Amelia walked out of the bathroom clad in her towel, George
propped his hand under his chin and watched her closely. It was a Saturday
morning and while he had to endure the fact that his wife had spent the night
in the guest room, she woke him up this morning by noisily using their bedroom’s
bathroom-shower and singing at the top of her voice and after that emerging
from the bathroom wearing only a skimpy towel and flip flops.
That, was enough
to make a starved man run stark mad! He watched as she sat at her dressing
table and brought out her make-up kit. If there was anything that could keep
his wife glued to a spot, it was make-up, she applied it as though she was
practicing a sort of ritual, he watched as she deliberately let the towel which
was secured above her breasts slide down to reveal a good glimpse of her boobs and
at that point, he had had it! He stood from the bed and walked towards her,
smiling and holding out his hands to her.
I promised you that I will get you all you want.”
him icily through the mirror which stood before her.
wealth.” Amelia said as she applied foundation on her face. “Amelia means
fertile, Batshua share the same meaning with Adaku.”
covered up in wealth, she is bathed in riches and crowned in treasures. It was
on the day that I was born that my father hit his first million and since then,
he has grown to becoming one of the richest men in Nigeria. I married you because
aside from the fact that I love you and that most of my friends were getting
engaged, I felt that you could provide for me, that you could let me become the
queen of riches in your home, that title which I held with honour in my
father’s house while he lavished his money on me.”
ready to die a poor man, please die alone because Adaku Amelia-Batshua is not
ready to leave the riches that she’s had all her life to settle for a miserable
love…I don’t get you…who are you Amelia? This side of you is surprising.”
her make-up leaving her husband to stare at her in confusion.
door. Grumbling, she got down from the bed, threw on her silk robe and stepped
out of her room. She looked at the time, it was ten am and thankfully a
Saturday. Last night, she had had a total of four customers and while her bag
protruded with money, her jaws and body parts ached as though someone had taken
a cane and flogged her senseless.
exercising her jaws by opening and closing her mouth slowly.
replied while fumbling with the keys to open the door.
block of five bungalow apartments in a compound. Her neighbours consists of two
single ladies, one retired woman who everyone referred to as granny and a
family which consists of a woman and her two kids, her husband was in one of
the foreign countries. She opened the door and stopped in her tracks, the man
who stood right before her towered at about six-feet, his abs were hot-she
could tell because he was wearing a sleeveless top-and from the sweat
glistening on his body, he had just exercised.
the Adonis that blocked the entrance to her house.
to schedule a meeting with all tenants of the estate by tomorrow afternoon
hopefully. I have knocked at all the bungalows in this compound and everyone
has something planned for tomorrow, I need a representative at the meeting
around, we have lives and besides who died and made you king?” Grace asked
getting back her formerly lost composure and staring at the intruder with
Isaac Mobola-Jacobs and this is the Mobola-Jacobs estate which means that my
family owns more than half the buildings in this estate, yours included.”
which I have in mind for this property.”
the owner of the nest she called home. She had gotten and paid for her
apartment through an agent.
everyone, I am creating a database and I need your full names, occupations and
place of work as well as work address and details.”
it that she had no more answers to his questions, the ‘hot’ Isaac Mobola-Jacobs
jogged his way out of her compound. Grace was so helpless, how would she go
about the job part? No one knew of her night-trade, it was a secret she vowed
to keep till her dying day.
obvious that he hated the food.
money asked by the doctor, none of her siblings had helped her with the money,
instead, her mother had sent her part of the sum promising to give her the
remaining part before the day is over. Demilade vowed never to ask her siblings
for money again, she was going to get her self-worth back and this time she
meant it. She had seen the sign post outside one of the hotels on the hospital
street looking for a cleaner and she had made up her mind to apply. She just
needed Bobo to eat first before she leaves the hospital to the hotel.
of his food.
to her belly.
he was pretty smart for his age and he knew his mother so well.
heard it refreshes the body.” She said trying to make light of the situation.
