REDCUP conference

                                         

We are all planning for next year and i am glad to announce my series called the REDCUP conference .
We will be speaking at 5 universities and 5 other higher institutions of learning, teaching students how to start and run a small business while in school to help with their expenses.
There is a lot N100,000 can do if used properly . Its even more when 10 of us put N100,000 each together to get a N1,000,000. 

Our target next year is 3,000 students with N100,000 distributing goods and giving service. Thats N300,000,000 added to the economy . 

Looking forward to meeting you there as the dates gets announced .

Watch, enjoy and share.. Stay blessed 

Depression, Fight it part 2

Hello everyone, and great day to you when ever you get to see this video.
This is part 2 of the depression message i did a while back. I hope you find it inspiring and helps you over come. 
There are other videos on this blog and please share to others, you don't know who might need this.
Stay Blessed 

Beauty and the best is a Nigerian other room story (+18) Part 3

And the Story continues ..

Chief K loved Precious P, if you see love as an action word. He proved that many times with the gifts and attention, often telling himself if he gets the chance to have her to himself, he would never patronize the brothel again. As Chief K leaves the officers mess on his scooter and heads straight to the brothel; thoughts flying through his head as he races over speed bumps barely losing control of his motorbike; “how can I even think of this? Precious P is my heart beat and aside from that, her mother must not know. I need this contact of Major Z when Major S leaves for the north. I Must Deliver”.

Precious P was behind the brothel washing her school uniform when she heard footsteps coming from behind her. She turns only to find one of the girls walking towards her while she nonchalantly tells her “that guy is asking of you o, your lover boy” referring to Chief K. Precious P squeezes her uniform and place it by the bucket, shakes off the foam from her garment and walks to the common room where some girls where having a smoke.

Chief K reaches out to her with a bold face and immediately start the conversation; “have you seen the latest cinema in town? The movie about Shakespeare is out and I want us to see it tomorrow”. Precious P is surprised yet pleased as Chief K knows her love for literature, and he knows she has only been to the cinema twice in her life. She responds with some enthusiasm; “oh that will be great, yes I will go. Are you paying for me?” Chief K exclaims “haba, why would I ask you to come to the cinema if I won’t handle everything”. They agreed on the time to meet, 6:30pm at the jumbo cross motel as Chief K told her he had a meeting before the movie starts at 7pm. Precious P is looking forward to a memorable night the next day. She told herself she would never forget it and she never did.

6:30pm and she was standing at the reception of the Jumbo cross motel anxiously looking out for Chief K; then a voice calls her out from the staircase, “hey Precious , come here” Chief K moves into action as he beckons her to climb the stairways to the next floor heading towards a room. “What are we doing here?” Precious P asked as they stand opposite the door while Chief tries the keys. “We just have to wait for a friend and we are off to the cinema” he responds with subtle force.  They enter the room and she sits on the chair, Chief K speaks again “sit on the bed and be comfortable.” Precious P had always trusted young Chief K but something wasn’t right.

As the clock strikes 7pm, with military punctuality Major S steps into the room wearing a blue polo shirt and light brown trousers. You couldn’t tell he was an army officer apart from his stance which comes from attending military themed schools throughout his academic life.

Precious P had confusion on her face, at 16 she really didn’t know what to expect as the young Chief K also didn’t know where this would lead. Major S voices his motive “is this the girl? Are you sure she is a virgin? “. Precious P is in shock as Major S continues “give her a drink or something, she is not a baby” as if being 16 years was bad enough in this situation, Precious P’s outward appearance didn’t help matters. She had taken time to put on some make for the cinema and wear the push up bra she kept only for rare occasions, to match it all up she wore a mini shirt which she got as a gift from one of the girls at the brothel. She wasn’t a little school girl that night. She was like meat soaked in blood being dangled in the presence of a lion. Major S, the Lion.

Major S looked towards the young Chief K and with hands stretched out pointing towards the door indicating Chief K to vacate the room, he instructs “My friend, kindly excuse us”, not like there was any option for Chief K neither could he oppose. Chief K wished the earth opened up and took him or a whirlwind came and made everything go away. As he stepped out of the room towards the stairway back to the lobby, he could hear the voice of Precious P mumbling, calling his name as tears roll down her cheeks while the door made a squeaky sound as it slammed shut. Walking towards the lobby a young military officer walks towards Chief K with his right hand reaching out for a handshake, as Chief K, looking confused and responded by clinching hands with the officer in a firm handshake. “It’s nice meeting you Chief K, Major S said good things about you, I am Major Z, I believe we will be very good friends from now on”. Chief K is in limbo with a mix of emotions of betrayal and accomplishment which sends strong vibes towards his stomach making him have the need to visit the toilet. It gets worse for his conscience as Major Z taps him on the shoulder and walks up the stairs towards the room when he said “I need to join my friend with the party you have made happen for us, you are the main man”. He could hear door open as Major Z enters the room to join his comrade, he could also hear the voice of Precious P coated in tears and anguish.

It was 9am in the morning; a loud knock on the door wakes Chief K as he barely had any sleep since he got home from the jumbo Cross motel after waiting for an hour and no sign of the two majors coming out soon. He opens the door of his flat to find Precious P’s mother and three girls from the brothel acting hysterical with tears and she explodes “HAVE YOU SEEN PRECIOUS? Ewoo, my world o, my life o, please have you seen or heard from her?” Chief K realizes they have no idea she came to meet with him at the motel. She continues “dem talk say she go watch film, she never come back since yesterday o. She no dey waka bad waka oooo. Chei GOD o, helep me ooo” tears and cries kept flowing as she continues “I beg my broda, if you help me see her, I beg come tell me, abi make you help me go around this city with ya motorbike take search small I beg”. Chief K jumps into action running to dress up as the ladies waited in his living room. The irony was the sincere concern in his face which the ladies could tell, but what they didn’t know was that the reason for the confusion in his expressions was not of the same incline with theirs; it was of the fact he knew where she was last night and was wondering what must have happened to Precious P.

