

    Stanley laughs and this makes Kate to start: “I have always live in hell since I married you. I have deleted your acts out of my life. You no longer exist in my life. I am only living with your carcass.”

    The last statement pains Kate that she rushes forward to slap Stanley and he is quick to hold her two hands down.

    Back at the family house of the Boudahas, a strange call brings jitters and fear.

    “Boudaha,” the voice is wild as it bellows through phone.

    “Please who is calling my line and without an iota of respect.”

    The voice keeps quiet for a while before it continues: “It is not about respect now. It is about having your life saved from an impending danger.”

    Sweat gathers fast on his forehead and he begins to shiver: “What have I done please?”

    “It is not about what you have done, it is about you being able to follow this simple instruction to the letter. Your life depends on this.”

    “Please what is it all about?”

    “Travel out of the country for another two weeks.”

    “For what?”

    “Travel to any part of the world, anywhere and do it now.”

    “Why?”

    “Ask no more questions.” The voice thunders as he drops the call.

    Boudaha calls Brenda.

    “See what Stanley has caused. He has stirred the hornets’ nest.”

    “Why do you think or say that?” Brenda asks her husband.

    “Pelensiri is angry and he wants me dead!”

    “How did you know that?”

    “A caller warned me to run out of the country now and for the next two week. He said this simple instruction will determine whether I live or not.

    “Then put a call to him and beg him on behalf of Stanley as you pretend not to know about this caller.”

    “Thank you Brenda. I will do that now.”

    Dr Boudaha calls Pelensiri and pleads on behalf of Stanley.

    “Dr Boudaha, take my word. I will not hurt him if he would not act silly. He is my son and son-in-law at the same time. I still like him; just to be sure he is not acting to the extreme.”

    “Thank you.” Boudaha sighs with relief; he feels there is no longer reason to be on the run since Pelensiri feels no grudge against him and his family. Before sleeping that night the strange caller calls again.

    “Why are you calling again?”

    “The time is running against you. This is countdown to your death if you fail to heed my instruction. You have only tomorrow left.”

    “Why should I need your instruction?”

    “We want to strike, I love you and I don’t want you taken by surprise.”

    “Thank you.”

    Boudaha hurriedly finds out about the available flight and with Brenda they travel for urgent vacation.

    The anger and the frustration of the citizens especially the youths are like the pent up flood that is bursting out on every frontier. In every city, towns and villages people troop out to demand for the leaders to vacate and leave the government arenas since they could not make the lot of the people better.

    In simple term they give out a simple instruction to follow: Leave the space. The leaders take this as the joke of the century. They disperse the protesters, yet with each passing day the crowds of protesters grow into a mammoth size. After a week it has become uncontrollable.

    Then the government commits an unpardonable sin. They order the military to open fire on the citizens. Hundreds die within a couple of day. But within the same two days, the government of decades crumbles to rubbles. The uproar consumes virtually everyone who has feasted from government the past many years.

    The president and many members of his cabinets die in the inferno of outrage. Mr President is strangled and cast into the street like a dead dog. Pelensiri is a conspicuous part of the government, a behemoth of people march to his house and he jumps over the fence. He too is tracked down and stones are cast on him until he dies a miserable dead. His aides all desert him during this trying time. His palatial home is razed to the ground; all that is left of Pelensiri estate is heaps and ashes. All he gathers ends up as vanity within a moment.

    Kate is bewildered, and her mom and Kate’s siblings run to Stanley’s home as their hideout. They find out that Stanley is loved by many and anything under his custody will be fine. Suddenly, they eat the humble pie.

    “Stanley, hope you are fine,” Susan calls in the heat of the unrest.

    “Very fine. You care.”

    “Sure, you have remained my best of friend and I remain forever grateful Stanley for those years gone while in school.”

    “Susan, I want you back. Only this will make my joy complete.”

    “We are married. Above all, let the raging storm be gone.”

    “Then you would be available,” he feel relieved.

    “No, Stanley. The die is cast and forever settled. There is nothing anyone else can do. There is nothing my friend. But I owe you my deepest prayer this period when this mayhem is set against the aristocratic families of the land; I hope vengeance is not taken too far. It is well with you my friend.”

    “Thank you, this is the best call in recent time. Even the dark sky retains its silver lining.”

    “Bye,” Susan talks gently and faintly as she drops the phone.

    Stanley brushes his hair backward and sighs deeply when he hears from behind the voice of Kate.

    “Who is that calling you?”

    “Susan,” Stanley answers carelessly.

    “Susan, Susan, Susan,” she rants. “Go marry that Susan. Go marry her.”

    “What is that to you?”

    “I love you please. Don’t hurt me now that I am bereaved of my father,” she clutches him to her. “You are all that is left to make me happy. Only you.”

    Stanley’s heart melts. He sees the tears in his wife’s eyes. Her sterling power is gone. Her father, her backbone is gone; died pitiably. Chief Pelensiri, the rugged man of the nation’s politics and the father of the cabals and the old horse in the drug industry. How are the mighty fallen?

    For a very long time, the soft side of Stanley comes into play again.

    “I am sorry; I cannot afford to hurt you as we mourn the life of your father and the many rich people that died in the infernal outburst of the masses; although this is an eternal lesson to us all. We cannot hold people down forever. Can we?”

