Story: GODMOTHER-Episode 13

‘I’ve got a present for you,’ he said.
She laughed shortly over the line. ‘What could that be?’

‘I’ve got a car for you. A Lexus jeep. Should I drive it straight to your house or your office? Can you drive?’

She laughed shortly again. ‘Wait for me in your house. As soon as I close, I’ll be coming to your place.’

‘Alright, see you.’

True to her words, she was in his residence by five-thirty p.m. Hardly had she settled down when he handed the keys
over to her.

‘For my most adorable Iye. You deserve much more than
this, but please have this for now.’
She gave him a hug. ‘I really appreciate what you have
done, but you know what? I want you to be riding it on my
behalf for now.’

He looked completely taken aback. ‘You mean you don’t like it? I can get you another brand or model, if you don’t like
this.’

She smiled. ‘No, my dear Tope. I didn’t say I don’t like it.

It’s just that I want you to be using it on my behalf for
now.’

He still looked confused.

‘You know what? What will really please me for now are wears. Buy clothes, dresses and even undies.

I will appreciate them for now.’

He relaxed a bit. ‘Good. Let’s go to Ikeja right away to buy
them.’

She consented and they left the house. He urged her to pick
as many items as possible, but she was moderate in what
she picked.

The following day was a Saturday, and Rita came around as she had promised. 
‘My baby,’ Tope welcomed her, kissing her passionately.

‘How’s the weekend?’ Rita asked.
‘Dull, but now that you’re around, it’s going to be a bright,
lovely day.’
He carried her to the bed-room.
‘You couldn’t even wait for some minutes,’ she pointed out.
‘I’ve been waiting for you all this while,’ he replied.
He kissed her again and she responded appropriately. From
her lips, his mouth moved slowly down to her boobs. The
white push-up bra was
removed to reveal jaunty pair of b—–s. Tope fondled,
caressed and kissed them. She was a responsive lover.
While he was doing all these,
her hands moved to his boxer to bring out the attentive
p—k and to rub the tip of the phallic organ.
There was no need for any lubricant, as her p—y was wet
enough to receive the august visitor. By the time he
entered her, the two of them
were more than ready. Even as he did the rhythmic
movement, his mouth alternated between kissing her
mouth and the n—–s. By the time
he was spent, he felt completely satisfied.

There was no need for any lubricant, as her p—y was wet enough to receive the august visitor. By the time he entered her, the two of them were more than ready. Even as
he did the rhythmic movement, his mouth alternated between kissing her mouth and the n—–s. By the time he
was spent, he felt completely satisfied.
Rita was with him till the following Sunday morning. By four
o’clock in the afternoon, Tope packed some clothes that could last him for a week inside his newly purchased
traveling bag. Of course, all the clothes he would be traveling with were all brand new. He soon left for the
airport to take the 5.00 p.m. flight. On arrival in the capital
city, he took a cab to the city and lodged in a modest hotel.

By seven in the morning, he was at the expansive Aso rock
villa. He went through several security checks which
occurred in different phases.
Finally, he was at the office of the First Lady and was taken
to Azzez’s office. He was told to sit and that somebody
would soon attend to him. In
all his years as a journalist, he had never been to Abuja, not
to talk of the Presidency. He had always operated within
Lagos and Western
Nigerian axis. Coming to the seat of power was therefore a
thrilling experience.
A woman soon came to meet him. ‘Please, follow me, Mr.
Tope Davies,’ the middle aged woman said. He stood up in
his new shoes, tie and suit
and followed the woman. He was led to an office where
another secretary sat behind a desk.

‘This is Mr. Davies,’ the woman he had followed introduced.

He nodded at the other woman.

‘Please, sit down.’ Once again, he found himself sitting and
waiting. After about ten minutes, the secretary received a
call from the intercom and
asked him to go inside the inner office. This, he did
promptly.

The office he entered was a very big one, like that
belonging to Chief Executive Officer, CEO. A woman was
sitting behind the desk, a busty
woman that should be in her forties. She was smartly
dressed in skirt suit and she looked every inch like a
serious and no-nonsense woman.
‘Good morning, madam,’ he greeted.
‘Good morning, Mr. Tope Davies. Have your seat, please.’
‘Thank you, madam.’ He sat down gingerly and looked
about the office. It was very large and comfortable. There
were two official pictures
hanging on the wall – the picture of the President, His
Excellency, Abdul Hassan, and the picture of the First Lady,
Hajia Bisi Hassan.
‘I’m Ms. Zaynab Terver,’ the woman said. ‘I’m the Program
Coordinator and you’ll be working directly with me as the
Program Officer. There are
other staffers I will soon introduce you to. Can I see your
c.v?’

‘Yes, ma’am.’ He opened his folder and brought out his c.v
along with photocopies of his credentials.
She took them from him and went through the documents
thoroughly. Finally, she looked up from the documents.
‘You’re lucky that the First lady got to know you through
your expose on child prostitution which is an area she is
concerned with. We have tons
of applicants for this job, but you’re the choice.
Congratulations.’
‘Thank you very much.’