After moving round town for 5 hours checking everywhere except the Jumbo cross motel, Chief K made sure he lead the search party purposely discarding the opinion of one of the brothel maids to check there. “Precious no fit go that place, make we check railway and the two other cinemas and ask” was Chief K’s response when Jumbo Cross was mentioned.

In the evening Chief K and the search party escorted Precious P’s mother to the brothel. As they gathered to greet her good night and make promises of finding her daughter, she turns towards Chief K ; she started appreciating “GOD bless you my broda, may GOD lift you for helping me this far, I am so grateful for the effort” she gave Chief K a hug as she cried with tears all over his shirt while she kept calling her daughter’s name.

If Chief K had broken conscience the night before, it was nothing compared to this evening. He rushed on his motorbike and you can guess where he was headed; the Jumbo Cross motel. He runs through the reception and heads towards the stairs stumbling as he missed several steps while the receptionist beckoned on him to wait.  He goes to the room and finds no one; as he turns to head back the receptionist confronts him; “sir, the girl you came with last night might be dead o, those men that came in to meet her carried her in their car and drove off. It was when she stopped breathing then one of them called me and gave me the warning of my life. I don’t want wahala o, I don’t want army problem o. Sir, and you didn’t bring her to this place o. PLEASE”. He said pointing his finger at Chief K’s face.

Chief K felt a bit relieved as he walked out of the motel and headed towards the barracks; the feeling that the event of what happened to Precious P was still a secret gave him comfort but now he needs to know what happened to the young girl he had betrayed.

Major Z was at the officer’s mess when Chief K stormed in, “where is Major S?” he asks as he stands before Major Z who seemed less amused. “What happened to that girl? What happened to Precious P?”Chief K continued his rant; then Major Z raises his hand and wave towards a seat indicating to Chief K to sit down. “She was bleeding too much for me, Major S and I had a few rounds then the blood was just too much, the bed sheets and all; and she kept screaming your bloody name which was actually annoying. Any ways, Major S has moved to Abuja and we dumped the girl at a hospital in the next town and left some cash in her bag. We made sure someone took her in before we left.” Chief K didn’t wait for Major Z to finish his drink as he got up and rushed towards the exit to get his motorbike. There was only one hospital in the next town, and he knew the place too well. Major Z drops a parting word, “Take it easy bro; she is not important, trust me there are more important things going on; and if you play your cards well, you will be very rich.” Chief K stops a bit, nods his head in agreement and continues towards his motorbike.

The next town was a sleepy one; noise only came when the power company gives electricity; you can hear the distant sound of a generator as only two residents have one and the hospital was one of those two. The young Chief K walks in after parking his motorbike and meets a nurse half asleep. “Good evening madam, I would like to ask about a patient that came in last night;” before he could continue, she responded in her tired husky voice from being the only nurse on duty since the night before; “she has gone; she left this afternoon. Are you related to her? Because after treatment she just got up and boarded a bus to Ghana.” 

She sat up to give more info “She was raped and she kept calling one name; Are you the person?” she asked with eyes wide open. Chief K didn’t know what to expect; “ha no o, I am Rufus, and I am a friend to her mother, and we have been looking for her all morning in the city next to you.” The nurse had many questions but being a talkative prevents one from being calm she nonchalantly responds “The girl has gone’ maybe she couldn’t take the shame”.

Chief K had to spend the night in that town as it was late when he got to the hospital after leading the search party from the morning towards checking at the Jumbo Cross motel to finding out where Precious P was during his inquiry at the barracks. It was a hell of a busy day. He checked into a small vacant room for the night and suddenly he remembered Precious P had a friend in Ghana whom she exchanges letters with. The friend was older and was her school mother when she was in standard one. He now knows where she was and knows her mother would not find out and might die of a heart ache.

Around 10am Chief K heads back to the city; thinking of what to do, when to his surprise there is a road block, soldiers everywhere. Everything was stand still and he asked one of the people “what’s happening?” An old man answered “coup oh; there is a new government my son” as he passes a transistor radio detailing the broadcast. Chief K listens to the repeated announcement, the voice seemed familiar as the solider at the other end of the radio kept listing directive on the new era of the nation; then as soon as he ends his speech he concludes with “Fellow countrymen, I Major S as the new commander in chief appoints Major Z as controller of the southern administration and also vice president”.  SHOCK!!! That’s what Major Z warned about when he told him about playing his cards right and more important things. Major S had gone to Abuja as part of the plan when Major Z came into Lagos.

With his friends as the two most powerful people in the country, the rest is history, as Chief K enjoyed the benefits of being the go to man in government. No one saw Precious P again. 

To be continued ....

Beauty and the best is a Nigerian other room story (+18) Part 2

And the story continues …..

This is the longest 30 minutes Ewa has ever been through. Thoughts fly through her head; “what if he dies? What if the surgery is not successful? Does he really love me?” She notices the painting on the wall; it was the image of a nurse tending to a patient in a hospital bed but placed in a basketball court. Whatever that meant really wasn’t what Ewa was interested in. She seeks distraction and brings out the new phone BROS got for her at the mall. She scrolls through the various apps and picks the notorious mind gosling candy crush turning the volume low as she was conscious of the other two people at the waiting room.  30 minutes is a very long time away.