    The systemic cleansing ends abruptly as it begins. An interim government is installed immediately to avoid a vacuum. The youths especially insists things have to be done differently now.

     

     

  • SUSAN 8

    THE PLAYER

    Bolu and Susan are neighbours but are not in close terms. Susan has few people around her as friends. She is new in the city; life is opening freshly unto her after school. She has a job. Bolu on the other hand is also new in the city working as a young officer in a federal government establishment, he has many friends and he loves pleasure to the tilt. He spares no moment to indulge himself; but he too goes to the church well.

    Bolu is from the religious view of grace irrespective of our lifestyles. He is spiritually inept who believes that moral bankruptcy has nothing to do with grace. He too is a church worker and is loved so well in his church circle. No one tells him what is right or wrong; so he does things as it seems right to him. His church is above all moral obligations teaches more on how we may prosper and get more of the things of the world.

    After few weeks in the neighbourhood he brushes Susan while having a stroll.

    “I am sorry, just a mistake,” he says casually.

    “No problem, I understand,” Susan replies.

    “Understand?” He scans through his mind.

    “Yes, what other meaning are you giving it? Excuse me please.”

    “I am sorry for whatever. But sincerely, I have marked you the first day you came into our neighbourhood. I realized you are different from every other girl I have ever met. What is your secret?”

    “Jesus,” she snaps the answer in a way to get him off her.

    “I will want to know more of your own Jesus. Thank you for your time.”

    Susan looks back without waiting an extra moment and he too looks back and their eyes locked. She thought of winning a soul for Christ he thought of laying her down.

    Few days later they meet again and Bolu reminds her about her Jesus.

    “Come to church for yourself; there you will meet with jesus.”

    Thank you sister. Which of the churches in our neighbourhood?”

    “Calvary Chapel.”

    “Oh, well known church.”

    “Start with Wednesday and Sunday services, you will meet with Jesus as you come around.”

    This is how Bolu too becomes a member of Calvary Chapel. Immediately he steps into the church Susan directs somebody to him and he is led to accept Christ as his Lord and Susan’s joy know no bound and so is the team handling the growth of Bolu into a great Christian soldier. In no time he joins the workers teams.

    Bolu naturally has zeal for the things of the church just as he did in his former church – he even doubled his activities. Calvary Church has no equal to Brother Bolu in zeal. To add more to his work in church he goes out for evangelism and wins more souls to church. There was a time he was nominated as the Five Star General which is based on his exploit in soul winning.

    He is now six months in church and he becomes the darling of everyone. He becomes a cynosure and envy among sisters. The sanctimonious sisters and psychedelic sisters are in the frontline to win his heart.

    “Why I love Brother Bolu is that whoever marries him is guaranteed heaven.” One sister says.

    “He has a good job. As a federal worker he has prospect of becoming a Director or Permanent Secretary someday.” Another blurts.

    “He doesn’t seem to have time for girls. He is a spirit.” Another says.

    Sometime later, Bolu goes to the pastor to inform them about his interest in Susan.

    “Sir, I wouldn’t want to do anything behind without your consent as a believer who has a heaven to gain.” Bolu explains his mission towards marrying Susan. Afterward, the pastor explains to Susan about the interest of Bolu in her and that she should pray and give him a listening ear.

    Subsequent days after, he calls on her and they agreed to meet after church service. They have chairs set apart from the rest and he begins:

    “I have loved you from the first day I set eyes on you.”

    Susan laughs heartily and this confuses Bolu.

    “What is funny?”

    “I hope I am not the Jesus you came for in this church. No way brother?”

    “Think this way please: we cannot see Jesus but we can see the examples of Jesus and then fall in love with the Jesus in a man. Susan, I love the Jesus in you; he has so much changed you I want him and you together.”

    “Bolu, let me be sincere with you; I have never thought of you for myself. Not once. I have always rejoiced that I have helped a soul live for Christ and that is my joy. It will be a sin to help win you for Christ with the mind of marrying you. That will be too selfish for me and Christ would not love that.”

    “Susan, you would not know how much an angel you have become. How many people would talk as gracefully as you have done now? It takes the crucified life to think only of Jesus. Marrying Susan is a guaranteed ticket to heaven.”

    “My mind cannot take or process what you are saying now or how you could become my husband. If such will be, please let us give it time Brother Bolu. Let me think and pray over the matter.”

    “Thank you Sister Susan.” He tells her as they part way.

    Susan hasn’t given up on her love for Stanley and she secretly wishes he calls back to ask her back into his life. This has been her secret prayers day in day out. After parting way, Stanley calls her one day and they talk extensively and agreed to be friends for life even though they have mutual understanding that their marriage would not work. This is the kind of maturity that holds between them. They agreed that their spouses would be friend with one another too.

    Sometimes again, they get to talk…

    “Ours has been mutual friendship from the first day until issues beyond us created wedges in our love. I will forever be glad knowing you Susan and thank you for always being an understanding person.”

    “You have been my big brother and you will remain.”

    “My wedding will be next month Susan.”

    “I am glad for you, friend.” Susan answers.

    “I hope you will find time and make it please.”

    “No, Stanley, Susan is close to tears, “I cannot handle it. I cannot come watch you marry someone else.”

    “Why?”

