Story: GODMOTHER-EPISODE 2

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Godmother-Episode 2



‘Maybe you were too anxious,’ Rita said. ‘Next time try to
relax and take your time. Also, learn not to rush at
having sex.’

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

The way she reacted was not ordinary or natural. She was d--n too cool! It was as if she knew all along that this would happen. She had allowed him to expend energy on
being prepared for ‘it’ and she had watched the anti-
c----x in bemused amazement. Gosh!

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

He wanted to stop her. He wanted to remind her that he was yet to offer her drinks. Above all, he wanted to tell her maybe he should try to get aroused again.

But he could not do any of these.

Still bewildered, and still holding his d--k, he watched as Rita stepped out of his bedroom.

She smiled to herself as
she stepped out of his flat.

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

She had to get another man.
Tope was writing his news story on the rising incidence of child prostitute. Working as undercover journalist, he had
been able break into a syndicate that operated child prostitution. It was disheartening that school girls aged between thirteen and sixteen now engaged in prostitution.

He had finished writing his findings. Together with the audio and video evidence, he sent the reports, via e-mail to his editor.
He also decided to post some of his findings on his Facebook page, admonishing parents to be more vigilant in monitoring their children,
especially those that were female. It was when he was still on-line that a friend request came in. a Miss Rita Tosan wanted to be his friend.

Tope accepted the friendship request.

While he was still surfing the internet, a message came from Rita, his latest friend. The message read: I can see that you just posted some findings on child prostitution.

Great work. Keep it up.

Tope replied: Thank you. I believe more concern and vigilance can correct some of our anomalies and make our
society a better place.

Rita replied, ‘I agree. We all need to work together to make our society a better place.’

Tope was impressed with his new friend. ‘I am a journalist and a blogger,’ he wrote. ‘Can I meet you?’

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

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

He sounded okay and she really wished he was. The guy sent her his number and asked
for hers. Ordinarily, a lady would be or should be
cautious. He might be posing to be whom or what he was not.

So many criminal-minded people hid under the
social media to present false image and to perpetuate their obnoxious acts. But then, Rita was not just an ordinary lady.

Tope was writing his news story on the rising incidence of child prostitute. Working as undercover journalist, he had
been able break into a syndicate that operated child prostitution. It was disheartening that school girls aged between thirteen and sixteen now engaged in prostitution.

He had finished writing his findings. Together with the audio and video evidence, he sent the reports, via e-mail to his editor.

He also decided to post some of his findings on his Facebook page, admonishing parents to be more vigilant in monitoring their children, especially those that were
female. It was when he was still on-line that a friend request came in. a Miss Rita Tosan wanted to be his friend.

Tope accepted the friendship request.

While he was still surfing the internet, a message came from Rita, his latest friend. The message read: I can see that you just posted some findings on child prostitution.

Great work. Keep it up.

Tope replied: Thank you. I believe more concern and vigilance can correct some of our anomalies and make our society a better place.

Rita replied, ‘I agree. We all need to work together to make our society a better place.’

Tope was impressed with his new friend. ‘I am a journalist and a blogger,’ he wrote. ‘Can I meet you?’

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

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

He sounded okay and she really wished he was. The guy sent her his number and asked
for hers. Ordinarily, a lady would be or should be
cautious. He might be posing to be whom or what he was not.

So many criminal-minded people
hid under the social media to present false image and to perpetuate their obnoxious acts. But then, Rita was not
just an ordinary lady.

She sent her number to him too, and within minutes, he called her.
‘Hello, please, can I be on to Rita?’ he asked.

‘Speaking. Who’s on the line?’
‘This is Tope, your Facebook friend.’

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

‘Fine. I’m happy to meet you. I’m based in Lagos. What about you?’
‘I’m here in Lagos too,’ she said.
‘Good. We’ll be getting to know each other more later.

Have a nice day.’

‘And you too.’

He cut the line. Rita smiled to herself. This was the man she was waiting for. When her break was over, Rita went
offline and put her phone in
her handbag. Her white uniform suited her well. She liked her nursing profession and she liked the looks of
admiration she got from men; and that
of envy she got from women.

At the private hospital where she worked, she made sure
she did her work to the best of her ability. One thing she
had to constantly ward off
were advances from men. They never seemed to get tired of making overtures; but she never got tired of snubbing them too.
One of the doctors, Sam, had been pestering her for an affair.

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

This afternoon, when Rita came to give him a case note in his consulting room, he urged her to sit down for a moment.

‘Rita, why’re you proving so difficult?’ Dr. Sam Tuoyo
said. ‘Why can’t you just give me a little chance to prove
my love to you?’

Rita smiled but shook her head.
‘That’s what you’ve been doing. That’s not fair.’

Sam stood from his seat and sat on the table, close to her
legs. He looked at those legs and could not but admire
them. His right hand went to
her left lap. Instinctively, Rita winced and drew her leg

away.


To be continued