Its 2:30pm in Lagos, the traffic is intense with buses, cars and mini havoc called “keke” which are actually tricycles maneuvering their way through the gridlock and starching car bumpers as they leave motorist with yellow paint marks on the cars and angry madams and bosses.

In the mist of all the scrabble pieces which is the best way to describe the chaos, sits Mrs. BROS at the back of her SL600 Mercedes Benz, legs crossed as she steers through the tinted window. No expression on her face, she rarely gives anyone a clue of what’s on her mind, her driver knows better than to try and figure it out as well. She is cold.

Mrs. BROS wasn’t like this earlier in her life; she was happy girl as a child. The only daughter of the great Chief K. “Baba ni yen” , the phrase given to Chief K over the years which means “That’s the big boss” each time he steps out of this palatial home only to be greeted by a crowd of thugs and market women during his days a politician.

Chief K has no time for politics these days, he has wind down that bit for others or proxies as the case may be. Made billions of naira as a contractor to the military during the junta, he was in charge of supplying boots and uniforms during the war. It was his special thank you for providing certain generals the girls required to warm their nights as he was not a silver spoon child. He knew he had few options in life but was determined to live like the children of the school principal who was very friendly with the white missionaries. It’s a wonder what seeing a principal in clean white shirt, well iron khaki trousers with razor sharp linings, white socks and a set of blue, red and black biros lining the breast pocket can inspire in a man.

All Chief K wanted was to be a teacher. He loved the look, the respect and mostly the type of food they had access to from the Catholic missionaries who built the schools. Those days a teacher can tell a parent not to eat for two days so the child can be smarter and they would not doubt it. He loved the attention and power they got. One thing was lacking though for Chief K, his mind was not programmed for formal education. He had a short attention span due to his imaginative mind. Some skills are better used on the streets than in the classroom. Chief K couldn’t pass his standard 6 exams despite being very clever. Latin. Oh Latin, the killer subject for him. 

He kept failing that dame subject. After many failed attempts, he discovered that the bread, eggs, butter, milk and chocolate the missionaries enjoyed didn’t come from heaven. They even didn’t come from Rome neither was it free. They came from a market in “Eko” or Lagos as his principal always tried to correct everyone in his village.

Chief K took his bag, hopped on a trailer carrying cocoa from his village to Lagos for onward export and that’s was the end of his teacher dreams.

Chief K was good with numbers, he quickly joined a group of boys that carried cocoa sacks from trucks to warehouses, gathering his little cents and buying milk, eggs, butter and chocolate back to his former principal and missionaries. Back then he was not Chief K, he was just that boy that sold what the missionaries eat cheaper than anyone else.

One evening, Chief K arrived from this village with monies he had just been paid form his supplies. It was quite late and the bus he boarded had broken down at the dark side of town. A notorious area I might add. Everyone came down from the bus asking questions and pleading with the driver to find a solution. With the driver not knowing what to do as he just took captainship of the vehicle from the former owner, everyone had to find their way to their various destinations and that’s when Chief K noticed a place he had never seen before in his life. It was a small building with different bright lights. This place had light bulbs of different colours, blue, yellow, green and they all blended to give a mystical ambiance.

There was music echoing from the house. The sound was what tricked the senses to look towards the lighted place. As Chief K walked towards this place he noticed a crowd of people, murmurings which later evolved to audible chatter came from them. As he moved closer he could clearly see them, they were women, ladies and young girls, in different shapes and sizes; some dancing and whining their waist to calypso music with blend of Ghanaian high life music. Some men sat on chairs under a portable canopy while some came out of the house looking exhausted adjusting their trousers as they take their leave. He had never seen so many beautiful women in one place. Their hair was well done, fingers and toe nails polished with coat of coloring that hypnotizes the men as they troop in.

“Fine boy, why you dey look na?”, the words that snapped Chief K back to reality. “Come in and enjoy ya self, oya sit don here”. Wow, what a welcoming gesture from a beautiful lady Chief K thought. She gave him a seat and before you could say jack be nimble she sat right on his lap. Chief K is in shock. A woman on my lap? What can a young boy do at this point?

That night Chief K discovered the sweetness of a woman and he would ever take just one thing from that experience; it cost him 50 pounds and most of his capital for business.

He formed a particular likeness for a young 16 year old girl; Precious P. You dare not touch Precious P, as her mother was the leader of the prostitutes at the brothel and despite her chosen career; she had other plans for her virgin daughter. Chief K would bring gifts and secretly pass them on to Precious P. She also liked Chief K, as she had someone she could share stories she read from school with. She also hated Latin. 

As Chief K moved up the social status of a young merchant trading everything from cocoa to bed sheets, he had the opportunity meeting a certain major in the army. This young major was in charge of procurement for the three main barracks in the region. The friendship was mutual, as Major S was found of having sexual adventures with ladies whom Chief K easily provided from the brothel and Chief K was given consistent supply contracts; some of which the army paid up front and at twice the price the retail stores sold things. Chief K was living the life.