    She pauses and refuses him an answer

    “You are my friend,” she begins to breathe heavily, “and I hold you dear perpetually but we will not see again. The wound is fresh again and I cannot find a healer.” She bursts into tears and the phone goes off. Susan weeps so much and in anguish of pains. Her heart seems near bursting with no hope of recovering. Every day and every moment look like the night. It is night time for Susan.

    “Lord, why this? Why am I so disdain because of my family status to lose my love? Why do I have to fall from the heights when I am favoured to marry the best of men?” Susan enters a mourning mood and this continues for days and months.

    Stanley without telling anyone travels to Susan’s parents to be sure she has not injured herself.

    “Dad, tell him I am well and he need no longer seek for me. If he cannot marry me, we have to be far apart because we are attracted by unseen bond that could override human arrangement. Since he is married, I would not want to be a second wife or break his home.”

    “You are my true daughter. God will give you your own man.”

    She blocks him out of her life but she could not easily come over the whole situation within her heart. She is in her vulnerable moment. Bolu is always around her to cheer her up. Then she becomes careless and more vulnerable by the day as she seeks for consolation and joy. Then she opens up to Bolu and their friendship becomes the talk in church.

    “I have my younger sister around, would you come and say hello to her?” Bolu says to her sometime later and she obliges to know her future sister in-law. She gets to his home and he opens the door.

    “Where is your sister?”

    “She steps out, I will call her to come back quickly – she hasn’t gone far.”

    “Susan is around. Ok. She is waiting for you.” Bolu calls his sister. He is everywhere to make Susan comfortable. Then he graduates to touching and gentle smacking at any little talks – Susan doesn’t care. She is spiritually hollow at the moment.

    Then he leads the talk to sex. Then she blocked that line of discussion. Bolu takes offence.

    “If you love me you will not refuse me. If you love me you will understand my emotional need of you and if you love me you will feel for me.”

    Susan has changed, she has on her much unbearable pressure within and she begins to cry. She doesn’t want sex, yet she doesn’t know what she wants. She could not help herself. The only friend for the moment is angry, she is confuse, confuse in mind and spirit.

    Bolu gets close and wipes her tears and gently begins to caress her like a mother dousing away a child’s tear. Susan begins to feel the soothing hands of Bolu, and then it graduates to an ecstasy and enjoyment of the moment. She loses control and he removes her clothes and within minutes has her engage in sex.

    This is the end of an era. She loses her virginity so cheaply and this further aggravates her disillusionment, pains and sorrow. She falls into depression and she feels like running mad. She walks shamefully out of his room and house and she would not want to wait for his sister.

    The following month she fails to have her menstruation.

    “Bolu, I cannot see my ‘period’.”

    “Go find it my dear.”

    “I am serious.”

    “Then it cannot be me who impregnated you foolish sister.”

    Susan blinks twice and could not believe her ears. “Am I now the foolish sister?”

    “Yes! Small girls know what to do but you are hear troubling me. Go and abort it. Do I have to tell you? If you would not then I am not responsible.”

    “I was a virgin when we met?”

    “Tell the story to the gods. After that day that you have learned to enjoy the fruit at the center of the garden you could as well have other men do it for you. Man is unpredictable.”

    “Haaa!”

    “If you are predictable, why did you fall for me? And would you not still fall for someone else especially with your recent disillusionment and depression. Don’t you know the new Susan is caged by unknown trouble and I took advantage of it? Thank you for giving me your virginity but don’t bother me with your pregnancy story. Bye.”

    She cries to the church. The godly Brother Bolu changes so fast that the pastor could not manage him.

    “He must be demon possessed,” the pastor talks in amazement. After little details, he goes all the way to find out about the family. Pastors are given the messy jobs.

    The parents of Bolu are gladdened to hear that their son has impregnated a lady and are of the opinion to have them cement a marriage between both. Reluctantly Bolu proceeds.

    Susan’s family are happy about the turn, not because their child had pregnancy out of wedlock but because she could hold such pregnancy without the temptation of aborting it. It happens to be a low key program.

    Immediately after the engagement and marriage rites, Susan has stomach contractions and pains. There and then she had a miscarriage. She looks at Bolu and she sees a bleak future.

    “Is this what we call marriage?” She asks herself like somebody in a dreamland. She weeps sore while alone back in Bolu’s room. “Is this marriage?” She cries.

    “Girl, you think you are smart,” he enters. “You forced yourself on me?”

    “No, you deceived me. You came for me and trailed me to the church and served like an angel though you are a demon within.”

    He laughs deeply clutching his tummy: “I bet on you and I won – my friend told me about the new girl in the neighbourhood. I came for you, I saw and I conquer. I was planning to fly away when you came to tie me down with that bastard pregnancy.”

    “Hmm.” She sighs without saying a thing.

    “Now that the pregnancy is gone, what is holding you back? I am not ready for a marriage. More so, I cannot marry a Holy Sister.”

    “Do you know what marriage is to a Christian?”

    “Leave me out of this Christian of a thing. What are you going to do?” He snarls.

    “I am your wife, obedient wife. I remain your wife. This is what we are taught.”

    “Why can’t you hold on to your Bible this way when I wanted to sleep with you? Cheap girl”

    “It was then, the enemy swayed me and I was careless. I held too long to a sinking ship of a man that jilted me. I failed to take ownership of my life fast and trust God for the best. I was blind and now I can see? I have learned not to help situation anymore. Though you become my cross, I will no longer yield to the crutches of regrets, remorse, bitterness or frustration. It is better to follow the hard way.”

