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1./ The Trouble With Honour

Jide sat at the small desk in the corner of the living room which everyone referred to as “Daddy’s Study.” This description was a gross exaggeration of the space. But he needed a place to work when he was at home.

2./ They had carved this space out from the small dining area. He had to be in court in the morning& he was still reviewing his closing statements.
He sat back in his chair and allowed his mind to wander for a while. 25 years at the bar. What did he have to show for those years?

3./ He thought about his youthful self. Fresh out of law school and full of dreams of how he was going to conquer the world. Everyone acknowledged that he was on the top ten list of those most likely to succeed in their year. Well here he was.
What was success exactly?

4./ Jide allowed a grimace to sit on his face. Ordinarily, in a sane society, he would consider himself a success. He was married. He& 2 friends co-owned a small law firm in Lagos Island. He had 2 beautiful& intelligent daughters&

5./ a son who had shown himself to be a chip off the old block. Speech and Prize Giving Day at his children’s school was always a day of pride for him as they cleared most of the prizes in their respective sets.

6./ His eldest daughter Dewunmi in addition to academic brilliance was a sportswoman par excellence. She was the undisputed track star of her school. His second daughter Ayomikun was an average student, but she was a talented artist.

7./ Some of her paintings had been entered in international competitions and she had won several awards. The pride of them all was hanging at the Goethe Institut in Lagos. His only son Oluwafemi was brilliant. He was excellent in the sciences and in the arts.

8./ He was probably going to have a hard time deciding which discipline to pursue. In addition, the boy was a whiz at chess and played football like a pro. So indeed, he was successful . . . according to the standards by which he was raised.

9./ He was married to his sweetheart of many years. He smiled when he thought of her. Omolara was the best woman in the world as far as he was concerned. She was friend, lover, sister, mother and cheerleader all in one. They had faced many challenges in their marriage,

10./ but he could confidently say that they had come out on top. She worked in the Ministry of Education. She had risen through the ranks& was now in a role which was classified as a senior civil service role. He didn’t know what that meant anymore because her title seemed big,

11./ but the accompanying remuneration didn’t seem to match.
Success? In this crazy country . . . He didn’t know what counted as success any longer. He had been raised in a home where honesty, hard work and diligence were almost a religion.

12./ His father worked in the civil service and retired meritoriously in the early 1990’s. His mother had left the organized sector earlier and set up shop trading in provisions. It had grown to a medium –sized supermarket and had become a mild success.

13./ Thank God for her entrepreneurial spirit. Pensions had either been sporadic or non – existent since his father’s retirement and he couldn’t imagine what would have become of his parents if they didn’t have that supermarket.
His mother was no longer able to manage it alone,

14./ but she remained involved and oversaw her few staff.
He had 2 siblings, both younger than he. His brother worked in the banking sector and seemed to be earning a decent living. Banking obviously paid better than his branch of law.

15./ His sister had been a teacher in a private school in Lagos. She was married to a doctor who had been struggling while they had been in Delta State where he worked at the specialist hospital. Fortunately for them about 5 years ago,

16./ he gave in to the pressure from some of his classmates who were in the US and he took his American exams, passed and had departed for the US. They were finally finding their feet and life seemed good for them.
He wondered again. What exactly was success? Was he successful?

17./ He remembered the last reunion with his call to bar year group. He saw classmates who he could confidently say owed their passes both at the university and at the law school to his help and tutoring driving exotic cars and discussing homes in Dubai, London and America.

18./ Yet here he was in this 3 bedroom flat almost on the border of Lagos and Ogun state. He wondered if some of his classmates who were living their best lives in Ikoyi and Lekki had ever heard of his neighbourhood? Would he even dare to invite them over to visit?

19./ Lost in his reverie, Jide heard his phone buzzing and looked at it. It was Femi one of the friends who owed his success at the Bar exams that year to diligent tutoring from Jide.
“Femo Lala! Guy! How are you?” Jide asked
“Jide the brain! Jide the brain!!”

20./ Femi hailed him right back.
They exchanged a few more pleasantries and Femi swiftly cut to the chase. He apologized for having lost touch with Jide in the past few years. He wasn’t big on socializing and had only recently been added on to the Class Whatsapp group.

21./ He had obviously become quite successful if the car he was driving at the reunion was anything to measure by. This was one of the mysteries of the universe as far as Jide was concerned. How did a fellow like this become what looked like a multi – millionaire?

22./ But he didn’t begrudge his friend his success. He was just given to wondering.
He must have lost the thread of the conversation because the next thing he heard was, “So will you be able to make it?”
“Make it? Make what?” Jide wondered as he prepared to ask the question.