full.” Bobo said giving her the food.
much as you do…ever and I don’t want that.” Bobo said.
took the food from her son’s hand and ate up the remaining. It was yam and
beans and the yam was already down to two slices, her stomach growled in hunger
as soon as the food touched the center. She finished the food quickly and stood
up to leave.
loudly, there was a stupid man right infront of her, who was arguing with the ticket
thugs to move it for you?” Amelia screamed as she honked down hard.
man, still hollering.
people waiting for you to park?” Amelia said jumping down from her car and
walking up to meet the man.
to her in a British-accent.
her to a man, and that was none other but his unique sense of style. From head
to toe, Amelia could tell that the man who had just barked at her was a
‘designer’ man. From his Louis Vuitton scarf to his Gucci glasses and Tom Ford
shoes, Amelia knew money when she saw it and to top it off, he was on the
latest scent in town, ‘Issay Miyake’.
already quite paralyzed with fear of the wealth which the man exuded.
this place and I am not supposed to pay a dime for parking. Check my name on
your file or something, it’s Andy Williams-Macaulay.”
slammed the door shut, then bringing out her phone, she quickly googled the
man’s name. That was when she froze, he was on the Forbes list of young
millionaires and there she was running her mouth like a tap. The man quickly
resolved his issues and got back into his car, a Bentley –she just noticed- and
zoomed into the parking lot, while her 2014 model Rav4 followed suit like an obedient
café at the mall for their usual chat before making her way to the salon. She
turned off the engine of her car and taking her Chanel bag and glasses from the
car she went into the mall. Didi and Zeke were at their usual spot gisting and laughing
when she came in.
their flight in the wee hours of the morning.”
they were Zeke, Didi and Morenike, she has known these girls from her primary
school in Ikoyi, while the rest were friends she’d picked up from high school,
university, youth service and different places around the world.
last night and…”
wasn’t part of it?” Amelia asked pained.
of passion with BAE.”
ooo…it’s marriage and it’s till you die!” Zeke warned.
the bar, she signaled to a waiter. “I need a drink, I’m so thirsty.”
from ear to ear.
when the man she had just met downstairs walked into the café. He headed
straight towards them and her heart missed a beat, she knew he was here to
finish up the quarrel he had started at the car park.
am for the bad manners and all?”
shouldn’t have err…said anything to you and…”
like to give you a call sometime and once again, I am truly sorry. My name is
Andy, by the way.” Andy said.
Amelia said and blurted out her number.
and her details.
me. Have a lovely day ladies.” Andy said and walked away.
married.” Zeke said in a rush.
married right, your two weeks wedding anniversary is today.” Zeke warned.
at all. Yes, I married him but I just found out that marrying him doesn’t mean
he is husband material.”
staring at her lustfully.
cleanliness, it’s something imbibed into us by our mothers…”
everyone to leave while he conducts the interview with her. Demilade counted
herself lucky to have been given an ear immediately she came for the interview.
job. My son is in the hospital down the road and I have been hustling to make
ends meet.” Demilade said.
yours, you don’t need to hustle at all.”
hard to survive.” She said.
at your feet…” The manager said, rising from his chair and walking towards her.
Demilade said, feeling uneasy.
want it?” The hotel manager said, crouching and whispering into her ear.
categorically that I am here strictly for work and that’s all.” Demilade said,
getting up from her chair.
standing up and facing her.
suggest you hire prostitutes for the job and not decent young women looking for
sources of livelihood.” Demilade spat and walked away from him heading towards
turning back to stare at the hotel manager, she shouted angrily.
I as bid.”
Demilade said in a shaky voice.
right? Your family is a useless as dust…”
hotel manager walked to her in swift strides and she was no match for his
strength. He pushed her to the ground and pushing up her flared skirt and
unzipping his jeans, he raped her. Demilade cried and screamed, trying to fight
him off with all her might but she couldn’t, she wasn’t strong enough, he
slapped her hard and raped her till she fainted.