    “What do you mean?”

    “If I have taken charge and refuse depression and allow God to rule in the affairs instead of asking him silly questions and backsliding thinking I am hurting God, I would not have met you. Before I went astray you were never in the picture. My backslidden state brought you in. I will bear my cross and turn it into a message.”

    “As you want,” he said as he hisses out.

    The marriage is hell from the first day.

    Stanley too knows no respite and his too is a kind of seesaw unrest domain like the ship perpetually on the turbulent sea.

    Kate is a malignant terror coupled with her parents. She takes orders from her father’s home and then orders Stanley about. Every least offence of her husband gets to her dad and mom. In turn they would pick the phone and deal with Stanley with harsh words. After ending there they would call Stanley’s parents to warn them. She is a spoilt brat.

    Kate coming into the world of the Boudaha has turned their lives into a small hell.

    “I told you but you would not listen. You wanted in-laws of immense status and now you have it full.” Stanley’s mom calls charging at the husband after one of those frustrating experiences.

    “I am sorry.”

    “If we did not give in to you then you would have divorced me. Isn’t that your threat then? Now you have made life hell for us. You have made Stanley’s world a miserable one, so mine and yours; you pulled the rest of us in. God in his benevolent gave us an angel called Susan on free platter but we thrust her into God-knows-where because you thought she doesn’t belong. You have forgotten that the God of the rich is also the God of the poor.

    “Even what we have is only in trust that we will dispense them well. All men are equal to as much as we understand virtue. Have you forgotten that we too started small? I prayed hard we didn’t make this grave mistake; but here we are now. I miss Susan.” Mrs Brenda Boudaha begins to cry as she falls into the embracing hands of her husband.

    “I am sorry my dear, please I am deeply sorry.”

    Boudaha holds her for a long time and keeps caressing her long hair to soothe his aging wife. The imbroglio festering as a result of the gnawing feud in Stanley’s home is eaten his wife up and he has to manage it well; Brenda is not a very strong hearted woman. She is soft but lovable. He knows her very well and at this point they have grown closely knitted more and more as they aged; she is losing strength on account of Stanley’s miserable life caused by him. Boudaha cannot imagine losing Brenda in view of her failing health status which is based on recent medical checkup.

    “I love you Brenda.”

    “I love you too.” She wipes the last drop of tears away. He pulls her up and to him. “I am sorry my wife.”

    We have different marriages, different homes, different experiences and different strokes.

     

     

     

    Watch out next week…

    The Fall of the Giants… when the giants fall, lives are liberated.

     

     

     

     

  • SUSAN 7

    SUSAN 7

     

    QUARREL AT HOME

    The next few weeks portend hell in the Boudaha’s family. It is a thug of war between father and son. The battle line of whose word will stand becomes the issue. The father wants his son to look towards one of the bourgeoisies’ or aristocratic families in town but the son sticks to the daughter of a “nobody”.

    The two of them are the elephants in the battle of supremacy and many things begin to suffer in their family. The other members of the family have soft spot for Susan and would readily have been on the side of Stanley but nobody would want to stand on the way of the roaring lion; Boudaha insists he is acting in the best interest of everyone.

    Boudaha’s wife, Brenda knows her husband better than others. They have been married close to thirty years so she comes to know him as tenacious and rugged person when he pursues things he wants to achieve in life; this attitude he even gets down into the bedroom.

    She smiles even amidst this confusion: she remembers when they first got married. She thought she would love sex to the till but she met a champion and conqueror in the other room. She got to a time every bolt within her joint ached badly, yet Boudaha will find a way through until he turn on her entire body system on fire. Then she would crash into the bed. Could sex be food to Boudaha? Somebody told her all men are like that; so to keep a man one has to be prepared for all season shows. She smiles again as she imagined the old days. He owns all the beautiful adjectives in the dictionary and he is the master of seduction in his bedroom. To make her home work, she had learnt to manage this aspect of him well.

    In spite of being a politician Boudaha is one of the best of his kinds. He doesn’t go after women and he has just a wife. Scarcely could one see a politician of his status who do not have chains of girls and possibly wives.

    Mrs. Boudaha also learn how to make him come back home every now and then. She made him her adorable king and he knows how much she regards him. Through adequate understanding, the two of them are able to master their love life exceptionally.

    Boudaha doesn’t keep late night out there. He returns back home early enough in the evening once he is through with his day job. Many times, he calls the wife once or twice before getting back home and she too reciprocates his kind gesture.

    For the first time in their long years of marriage she had to contend with unbearable tension at home that makes her loathe life. Each party believes she is taking side with the other yet she couldn’t reconcile the two of them.

    “Brenda, I see you working against me in this home. I know you are with Stanley in this. Let me tell you my mind: If that stubborn son of yours eventually marries that gold digger just get to know that our marriage is ending. What that mean? Pick your things and move out of my life.” This is Boudaha charging at the wife as he walks out of the house.

    At other time he invites the family members to warn Stanley and the mom not to work against his wishes. The discussion ends as a stalemate as both parties could not be reconciled. As a good father, he thought his plan is best suited for his son.