“I want a virgin”; those where the words that hit Chief K like a punch from Major S as they sat down to eat lunch. Major S continued the request “I have never had a virgin and I wish to have taste”; as Chief K gently drops his cup after a gulp of water, keeps a straight face like he could deliver on his promise yet wishing the request was just table talk and Major S would laugh it off and keep to the program. “I am being transferred to the North on Monday, and I will introduce you to the new procurement officer Major Z, he was my junior in the academy and we are like brothers. If you get me a virgin as a send off gift I will instruct Major Z to continue with the pact we had”. This was the toughest thing anyone would put Chief K through, he would rather take a Latin language exam than this; but his future was on the line and when there is a will, there is always away. “Give me till tomorrow, and I’ll bring someone, but she might not want to come to the barracks, we would have to get room a bit out of town.”Major S pauses robbing his fingers against his jaw, then he instructs, “Fine, let’s meet at Jumbo cross motel at 18:00 GMT (7pm to us civilians), I will be there, but make sure you don’t fail.”


To be Continued tomorrow .. share the post . Bless 

Borrowed Heaven

Hello Everyone, today, tonight or this morning or anytime you get to read this article. I hope this meets you well and if it doesn't like if you're in hospital or at the mortuary waiting to identify or bury a loved one, or at the police station trying to bail a friend or relative or you have been told you have a terrible disease, or you have a debt you don't know how you're going to pay back, this is for you. And if it actually meets you well and you just bought a car or just got a job or just made some money you have never made in your life, this is for you as well.

The title of this article is "Borrowed Heaven". It happens to be the title of one of my favourite songs by the group called The Corrs.

What is borrowed heaven? You see, my friend, the life we have is borrowed. It was given to us by someone or as some scholars say, by some supreme being. We are not flesh and bones, we are spirits and we shall return to the master that sent us here.

BUT there is a catch and this is not religion .

What if you die and get to meet the creator and HIS first question to you was: "So, how was heaven?" YES!! HOW WAS HEAVEN?

Iam sure most of us will be confused. Oh they told us heaven is where you go when you leave earth, oh they said heaven is for good people and bad ones go to hell, oh they said earth is for the devil and heaven is our home.

I have come to understand that the wisdom of the creator is too great for our small minds. Come on, ask yourself, how far can your senses go? You see just from one side of your head and don't have eyes behind, you have just two arms and yours hands can't touch its elbows , your two legs look nice but it could be four, so why get arrogant about anything when we are actually physically and mentally limited.

BUT there is good news..

We are not our bodies. We are spirits living in a shell called the body and trust me, if you're born at all it means you won the lucky draw from the creator to send you here, and HE is asking how are you enjoying heaven.

Every minute , every second is a gift . Enjoy it . Enjoy life . Eat , drink , have sex , fall in love , go to a place you have never been, because a time will come we won't be with this body and when others show us how far they push their bodies in the after life, don't be the one having regrets.

Oh Tokunbo, you are a christian, you said we should drink. YES ..Drink .. Drink good wine.. YES its alcoholic. The wine in the bible was not grape fruit juice, it was WINE. Stop lying against GOD and HIS hard work. Don't wait till you're dead to find out life was a gift . A free gift .

And for the religious, i give you this . If you tell me the son of GOD died for my errors, then why are you worried about my errors?. Don't you think its enough you said it and i believed it? At least it shows i have more faith in what you told me than you that said it.

The rules: Don't hurt others . In all you do think about how you have either created heaven or hell for the next person because when the time comes , the creator will ask "How was heaven".

The picture in the article is evidence that nothing is permanent. The $2000 watch was given away , the coral bead was given away too and the money on the bed was spent and when it all finished , life went on. I didn't grow taller neither did i make the sky fall.

I always give credit to whom credit is due. Please enjoy the musical video below. It inspired me a lot ..

See you tomorrow . GOD willing , and Stay blessed

Depression ; Fight it

This was posted some weeks ago on my Facebook page. Its a two part message. Depression is real and its a black mans taboo. Many are affected by this. 
Please watch and share 

Beauty and the Beast is a Nigerian Story of the Other room (+18)

Beauty and the best is a

Nigerian other room story

Pic from Pinterest by Maritina Gallegos Disney for Disnerds

It’s been 5 days you last heard from me and i must first apologize for keeping you all waiting for my daily series of videos and articles,

Beauty and the Beast is a typical Nigerian story, and i have a whole lot of juice to squeeze out of this.

Beauty and the Beast (French: La Belle et la Bête) is a traditional fairy tale written by French novelist Gabrielle-Suzanne Barbot de Villeneuve and published in 1740 in La Jeune Américaine et les contes marins. The plot, as the popular song that composed for a Hollywood animated movie sound track is "A Tale as Old as Time" it’s self.

A rich merchant with a son and three daughters fall on hard times, and upon hearing the news of the possibility of recovering some fortune with the arrival of one of his long lost merchant ships, he sets out on a journey to explore that possibility. The children each asked for a journeys gift. Each asking for something of some material value except the last daughter, Beauty, who asked for a "rose".

On arriving the port, his merchant ship was used as pay back for his debts and he was left with nothing but better than he was when he pursued this adventure.  

Coming back, he got lost and found himself in an enchanted forest and came to a supposed abandoned castle. He encountered the Lord of the castle, a Beast. 

Charming Beast we can say, with a kind gesture till the merchant picked a rose for his last daughter which was meant to an enchanted source of life for the Beast. The Beast kept the merchant a prisoner and a whole lot of negotiation came through.

Long story short, Beauty had to replace the father, lived with the Beast, wins his heart and vise versa, the Beast became a prince and it ended happily ever after. SO YOU THINK.