23./ Femi must have taken his silence as consent and responded; “Fantastic Jide! Looking forward to seeing you there. It’s formal dress. Please don’t be late. 7p.m. I will Whatsapp the details.”
Jide had no idea what he had just “agreed” to.

24./ But no worries, he could always make his excuses later. Femi had always been a bit of a whirlwind. The Whatsapp message arrived almost immediately. There was a small dinner to be held for the incoming governor of his state. He and his wife were cordially invited.

25./ His initial instinct was to decline the invitation. He wasn’t enthusiastic about politicians in general and the just concluded elections were marred with much violence. In fairness to the new governor,

26./ He was a well – respected gentleman and had an enviable reputation as a successful senior advocate. Unfortunately, the platform on which he had won the elections was flawed as far as Jide was concerned.

27./ The Party to which the new governor belonged was just as bad as the other Party. Jide took a dim view of the political parties and in his opinion; they had a long way to go.
The next evening as they arrived at the venue,

28./ Femi was on hand to receive them and ushered Jide straight to see the new governor. The governor was very dignified and polite and they chatted for a while before Jide and his wife left to mingle with other guests during the brief cocktail before dinner was announced.

29./ Jide was surprised to find himself seated at the Governor’s table during the dinner and the man made a special effort to include Jide in the discussions and to seek his opinion on several issues. By the end of the evening Jide was so impressed by the new governor.

30./ He hoped that the governor followed through on the many plans he claimed to have for the state. As soon as dinner ended, He went to make his goodbyes to Femi as he had a long drive back to his suburbs from Ikoyi where the dinner was held.
“You can’t leave yet oh!”

31./ Femi said “His Excellency wants to have a private word with you.”
“With me? Why on earth will he want a word with me? He’s never met me. I am of no importance to him.” Jide said.
Femi smiled enigmatically and said “Nonetheless, ore mi, a little patience.

32./ Let me tell him that you are ready to leave.”
Jide was bemused. Why would the governor who had met him for the first time this evening want a word with him? He had no connections or wealth or whatever else it was that impressed these people.

33./ It had been good to see how the other half lived but he was not itching to join them.
Femi led him to a small sitting room off the dining area where they had just eaten and as he was settling down; the governor walked in and shut the door. Pleasantries were exchanged.

34./ His Excellency cut to the chase.
“Jide, you have impressed me in the short time we have spoken. I asked Femi who is my nephew to find me a person of excellent character and a brilliant mind to oversee a think-tank which I want to set up for our state.

35./ I understand that you don’t have a lot of confidence in politicians and I don’t hold that against you. Our system is deeply flawed, but I realized that you can’t change it from the outside. You have to be inside to be useful to your people.”
Jide was stunned.

36./ Was the governor asking him to head this think-tank? He had no idea what that required. The governor went on. “I understand that you graduated at the top of your class at the university and that in law school you repeated the same feat.

37./ My nephew has told me much about you and I believe that he knows me and my standards well enough that he would only recommend you if he was sure that you are up to the task.” I intend to hit the ground running because I have great plans for our state so unfortunately,

38./ you don’t have much time to think about this. I need a response from you by tomorrow evening and by next week, if you accept the role; you have to move to the state because you need to be present there to function effectively.

39./ The governor went on about the general benefits of the role and the various perks that would be made available to Jide. He was stunned and could only say, “Thank you, your Excellency. I appreciate this offer and I understand the constraints of time on your part.

40./ I would like to discuss this with my wife and I will ensure that I have an answer for you tomorrow. I am grateful for the opportunity.”
“Are you going to accept it?” Omolara asked as soon as they began their long drive home.
“I don’t know.

41./ It is rather sudden. I am in the middle of an appeal at the Supreme Court and I have a few matters pending at the firm. It will be a difficult transition. Besides, your job is here and you cannot uproot yourself and move out of state.

42./ The children are in boarding school so that shouldn’t be a problem”
Omolara knew at once that her husband was ultimately going to accept the role. He had in one fell swoop addressed the primary logistics concerns of the job and all that might hold him back were

43./ personal scruples but she could tell that the governor had impressed her husband on a personal level so this was almost a done deal. She decided to stay quiet and listen.
After Jide had raised a few more pros& cons of the job and shot down the cons while admitting the pros,

44./ he turned to his wife,
“Ife mi, what do you think? It sounds interesting and challenging. Our state has so much potential and if his Excellency means business, I would like to put in my quota.”
Omolara smiled. “I’ve listened to all you’ve been saying

45./ and I believe that this is a chance of a lifetime. I say go for it& leave your footprints in the sands of time. I will be rooting for you and praying for you.”
His Excellency had given Jide a complimentary card that had his personal phone number which he answered by himself.