    Brenda is sinking down and deep in the quagmire as it begins to affect her physical and mental health. On a certain day she passes out and has to be rushed to the intensive unit of the city’s hospital. She has a very high blood pressure. She begins to recuperate. One of those days, Stanley comes around to her. She pulls him closer to her and pleads to him.

    “My son, I am about dying and the cause is the trouble with your dad and you,” she speaks weakly.

    “talk to dad, he is the cause,” he replies.

    “Your dad is stubborn. You too you have taken after him. Boudaha will not bend and so Stanley. Who has bewitched the two of you? Who have I offended?” She begins to cry profusely.

    “Mother, stop crying.”

    “I am dying because of the two of you. I know your father is unbending, if you finally get married my world will become hollow and empty. My marriage and world is tattered just because of this. Stanley, take care of your younger ones; I will find rest dying than live constantly traumatized.” She convulses. He thinks she’s playing a prank until it dawns on him. He calls fast for the doctor’s attention.

    Few days later at the other world of Susan the dad calls upon her: “Susan, Susan, Susan.”

    “Dad, here I am.”

    “Sit beside me my daughter.” She sits close as her father draws her closer. “I know I have a very wise daughter, so you would understand. I want you to thank Jesus for his extended hands of deliverance. Praise the Lord.”

    “Hallelujah,” she responds even though she is lost as to why. She scratches her head and looks vacantly through the window on her right side.

    “If you remember what I said the last time.”

    “What Papa?”

    “I told you about the ego of the rich when it comes to marriage and of why they are undependable. When you are married to them you cannot sleep or be rested. The demon of money has a way of troubling them.”

    “Stanley is different Papa,” she speaks proudly and confidently.

    “They are all the same my daughter.”

    “What are you driving at papa?” she is beginning to feel disturbed.

    “Relax; I want you to see why you need to be grateful. Do you remember the richest pastor, Pastor Michael Grappling whose son married the rich daughter of the gold merchant from Darmultha? The whole world heard of their union. In their wedding, gold was used to dish food and every notable media gave it coverage. Despite the fanfares and attractions to their wedding it lasted for less than three months. Apart from these two people, we have hundreds of such people in my short time here on earth that because of money has destroyed their marriages. If everyone could manage their ego, they would possibly be married for a lifetime.

    Most rich people out there forgot that marriage grants better rewards than money. Money itself isn’t the problem but the tripping of their ego which is over-bloated by money. I would rather have my daughter marry an average man of means with a happy life, than get entangled with the rich and have her life disturbed in earthly hell of regret.

    “Susan!”

    “Dad?”

    “I don’t think your relationship with Stanley can work. It is not about Stanley, the forces around him will overwhelm him even if he decides to go ahead with you. He calls me today crying on the phone. He said his mom’s life is at stake if he has to proceed.

    “My dear,” he held her closely again, “I love you and I want the best for you. Let Stanley go, he is a good boy on his own merit but I want you to know that true marriage consist of many people. Do you remember how his dad was looking the time they came for the introduction to ask for your hands in marriage? You cannot marry Stanley in isolation of his family and the wishes of the best people in his life. Do you understand me?”

    “It cannot be dad? Stanley loves me. We talk not quite long today? Let me call him,” she calls but Stanley could not say a word as he cries at the other end. “Tell me it is not true.” No word comes through.

    “My daughter let the rich marry the rich. The precious thing is the buoyancy of the soul which you already have. This is more precious than the best treasure of the earth. You will find love. I know you will my daughter.”

    Right where Susan sits, Stanley’s mom sent her text message showing her love and empathy. “It is beyond Stanley and me my daughter. Please find the heart to forgive. I will continue to love you.”

    Susan comes blank while sitting with her dad with her two hands placed on her head with hot tears copiously flowing down her cheeks. She is there the next thirty minutes or thereabout weeping unabated. Then she stands to her feet gently and cries into her room. She feels her world is crumbling.

    She is in this state of utter pains for days and months. It becomes a wound she finds difficult to heal. Notwithstanding, as a graduate she picks her things to another city and finds herself a job, there she meets Bolu who is also a fresh graduate working as a civil servant with the federal government. He is not a rich guy like Stanley, but marrying him assures her a fairly comfortable life. She didn’t take the time to pray or consider her choice well.

    She banks on his good look and behaviours; unknown to her that Bolu is only acting his script to lure her into a relationship.

    She thinks marrying is the safe way to escape emotional turmoil. She doesn’t know that whatever you have in your baggage travels with you into your marriage; and it gets to multiply.

    Bolu becomes the thorn in Susan’s life.

     

     

    Watch out for Part 8 as Bolu unmasked. Also, find out what happens to Brenda, Stanley’s mom? 

     

  • SUSAN 6

    THE CLOG

    Stanley’s result comes out with beautiful grade. As the son of Boudaha he is surely not one of the candidates on the job seekers’ list. If he wants ten jobs he could get them at the press of a button. He is beyond a job. Life is not even. As soon as he leaves school he begins to supervise some of his dad’s business portfolios and in the course of doing that he begins to build his own empire.

     

    With the help of some of his dad’s consultants, he was able to bid for his first contract from one of the big government agencies and it scaled through easily. Their society isn’t about building a pedigree of experience but of who you know. Although young, he is one of the few politician’s children or cronies that has the fear of God.

     

    He believes in quality output, so this gives him reputation for excellence. The very corrupt politicians do their best to avoid him because he isn’t into the shady practices of neglecting a contract midway. The unfinished projects that litter the towns and cities are as a result of shared money that are originally earmarked for executing and completing many of these projects.