What’s so Nigerian about this French authored story Tokunbo? Are you now those copy cats in Nollywood that has a poorly produced version of every block buster or trending incident? Are you saying the story was about a black man? "Who dis stori epp sef"? 

Well, the point of this article is to give you an insight that many never thought of. Though crude in its presentation, but medicine never works till it hits the stomach.

Who is Beauty? To me she is Ewa, that young beautiful Nigerian girl who got admission into a poorly funded public university. The world at her feet with hopes of getting a good job and helping her parents when she graduates. Oh naive little one. There are already 4 million of you dear. 

Her parents came to a cross road, because the pension payments meant to put Ewa through school was not coming. A permanent secretary at the ministry in charge of the payments, suddenly felt N8 billion Naira was more productive in his own bank account, to be used for the purchase of a luxury boat, 12 houses in choice areas of Lagos, Abuja and London, premium champagne because he has a medical condition called stupendous greed that requires a few bottles of champagne and a puff of Cuban cigars to regulate his mind at all times. Lest we forget our honorable Perm Sec also has school fees for his precious children in British schools. Oh Perm Sec of life as the street lingo would have it.

Back to our people. With no money to keep Ewa in school, she takes it upon herself to make up for what the parents can’t provide. This is basically everything. Yea, like the story, Beauty took her father's place at the castle of the Beast, so this time Ewa has to find other means to foot her bills in her father’s place.

Ewa sets out on mission to financially empower herself, with no capital, no experience, no intrusion of how people can be with resource and money, she jumps at everything that anyone says brings money. 

A friend once told me, "Tokunbo, there is a reason GOD gives poor men beautiful daughters". Yes, men are smiling, women are frowning, but i didn't create this world, neither should anyone ignore the realities, i am only doing my job to interrelate its happenings to you and to see where each one fits.

Back to our people. Ewa is on a mission, she has tried every moral avenue to financial freedom, but the bills keep coming. Fees, accommodation, handouts and even lecturer bribes, they keep coming like a flood that a little fence can’t hold.

In the light of this development, the Beast appears, but in our Nigerian case we call him "BROS". Yes o i might add. 

"BROS" is no prince charming. He is 45 years, married with 3 children, successful business man on the back of his in laws good will. Yea, we all know a bros or two, may be fourteen. 

"BROS" has a love nest. You know that place. The place he rented and called a company guest house where he "entertains" his clients and business partners. The well furnished apartment is in a highbrow area of Lagos. 24 hour electricity, high class restaurants are a few meters away, fashion houses are a stop by and from the bouncony, you can see the marvel of a development called the Eko Atlantic.

It’s the company end of the year party, and "BROS" is in high spirits. His company just got the most innovative company award and he is been pitched to be federal minister if he so desires. "BROS" is on a roll. 

Friday night and the Ewa is dressing up. Her morally structured quest for financial freedom has leaded her to the world of ushering at events and weddings. It’s a mini glamorous job, with enough money to get by and keep a face. Tonight, she will be one of the 10 girls ushering at the company end of the year party and she looks forward to the free meal and free ride back to school with enough time to prepare for a wedding the next day.

Ewa, as her name depletes is very beautiful. Beauty, the meaning of her name besots her. Perky breast, pointed nose, well edged cheek bones, well shaped hips, flat tummy which she reveals innocently with her well cut ushering costume and natural chocolate skin is a gift of GOD to her poor father. 

The event is on. Business men and political leaders troop in for the company party and Ewa is there at her best, ushering guest to their seats. 

In the mist of the organized chaos two sets of eyes meet. Ewa and "BROS”. Beauty and the Beast.

She ushered him and his family to the high table, politely addressing his wife and being warm to the children. "Such a well mannered lady you are ", says "BROS", "thank you sir" Ewa responds. 

Mrs. Bros goes on a rampage, "why are you looking at my husband that way"? Mrs. Bros has a bit of temper, you know the type you develop as a pampered daughter of a rich man and you basically think you bought your husband off the shelf at jankara market. "Sorry ma, I didn't mean to offend anyone" Ewa innocently pleads". Who wants to be out of the job by pissing off the wife of Oga. 

"BROS" steps in, redirects his wife to the table and with a pampering hand gesture tells Ewa, "it’s ok, see me later please".

The event was a success and as the guest took their leave, "BROS" taps Ewa by the shoulder and hands her his business card. "Please call me on Monday" he says. 

The thought ran through Ewa's head. What have i done? Hope this is not trouble?

Monday morning came; at about 10 am Ewa picks up the phone and dials the number on the card. It rings out with no answer. She doesn't know the reality of Mondays mornings being the all meeting mornings of the century. Then a text comes into her phone:"in a meeting please send text". The following ensued:

Ewa 10:14am: Good morning sir, iam Ewa, you said i should call you today sir. i ushered at your event sir

"BROS" 10:35am: Hello Ewa, its good you called. Come to my office at 5pm today. address is ************ you can pick an Uber, my secretary will handle the payment

Ewa  10:50am: Ok sir. Thank you and GOD bless you sir in Jesus name 

A former president once said "corruption is not stealing, and taking the innocence of a woman is neither good nor bad depends on the circumstance". 

That statement resonates in the head as Ewa picks up her Uber at 4pm heading to the Island from home. Her parents wondered if there were events that required ushers on a Monday evening, but again voices are silenced when hands don't pay bills.

Ewa arrives at the address, and the secretary is actually waiting at the entrance to pay for her cab. She steps out, cab fare sorted and she is lead straight to the entrance of a well equipped office. 

