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Wednesday, 7 February 2018


Gori was sitted in his father's room, his father walked in abruptly.
"Gori, bawo ni? I want to be sure your mother went out before I come in. Sheybi you know your mother and her wahala." He sat on a stool placed at a corner of the room. Gori smiled, he knew how smart and cunning his father could be.
" you know our family land that is in ona oko, I've finally inherited it after much fight. I'm my Father's son too. It was because my mother was never married to our father o. either marriage or not, I'm still his son, they share everything among themselves even when they know I was our father's favourite. I fought for what is mine and I'm happy I got it. I showed them all especially Look who called me a bastard, It is not easy being a powerful man..."he hit his chest boastfully.
"Baba, what do you want me to do now?" Gori cut in to save further stories.
"Gori, I want to build a house on that land, I want a mansion bigger than baba solo's house o."
"Have you done the estimation?" Gori asked
"Yes,you know Luckyman now, lickymsn the great contractor." Gori nodded in affirmation eben though he did not knew Luckyman. "He gave me lots of plan but the small one I settled for will cost thirteen million in three weeks." Baba Foluso explained, he looked into Gori's face longing for response.
"That is pretty much o. Thirteen million!"
"Gori, you know my family well now, I don't want to be subjected to ridicule among them. Jo o omo mi."
"Daddy, I am a student now. I don't work o."
"Gori, arugbo sho ge ri. I was once like you. I understand the kind business you children of nowadays are doing. I was aware of how you and Solo used Amara too o. Gori, I beg of you, do this for us your family." He pleaded convincingly.
"What will you tell Mummy? Where will you tell her you see money?" Gori was impatient, how did he knew he used Amara.
"Don't worry about her. I will handle her. She's my wife." He smiled sheepishly. "Gori see, I've suffered for you and your mother. It is the right time I started reaping the fruit of my labour o." Gori chuckled, he never knew if his father was saying the truth or not.
"Are you still operating your bank account?"
"Why not?"
"I will send the money to you tomorrow."
"All of it?"
"Yes but I will supervise the work myself. I don't want any delay. Three weeks should be three weeks o." Gori warned. His father was happy.
Mrs Badmus walked down the staircase, her husband who had summoned her was sitting beside Olori ebi, a fair strange woman was sitted with a little boy in another seat. She greeted the guest and went to sit beside her husband. (That was her favourite position) a family portrait hung directly opposite her caught her gaze. It was during Kayode's sendoff party after the completion of her secondary school leaving examination.
"... My wife, I've been talking to you since." Olori ebi said as Akin tapped his wife.
"Sorry... Sorry Olori ebi." She composed herself.
"Iyawo mi, I understand you. I caught you staring at your late daughter's picture. It is not easy, she was your only child." He said while Mrs. Badmus fought back tears whelmed at the corners of her eyes.
"You see, there is reason for everything. See my wife, even though Kayode is dead, God have given us another Kayode. You see, this your useless and good for nothing husband, he had never done anything right."
"What has he done again?" Mrs. Badmus asked looking at the young woman sitted across the room,she knew where everything was heading to.
"I was in my house yesterday when he came with this lady." He pointed at the young lady, mrs. Badmus eyes travelled alongside his hand till they fell on the young chap, he was the replica of her randy husband Akin.
"Baba, don't bother yourself, I know he brought a newwife already. After all, I am now a barren. Young lady." She stood up. "Enjoy your stay here o." She said and left. She reminisced on how Kayode would advice her to keep standing her fathers behavior all because of her but not she had gone, she had no reasons of staying in such marriage..

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