     

    Stanley grows his own millions in currency without hassle. He is the son of a top politician.

     

    Meanwhile he continues to send money into Susan’s account on regular bases while she is in school. Now that he is out of school, the chunk of cash grows into a large proportion Susan becomes skeptical and uncomfortable. She begins to sense Stanley as the man behind the silly story of an angel dropping money into her account.

     

    In the same light, he often goes visit his fiancée in the school very often and to check on the other brethren in fellowship. During these times, he makes some gifts to the school fellowship.

     

    On one of such visits, while on a walk with Susan, she stops unexpectedly and faces him: “tell me the truth, who is the regular depositor into my account?”

     

    “An angel of course.” Stanley begins to laugh. “Anytime an anonymous drops a gift we have to view such as an angel on assignment. What do you think?”

     

    “Stanley, leave that story for the gods. Be truthful this once.”

     

    “I have been doing that to my pet sister – I cannot watch you struggle over finances for once when I have surplus. I love you and I don’t want your self esteem to get hurt by giving you supports without you asking for it.”

     

    Susan is seen silent for a while, and then she mutters out slowly but with utmost appreciation: “Thank you Stanley, you have eased the burden off the shoulders of my parents. I now have more than enough and to spare. Thank you dear.”

     

    “I will do everything to see you happy.” They continue on their leisurely walk as they meander here and there to no specific end in mind. “Susan, do you know you too will be graduating in few months’ time?”

     

    “You have a job for me?” She said teasing him.

     

    “Not that. My mom told me she would be glad to know you. Would you oblige please?”

     

    “So fast husband material,” she teases him again. This is how we roll in my place: You will be the first to come over to know my parents. Then I will reciprocate the gestures.”

     

    “Why, dear Susan?”

     

    “It is a general belief that a new generation follows the laid down patterns of the older ones if they would overcome many pitfalls. A woman don’t woo the man, it is the man who woos the woman although women could subtly play their roles here and there. In the same light, the process of getting the parents involved must start with the man. Ladies are trained never to act desperate brother.”

     

    “How come my pet little sister knows so much,” Stanley laughed out.

     

    “Those are lessons we were taught in our sister’s forum and by mom at home.”

     

    “I feel some of those teachings could be archaic and irrelevant for the modern relationship.”

     

    “You thought so, but the evidence out there validates the position we the virtuous sisters are holding. You remember the trending story of Onye last year, Egba early this year and numerous girls who were pregnant out of wedlock while we were growing up? They are often the ladies who believe they could change the system and traditions of our people.

     

    Onye was in love with Kelebe. She trusted in the relationship, from school she travels to meet Kelebe in his village with nobody privy to her movement. Unknown to her Kelebe has arranged with some human organ harvesters. She was killed and butchered. But nemesis caught up with Kelebe and his gangs, but Onye has been sacrificed on the altar of secret love. True love should never be played under cover.

     

    How about Egba? Egba was an innocent girl who was invited by Desmond her lover through the internet medium. The scary part of the story is that they have never met before; I cannot imagine going to meet a man I have never set eyes on. Desmond ganged raped Egba. She was found dead out of exhaustion in the hotel room.

     

    “Do you now take me for one of the bad guys in town?”

     

    “No, you are an angel my dear. Yet the proof that you are not like those guys is that you will do things differently without cutting corner or having any aspect in secrecy nor changing the pattern.”

     

    “Ok Lady Protocol, I will come over to your place.”

     

    “That is my impeccable fiancé talking,” she nudges him.

     

    Two months later Stanley visits Susan and her parents in her village. Stanley is well received as a son. Instantly, Susan’s home becomes home for Stanley.

     

    Stanley accepts everything about Susan in spite of the wide disparity in their family status. His is what we could term as “Love is blind”. His love for her makes him to see nothing but the perfection of his fiancée in all ramifications. His is an angel from a humble background. If Jesus was born in a manger, Lord over all estates of life yet came through a demeaning background, Stanley believes Susan as an angel is masked and requires a discerning heart to see through. He has seen the hidden pearl; he is not ready to lose it. The thought of her has been his elixir to living.

     

    “Son.”

     

    “Sir.”

     

    “I am afraid this relationship may not work.”

     

    “Please dad.” Susan comes into the talk.

     

    “It is not me,” Susan’s dad continues, “It is about Stanley, his family and friends. It is about your exposure and class. Here we are of the humble background. He who is down fear no fall; but here is my fear though unconfirmed: Won’t you drop my daughter to crash when you finally realize we don’t belong?”

     

    “Ah, why would I contemplate that?”

     

    “Susan, you are a girl. It is not a cheap thing for the poor class to get married and sustain a good relationship with the rich except you are able to bring in an outstanding value to make a difference. I am not saying it is not possible, but the empty prides of the rich often give them such an obnoxious thought.”

     

    “Dad,” Stanley sighs and straightens himself, “I have made a personal resolution, I know what I want in life.”

     

    “How about your dad, mom and the expectations of close allies?”

     

    Stanley is silent for a couple of seconds before replying: “I come from a family where each other’s choices are respected sir. More so, our family is educated.”

     

    “Stanley, you as a person happens to be different and lovely kind; my daughter told me how you have been an angel in her life. But for others, education doesn’t erase ego and class.”