She walks in and behold "BROS" is sitting across the room with the phone in his hand speaking to GOD knows whom. Laughing and seemly in a great mood, he offers her a seat with a wave of hand while he continues his conversation on the phone. 

The smell. Yes the smell. That’s what strikes Ewa's senses. Such a wonderful smell. The cologne is powerful, sending a mist in the air that you can’t resist. "Acqua Di Gio By Giorgio Armani". 

She has never been so close to the elite, as a matter of fact the closest is when she ushers them in at events, but right here in her presence, she is sharing the same air space with one of them. 

"Thanks for coming to see me" BROS begins and step up to sit beside Ewa on the long sofa across his set of visitors chairs. "Let’s get straight to it", he continues as Ewa looks in limbo. "I like you, i liked you from the first time i set my eyes on you on Friday, we are going to be good friends and i hope you'll accept my offer”. 

"Your friend sir? How is that possible sir? Helping me with a job is fine sir", Ewa responds with shock, shuttering in her words. 

"It’s going to be fine, i have needs you can meet and aside from that i will assure you, that everything you need will be taken care of" BROS continues.

He stands up and with his waist at Ewas eye level, he starts to unzip his best spoke trousers revealing his penis to Ewa's shock. "Suck it" BROS says, in a crude unhinged manner. 

Lord knows where the tears came from; Ewa proceeded in an unprecedented out pouring of tears enough to fill a small dosage cup. "Please sir, i cant do it, i have never done this before” she exclaims as tears roll out. 

"What? Don’t you have a boy friend? Are you a child?" BROS reacts.

"No sir, I’m a virgin sir and I am a born again Christian sir, please sir have mercy" Ewa continues with her plea. 

"Hmm, what’s all this nonsense" BROS laments as he zips up and tucks in his white shirt. "You mean at your age you're a virgin?” he speaks quietly with curiosity written on his face. "Yes sir, i have never had sex before sir and sir, you're married and i don't want to offend GOD" Ewa comments. 

"Enough, enough, i understand. I'll help you out, but we have to help each other out" BROS speaks with assurance. 

He reaches out for his Prada man bag and out comes two packs of cash, "here, take this" as he hands out the notes, "do you have a passport?” BROS asked with his hand hanging. 

Ewa cant phantom what was going on neither did she know how to react, but survival builds instincts as she takes the ward of cash off his hands. "No sir, i don’t have a passport” she answers.

"Here is N50, 000, and call this number 0803*******, his name is Ayo, he'll get you a passport in 24hours, just give him the N50, 000 and your photo" BROS instructs while handing another stack of cash to Ewa

"Lets talk tomorrow, You know i don’t know your house or anything about you, but I am willing to trust you and i would see you again" BROS states , as the Beast once told Beauty to return to him after seeing her family for a week.

After granting her leave, Ewa sits at the back of another Uber ride thinking about what just happened. She reaches into her bag to count how much was in there. Shoving the change she earlier had and separating the N50, 000 for the passport, she realizes the stack of cash initially handed over were two bundles of N1000 notes (N200, 000). Wow, a total of N250, 000 for showing up.

Ewa gets home and rushes to her mother and two sisters, Shaking and not knowing how to start she throws the money towards mother with a thunderous silence. "Ewa, where did you get this money?” her mother exclaims. She eventually tells all to her mother and sisters, and then all sort of suggestions begin.

"With this money you can get a makeup starter kit o" suggested her eldest sister, "he doesn’t even know your house sef, just don't go back", 

Then a wave of emotions sets in when Ewa says "i don’t want to see him again, i feel awkward. Hey, hey, it could be rituals o", her immediate sister steps in "Ewa, he didn’t touch you and he gave you N250k, what if he touches you? If you don't want to go back, give me the address" #savage

Suddenly her mother speaks again, "Ewa, you can't tell. GOD uses people, get the passport as the man said and you can save the rest of the money, meanwhile the landlord came today and we have a balance of N120, 000 to pay, Ewa, may be you can borrow us till my debtors pay and your daddy gets his pension" . 

With subtle enthusiasm, Ewa hands over the rent. What else can she do, she knows that money is not coming back and she didn’t want the family to be separated. She calls the passport man and the next day she was at the passport office to do business. 

"Oya come and snap" , that's was the loudly delivered comment that woke Ewa up as she sat half asleep waiting the last 2 hours. With a flick of a switch and an hour later she is handed a green booklet. Nigerian passport issued in minutes for the right amount of P.R. 

"Hello sir, it’s me Ewa", that was the voice on the phone as BROS picks up his customized design $3000 Vertu phone. "i thought you had run away" he responded , "Oh no sir, i wanted to get the passport before i called you sir, thank you for,." Ewa was cut short “where are you now?" BROS interrupted. "Agege sir", Ewa answered. Then the following instructions were laid out by BROS. "get a travelling bag with a few things, tell your family you will be in school for a week, come with your passport, we are going to Dubai". Just like that. Yes, just like that. 

It was like a spell. Ewa told her parents she was off to school; she packed a bag, picked her newly issued passport and took a cab towards BROS office. On the way she called him and he sent a text of the address the cab should go instead of the office. You guessed it, the address was to the company guest house.

On arrival at the guest apartment, she was greeted by a steward, "do you want anything madam?" he ask as Ewa marveled at what would make a man in his 50s call her "madam”. Once again, the smell. The smell of that cologne that tingles the senses. 

BROS appears from the shadows, like the Beast in the mystical tale of reference he hands Ewa an envelope, "your visa" he says, "i got your passport details from Ayo and did the honors of getting the visa for tomorrow", he continued as Ewa looks amazed, "if you hadn't call after you got the passport, i would have just figured you didn’t like me" he concluded with smile.

