The Maid 5

The maid paced up and down the small room like a
leopard looking for the perfect moment to pounce
on a prey. Her boy friend sat on the edge of the
bed wondering what was going on.
She stopped in front of him. Her hips mere inches
away from his face.
“Kalu, do you love me?” She asked and moved
forward. The young man swallowed hard but was
silent.
“Answer me! Do you love me?”
“Is that why you asked me to come here this
evening to ask me this stupid question? I have
better things to do tonight.” He tried to get up
from the bed but Yemi pushed him back.
“Kalu, I said, do you love me?”
He thought for a few seconds before he opened his
mouth. “You know how I feel about you, baby.”
The maid sat down on his legs and caressed his
face. Kalu smiled. Tonight was his lucky night. He
put his hand on her thigh. The maid let him.
“If you really care about me, you will help me.”
“I will do anything for you baby,” he said with lust
in his eyes. “Absolutely anything,” he licked his
lips.
“I want you to make a phone call,” the maid said.
“That’s no problem,” Kalu said.
“Listen carefully.” The maid told him exactly what
to say.
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In the master bedroom of her best friend, Ngozi sat
up in bed and sipped some champagne with
satisfaction on her face. The sound of running
water came from the bathroom where Gbenga took
a shower. A few minutes ago she called Shade and
told her that everything would be okay.
“I am praying for you,” she lied. “Things will be
back to normal between you and your…you and
Gbenga.” She just couldn’t bring herself to say that
word.
“Thank you Ngozi. God bless you for being my
friend,” Shade said in a teary voice.
“What are friends for?” Ngozi asked as she took off
her shoes and lay on her friend’s bed. In a
moment, her plan would be complete: Gbenga
would hold her in his strong arms and make love
to her. No other woman was going to have Gbenga
even if that woman was her best friend.
While Shade pursued corporate success, Ngozi
took over her husband and her home. Ngozi
encouraged Shade to go for more and more
certifications. Some of them were completely
worthless but Shade wanted more power in the
corporate world and Ngozi knew how to feed that
lust in her. New York today, Sidney Australia
tomorrow. Shade was always on the move. If the
office work didn’t keep her away from her husband,
her senseless corporate travels did.
While Shade was away in pursuit of success, Ngozi
took the opportunity to get close to Gbenga. Ngozi
found it difficult to maintain a relationship. Men
misunderstood her strength and called her ‘pushy’,
‘bossy,’ and ‘aggressive.’ But Gbenga liked her.
First as his wife’s friend, then as a friend. One day
he said in passing that she was a strong woman,
the kind of woman that would make ‘a good wife’
to some lucky guy. That was all the
encouragement needed and she began to hatch a
plan.
Ngozi’s late father was a crooked politician who
enriched himself by stealing from public funds. He
left a huge inheritance for his family and Ngozi
spent her’s on who and whatever she liked. And
she liked Gbenga Philips. It also helped her plan
that Gbenga lived above his means and his
advertising firm was running out of money.
Ngozi offered him help.
“I will loan you some money to help you out. You
can pay me the money whenever you can, as long
as you don’t tell Shade about it.”
“What do you mean by that?” Gbenga asked.
“This transaction will remain a secret between us.
The day you tell your wife, you will pay me all my
money, whether you have it or not.” Ngozi warned
him.
“I am a married man. I can’t do this! My wife has
to know what I am doing, especially if it is with her
best friend.” He protested.
“Does she also need to know how you squandered
the profits from your business on frivolities?” Ngozi
asked and reached into her Gucci handbag.
When he saw the first cheque of $70,000, it
silenced all his feeble protests.
“And there’s a lot more from where that came
from,” Ngozi said.After that day he became more
receptive to her. He never told Shade about it.
“Soon, I will be Mrs Philips,” she raised the glass
to her lips. The door to the bathroom opened and
Gbenga entered the room in his bathrobe. Ngozi
set down the glass of champagne by the bedside
table, got out of bed and allowed her robe to fall
from her shoulders, revealing light skin, a priceless
gift she inherited from her Swedish mother.
Her eyes raged with lust as she walked towards
Gbenga. Deliberately. Slowly.
Gbenga stood transfixed to the spot, hypnotised,
like a rabbit about to be devoured by a king cobra.
*********************
Shade knelt by the bedside of the luxury room she
took at The Radisson Blu hotel and tried to pray.
For the past year she could count the number of
times on her right hand when she had said a
prayer. She was always on the move, sorting out
issues for her bank and attending power
conferences abroad. She knew a lot of people but
none of those people could help her now.
“O Lord,” she tried to