     

    Stanley does all he can to convince Susan’s dad.

     

    Sometime later, in keeping to their agreement, it is Susan’s turn to visit Stanley. Stanley’s family accepted her as soon as they set eyes on her. She becomes a darling especially to his mom.

     

    “Stanley, where did you get us this angel?” His mom asks teasing her son.

     

    “Mom, leave that one.”

     

    “I thought my son will turn to a life of celibacy until he met you. This is the Susan? Come and sit on my lap my daughter.”

     

    From that moment, Susan and Stanley’s mom becomes inseparable friend of mother and daughter type. Stanley’s mom tells Susan everything as Stanley sings her praises from the first day he sets eyes on her. This causes Susan to know that he has always been in love with her from the very first day they met at the school fellowship. She also comes to know that Stanley being afraid to lose her was scared to ask her for an intimate relationship so he was contented to keep her as a pet sister.

     

    Susan too is out of school so it is not out of place to come and ask her hands in marriage. The arrangement is concluded and the date is set for a Saturday in the month of September so that if everything works as planned the wedding will be slated for December, the eve of Christmas.

     

    Boudaha leads the entourage along with some family members, both immediate and extended families from both Boudaha and the wife’s. This will be a formal introduction and opportunity to ask for Susan into the Boudaha’s family.

     

    Susan and the parents wake early and get the home prepared. Susan knows there is little she could do with the sparsely filled sitting room; she cannot upgrade it to look like the palatial outlook of the Boudaha’s family. They have few chairs so they have to borrow from the neighbours to take care of the emergency. They have done their best along with the preparation of delicacies for the august visitors.

     

    They arrive early.

     

    “This is the house dad,” Stanley tells his dad. Their car and two other vehicles in their entourage stop and they step out. Boudaha is lost in thought and fails to see Susan’s dad who comes forward to bid them welcome. “Dad, Susan’s dad is greeting you.”

     

    He suddenly comes back to himself and he makes a beautiful show and honour. Everybody is happy about the plan and nobody shows any displeasure. The marriage date is agreed upon. Susan and Stanley are the happiest people in the world on this day.

     

    After the meeting the Boudahas feast on the fine meal served and afterward bid the family of Susan a bye.

     

    Back at home Boudaha and the wife are having some frictions that last for days at the peak of it all Stanley’s dad calls him to his presence with the wife sitting.

     

    “Stanley, you cannot marry Susan.”

     

    Stanley finds it hard to comprehend the statement until the father repeats himself the second time. “Why can’t I marry her?”

     

    “She doesn’t belong to our class, and everything I am doing is for your good. Trust your dad.”

     

    “Mother, what do you have to say to this?” Stanley is close to tears.

     

    “Nothing.” She stands to her feet; walk out with tears on her face. “Boudaha, remember that we too began life as poor.”

     

    “Time has changed.” He replied with a stony conscience.

     

    “Dad, I am going ahead with my choice.”

     

    “Don’t destroy my reputation.”

     

    “How about my life?” Stanley looks up into an empty sky, his father gives no reply.

     

    “Our lives,” his father said slowly.

     

  • SUSAN 5

    PART 5: THE UNFINISHED PROJECT

    Stanley begins to distance himself from Susan. Susan finds it not very comfortable and as a good sister she decides to find out what could be going wrong. She wouldn’t want to live on assumption.

    “Brother Stanley, what have I done wrong? I realize you are cold towards me these days.”

    “Nothing Susan, I am only trying to sort out some things which are personal; very personal issues.”

    Susan knows this is unassailable brick wall, so she rests her case for the day. She is at the same time not happy knowing that Stanley will be leaving campus in some few days time. She is beginning to be depressed without knowing why.

    A couple of days later she calls two of her friends and together they get on to talk with Stanley. He remains impenetrable. Stanley to Susan seems to be like a pigeon that has found grains elsewhere. She couldn’t agree with what she is imagining in her mind. Is Stanley in love with somebody she doesn’t know of?

    Susan gets back to her hostel, locks her door and begins to cry. She cannot imagine losing touch with Stanley. For the first time she realizes that she didn’t just like Stanley but she is in love all along. She takes him for a friend and confidant and her protective big brother but as she gets more mature she finds herself so attached to Stanley that she cannot go two days not seeing him.

    She wonders how she would be able to handle it for days, weeks and months without having him around; Stanley has written his last exam in school to qualify him as an engineer; he will be away any moment from now. Having one thing or the other to do with Stanley has become her habit; no matter how flimsy it may be.

    “Stanley, I just made my hair.”

    “See my bruised hand?”

    “What would you say about my dress?”

    Stanley too is ever ready to listen to her. He takes her as his pet sister. Susan has grown to become his delightful pet. But his pet has grown more attractive by the day. As a godly friend he keeps reminding himself that she is a little sister under his cover. He thought he is abusing his position as a trusted hand; for this reason he gags the free rein of his affection for his adorable pet for so long.

    As his departure day draws near, he trusts that by avoiding Susan, she will be gone from his heart and world forever. Since he was born he had never had a female acquaintance that makes so much impression like Susan. By the day she grows larger, impressive and vivacious; he finds her irresistible.