As the night went on, BROS choose to make Ewa comfortable. They had dinner watched movies and talked all night about serious issues and silly things, everything but anything personal to BROS, till she had to ask, "is something wrong with your marriage sir?" She continued, "Because i can tell behind the strong persona and bold attitude, you're quite nice and understanding, and i feel your wife would be best to enjoy this company of yours". BROS chose to be quiet, staring like he didn’t hear the statement, then he erupts "young girl, know when not to ask silly questions", from the depth of her soul a thousand thoughts ensued and she reacts in a way unexpected "YES, i have to ask, I am a young girl and don't want my life in danger. What happens when your wife gets hold of me? I am from a humble home and we don't like trouble" She continues "in fact I am leaving, enough of your kindness, i don’t want to go to Dubai again”.

She proceeds to the door when strong hands held her by the arm, "I’m sorry" BROS laments. It’s a rare sight to see the mighty apologies, you just have to relish that moment for 10 seconds or less. "I promise to let you know everything in Dubai".

They boarded the plane for Dubai. It’s a first for Ewa, and the cobble wobbles rumbling her tummy due to excitement and all sorts of emotions can't be tamed.

Arriving Dubai was magical, Ewa has never seen such tall buildings in her life. As they settle into the leased apartment, BROS takes the time to hold Ewa tightly and whisper how much she means to him.

Ewa is confused , yet calm as she grew up with nothing but love that binds a family fallen from middle class grace due to Mr. Perm Sec devouring daddy's pensions and you also have to learn a bit from fending for yourself in school.

Night fall comes and Ewa has come to the inevitable point of asking "where will i sleep?" BROS is in pieces, laughing like a hyena on steroids. As the night goes straight to morning, it was the longest most painful night Ewa has ever had. Losing her virginity to BROS was not the fairy tale people described. With tears and blood seconding the beauty of the designer themed bed sheet, Ewa had variations of pleasure and pain with awkward moments when BROS guiding his own demands for sexual acts that are illegal in some countries. Either way, Ewa has been deflowered. 

As the sun raises from Asia, beams of light finds its way through the big windows forming lines on the bed sheet, and Ewa is wide awake, mixed emotions, thoughts and the a swift movement breaks the silence. “Good morning my princes”, BROS taps away at her hips as he coddles up to her.

It’s quite funny when Kings, Lords and mighty men become children at the bosom of a young woman. Major decisions that shaped history and time its self was inspired by one man trying to impress a maiden.

Troy, a historic city with high walls fell because the Greek ruler’s brother had his wife stolen from him. Between the 1950s to 1990s African countries experienced military coups inspired by young Majors and Colonels mobilizing soldiers within their ranks to over throw governments just because they promised a girl they will become some body. Some succeeded and some didn’t. To those that failed, they watch in horror as their heartthrob is bestowed to someone else while success means his maiden of desire becomes first lady.  Oh how powerful what lays between the thighs of a lady.

BROS sits at the end of the end while Ewa, also sitting is busy munching away at the full size English breakfast served in bed. BROS looks deeply as he sighs. “I have something to tell you, and I hope you’ll understand” Ewa looks up with curiosity; BROS continues “the reason we came to Dubai is not only because we came to have a good time, I am here for a corrective surgery”. Ewa looks intense “surgery ke!, Ha, please don’t take my kidney o, ye I should have known o, why did I follow you o”, she starts crawling off the bed. BROS starts to laugh and with an assuring hand gesture he interrupts her banter, “I said I am here for corrective surgery, it’s not for you but me, it’s what I want to tell you about. Do you think the kind of money I have can be gotten with pennies taken from organ harvesting? NO way dear. ”

BROS leaves the bed and sits on the side chair. The chair in its own right had an aura about it. Made from pure leather, with arm rest that allows the occupier look like a noble from game of thrones BROS settles in with crossed legs and starts the biggest confession of his life to a young girl he just met in 1 week, so it seems. SO YOU THINK.

“Ewa, the things I am about to tell you must not leave your lips for ages to come. I promise you with my very own life that if you do as I say, you’ll never have a want in your life” BROS begins his confessions.

BROS stands briefly from the exotic chair and points towards his torso showing Ewa a scar then goes back to sit on the chair. With a deep breath he starts.

“When I was 18 years old I had an accident on a bike. I was leaving our town for Lagos when the bus broke down at Berger, it used to have a toll gate those days, and this was in the 80s. While waiting for the driver to repair his vehicle a man came up on a motor bike. It was a rare site those days and people didn’t trust bikes like they do now. He offered any of us going in to Lagos to hoop on, and a lot of people resisted but me. I got on the bike and we headed towards Ojota when a car over took another on the wrong side and hit us off the road. The rider died and the bike handle perforated my groin area” At this point Ewa was stunned and a sense of pity captured her face.

BROS continued, “I was rushed to hospital and after a few days I gained consciousness. The address of my uncle was attached to my ID and he was there when I woke up. The bills were paid and I went home. Over time as I grew older I realize I bleed from my genitals and had to go back for a checkup. That is when I was told the injury has affected my fertility. My sperm count get affected, in short I COULDN’T HAVE CHILDREN”.  Ewa is confused and states “but you and your wife have children, how come?”