    He utterly gasps one of those days knowing that he is no longer in control of how he feels toward Susan. The more he wants to cut her out of his mind the more he is feeling strangulated by his oppressive self-will. It is as if his heart is being remotely controlled by forces out of this world.

    Is this what love is?

    On the last day in school he is seen packing his clothes into a bag. He has packed every other belongings together the previous night.

    He is lost in thought and seems gloomy. One of the family drivers Mr Adenrele is seen assisting him to move his things. The last thing is his bag. They get it into the car and they enter, the car starts off and as they get to the school’s main exit gate Stanley shouted.

    “Please stop sir.”

    The driver is seen to be afraid: “What is it Stanley?”

    “I have an unfinished project in school.”

    The driver turns the vehicle back to the school environment and he directs him towards Susan’s hostel. He jumps out of the car and runs toward her room. He knocks frantically; her roommate comes to the door.

    “Susan is not in.”

    He pushes her aside and enters to see her. She isn’t in truly.

    “Please where is she?”

    The lady feels the desperation in him: “She didn’t tell me.”

    He stands for a while and tries her phone number. It is switched off. He rushes out, by instinct he asks the driver to take him somewhere. The dutiful family driver has to obey him. He walks out of the car towards a serene rocky space in a far corner of the school. It is a quiet but not lonely a place. Susan loves to be there for prayer and personal reflection. Sometimes she brings her school books along to read there.

    Susan on this occasion is oblivious of her environment. She sits with her back to a tree and bowed her head in deep thought. She suddenly wakes up to reality when she hears Stanley’s voice.

    “Susan!”

    Susan couldn’t say a word as she is languorous and having fretted her soul for some days she is tired of everything. All she could do is look up to him with tearful eyes.

    “What is it Susan? Your eyes are deep red, tell me what.” Susan has been weeping for days knowing that her jewel is about getting out of touch. Who is going to fill the vacuum has been her question.

    Tears pour out copiously down her face and she couldn’t say a word for a while in spite of his many questions. Then he knows he has to be quiet for a while. He sits beside her, silent.

    “I thought you have gone? I thought I hurt you and you have to leave me without saying goodbye. I thought somebody has maligned my character or that somebody lied about me to you. I thought you have found a new friend; and even at that I thought I deserved to know, as your true friend.”

    “None of those reasons Susan.”

    “Then what?”

    Stanley begins to sweat and is silent for the meantime.

    “Tell me or leave me Brother Stanley. I have begun to adjust; I cannot keep the hurt anymore.” Susan rises to her feet and he follows quickly and he holds her back.

    “You are my pet sister. I wouldn’t know how you would feel that your trusted brother is in love with you?”

    “I use to be your pet sister three years ago, I am a big girl now; and you know this.” She smiles for the first time.

    “Susan, I love you.”

    “I didn’t hear you. What did you just say?”

    “Susan, please I love you. I cannot go without letting you know this. I also don’t think I can live without you anymore.”

    “But you left me these past few weeks? What is wrong? Is there something I don’t know? Did you try your luck elsewhere and it fails and you are coming to me as your last option?”

    “It is not what you think Susan.”

    “Ok, let me know why I have to suffer rejections these days before you finally surfaced to declare love for me?”

    “I wanted to run away from loving my pet. I didn’t know I was foolishly running away from my shadow. I didn’t want to hurt you or take advantage of you and the same time I have to question my love for you. I never plan to fall in love for you; but I have liked you from the first day we met here on campus.

    “I was only being the good brother before it dawned on me that I am in love. It is struggle of love. Then love conquered me.”

    Susan looks into his face and draws him closer, and she presses him tightly as if it should last forever. She sighs and giggles.

    “This must be a dream; ah this must be a dream. Lord, tell me it is a reality.” Susan could not pretend her reaction.

    “It is not a dream. This is our reality.”

    “If it is not a dream, please don’t go today stay till tomorrow please. I have missed you.”

    “I will Susan.” Stanley dialed his dad immediately. “Dad, I have an unfinished project, I will be around next tomorrow. The driver will bring my things.”

    “Ok my son.” His dad responds from the other end.

    “I love you so much Stanley. I love you.” She stammers as she holds him closely one more time and smells him copiously.

    She releases him and they walk to the driver who has been waiting for close to an hour.

    “Sir, sorry for the delay.”

    “Oh, no, no, it is my job to take care of you.”

    “Meet Susan, Susan meet Mr Adenrele.”

    “Oh, Stanley; this is the unfinished project.” He smiles to Stanley and he winks back while smiling also.

    “Susan, don’t mind Mr Adenrele.”

    Susan curtsies with respect. She is very shy. She is a girl falling in love for the first time.

    “I will be coming back home next tomorrow.”

    “How about your mom and dad?”

    “I have called dad. He will inform mom.”

    Mr Adenrele drives them back to the campus and he zooms off leaving the two lovebirds.

    The next two days is rapturous and filled with indescribable affection that pulsates at a crescendo. They talk about the future and have nice time together. The tickling time stands still for the two of them.

    The next tomorrow comes, Stanley and Susan holds one another’s hand as they walk to the bus stop. This is relationship taken to the next level.

    He enters the taxi which would take him downtown to the transport pack where he plans to board a bus or car back home.

    “I will miss you,” Susan waves smiling enthusiastically.

    “I will come around soon, my dear,” Stanley replies.

    They keep waving at each other as the taxi goes out of sight.