With a big smile BROS continues, “Throughout my life I have been secretly living with the fact that I couldn’t impregnate someone and trying various doctors and healers. I have had girl friends and it all ends the same till I married Mrs. BROS. I guess it was convenient for me though.” BROS adjust as he continues, “She was my bosses daughter and everyone just avoided her because she just couldn’t get along with us lesser mortals. Somehow we got close and though she was a year older, it didn’t matter.” BROS continued, “The moment for me came when she told me she was pregnant. I thanked GOD in the heavens for the miracle that HE had done, I was delighted with joy unspeakable. I have finally beaten the odds and who else could it have been but my boss’s daughter.”

It didn’t take a lot of persuasion for BROS to get his boss approval to marry his daughter. She was pregnant for him and he had already proven himself by loyally managing the family portfolio of stocks and shares worth over N30billion without a penny missing. Life couldn’t be more perfect for BROS. SO YOU THINK

Ewa at this point felt very small in the scheme of things, staring at BROS with suspicion she wonders where all this story and arrangement was going. But BROS has more to say as he continues his confession. “After our first child we had two more, and I had never been so proud of myself. The odd points came for me when Mrs. BROS always had to meet with friends she grew up with in high society. She went on trips while I worked through the business I created as an offshoot of her father’s company.” BROS takes a slip of lemon juice and continues. “About two years ago my last boy had a clash in school and was bleeding, when we got to the hospital he needed blood and we had to do a blood match. I found out he was not mine”.

At this point Ewa was in utter shock as BROS continued. “I was devastated and had a blood match done for the first two children and the result also says I was not their father. What made it worse for me was the DNA proved that all three of my children were actually fathered by one person. Mrs. BROS had been having an affair. I confronted her and she made me understand she knew I was infertile as she noticed after a year of having sex with me she didn’t get pregnant and time was not on her side. She later vowed that if I dare tried to divorce her I will lose everything I ever worked for and the whole world will know I am infertile.” At this point BROS looked like a wounded child; all his success, his pride and everything he ever believed seemed to be a lie. Ewa was in no better state as well, as she leans forward as kisses his forehead while tears ran down BROS’s eyes. A rare sighting of the mighty taking a moment of soberness. Wait, but BROS has more to say.

“After doing a lot of findings I found Dr. Ahmed Hassan here in Dubai who found the dot to correct my accident and he has assured me a 100% I will be fine. That’s why you’re here Ewa, to get pregnant for me three days after the surgery that will take place this night.” BROS proclaims with a mischievous smile.

Ewa takes a step back looking at BROS with the same look you get when you feel you have just been traded without your consent. Ewa’s responds though, getting her confidence back as she senses she might be important after all. “You don’t even know me, you don’t even know if you can trust me, you don’t know if I’ll agree or not, haba! What kind of risk is that?”

BROS stares straight in her eyes and answers. “There is more Ewa. After I discovered my children weren’t mine and I felt trapped, I resorted to call girls and escorts, I am sure you refer to them as runs girls. Well I had a recruiter and I am sure you know her well. Graceful Kem.” This was beyond shock to Ewa, as Graceful Kem owns the model agency that gets her ushering jobs. BROS continues. “She has given me several girls who come to my company guest house to distract me from my sorrows with sex unimaginable, and then I looked through her phone and saw you. I asked her for you but she said no, and I asked and she said you were a virgin. You have a way of telling people things you know.” BROS takes another sip of lemon juice, probably what the doctor asked before the surgery, but the dedication of drinking it without joining Ewa with the English breakfast seemed logical.

BROS continues his confessions; “Kem told me a lot about you and I have been watching you the last 4 months. Ever since Dr Hassan told me about the possibility of having my own children, I have been looking for a suitor. I told Kem to give you the ushering job at my company party, and I told her specifically where I wanted you to stand. I know you Ewa, far more than you think. I know your house, your parents, and your sisters and brother; I know your course, your room mates. I even know your father’s pension problems and the balance of the bank account everyone in your family; I even know your blood group.” Dead silence engulfed the room. If Ewa had earlier thought she was traded, now she knows she was for real. It’s like the Beast knowing Beauty’s every move with the enchanted mirrors in his castle. BROS was the beast for sure. #savage.

“The stunt I pulled in my office, pulling down my trunks and being inappropriate was to confirm certain things Kem said about you. You’re the real deal and I know I can trust you.”

Ewa stops BROS with her hands posing like a traffic warden, “so I am your guinea pig abi, a social experiment, something you can just pick up and toss around without considering my will. I am just a piece of pawn in your elaborate game. Oh what have I gotten into? What a life.” She starts to cry.

BROS is quick on his feet as he moves to give Ewa a hug and speaks “People meet people in various ways my dear and I know how I feel about you. I am the one that has known you for months and I promise by the time you fully know me, you’ll never regret being with me.”

With all cards on the table, Ewa and BROS spent the day going through malls shopping and engaging in an exchange of personality. Ewa giving BROS a rejuvenation of youth and hope while Ewa gets wisdom and stories only BROSES can provide.

At 5pm U.A.E time, BROS and Ewa head to the hospital. He is checked in and prepared for the procedure for 9pm. “It’s just a 30minute procedure my friend, no problem GOD willing you will be up in less than 2 hours” Dr Hassan proclaims with confidence.

Dr Ahmed Hassan is best known as the medical pride of the Middle East. Born in Kuwait, he studied medicine in India with further training in Canada and the United States of America. With several wards in his belt, he came highly recommended.

But like he said , “GOD willing “.

BROS makes Ewa signs as next of kin in the forms and BROS is rolled into the theater for surgery.

TO BE CONTINUED …….

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