46./ At 9a.m. the next morning, Jide called and accepted the offer. The governor did not hide his delight. I’m happy you have chosen to come on board. I hope that together we will do many great things.
It was a hectic period, tidying up affairs at the law firm

47./ and handing over to his partners. Moving into the new government allocated quarters in the state. Omolara had to take a short leave to come and help him settle in. Their first night in the house, as they went to bed,

48./ Jide’s heart was full and bursting as he imagined the contributions he would make. As his wife came to bed, the sight of her in her short negligee had him aroused. There was no sight as beautiful as a well-endowed Yoruba woman in his opinion.

49./ Omolara was perfect. Her ass and boobs were a good handful. Yes, the effects of time, birth and nursing 3 children meant that she was not as firm as she was all those years ago, but she remained the sexiest woman he had ever known.

50./ It was a combination of her physical assets and the totality of her person. This was not to say that he hadn’t been tempted occasionally. But he had seen the negative results of infidelity on his friends’ lives’.

51./ Besides, he didn’t even have the money or the time; forget the energy to pursue other women. Omolara was enough for him. He watched her walk towards the bed; her breasts jiggled gently as she came towards him and his hands itched to touch.

52./ She smiled as she sat beside him on the bed. What’s on your mind Sweet? Jide reached over and began to rub her breasts. He sat up and nuzzled as he touched. “I don’t want to talk Babe. He sucked on her nipples through the negligee.

53./ As her nipples hardened in his mouth, He moaned quietly. Omolara threw her head back as she enjoyed the sensations he aroused in her. “Jide was such a sensitive lover.” She thought. She moved and straddled him as he continued to play with her breasts. She moaned aloud . . .

54./ “Don’t stop Sweet.” As she settled on his turgid penis and began to ride him, Jide moaned again and rose with thrusts of his own to meet her. Aaah! Molly baby, he thought. O fe pa mi! She knew what to do as she rode him

55./ and his length caressed her pussy and stimulated her clitoris, Omolara felt her orgasm building and quickened her pace. Aaaah Jide mi! “How will I cope without you beside me every night?” She thought. On these thoughts, Jide suddenly quickened beneath her.

56./ She felt the warm burst of his cum and she exploded with her orgasm at the same time. She collapsed and laid her head on his chest. Jide held her close rubbing her back as they both fell asleep sweetly exhausted.

End of Part 1

57./ Phew! Part 2 .
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The Trouble With Honour (Part 2)

As he sped towards Lagos in his chauffeur-driven government issued car,

58./ Jide marveled at the things he had experienced in the past 3 months. Mostly, he was still the man he had been prior to the appointment. But in certain ways, he felt older and more cynical. Shortly after his appointment was announced on the radio,

59./ a delegation led by the traditional ruler of his town had arrived with fanfare at his office to congratulate him. He was puzzled by this. He had no idea that the traditional ruler was aware of his existence prior to this time. He received them respectfully and thanked them.

60./ When he made excuses shortly afterwards and said he had to get back to work, they looked askance at him until a bold soul in their number asked him about “refreshments” and transport fare. He wondered that they wanted more than the snacks and drinks he had arranged.

61./ He was further confused by the request for transport fare. They had arrived with the Local Government buses. Someone finally explained to him that these courtesy visits ended with an envelope for the visitors to share.

62./ He gave them a lecture and warned them that he was not a politician and did not indulge in such.
A week later, it was a Women’s Group also from his town who came on another congratulatory visit. The same theme played itself out.

63./ He wondered where they expected him to get the monies with which to fund their expectations. Even worse were the ones who sat in his waiting room from dawn till dusk. It seemed as if everyone who vaguely knew him had financial problems.

64./ They either needed money for school fees, hospital bills, feeding, rent or some other life issues. Some of these people had jobs and he wondered how and why they couldn’t survive within their earnings. The more pitiful ones were those who had nothing.

65./ Their wretchedness was palpable. This was a side of life he had hitherto been insulated from. Then there were the young girls. Many of them turned up at his office unannounced, ostensibly to ask for help with admissions or with school fees or to get jobs or NYSC postings.

66./ Occasionally, there were genuine requests but there were many who simply wanted a rich sugardaddy to smoothen their paths. Some began to strip before him in his office. He now insisted that his policeorderly sit in a corner of the office to forestall any further strip teases

67./ How people in these positions ever managed to get any work done was beyond him. At the end of the second month, he realized that between helping the many indigent cases he encountered, sending money home to Omolara and maintaining his home in the state,

68./ he was not breaking even and he was grateful for the tiny income that his partners still apportioned to him for his nominal role in the law firm.
This was a side of involvement in governance that he had no clue about. But that was not all; there were other issues.

69./ He remembered one evening as he prepared to leave the office, his P.A announced that Otunba Adebiyi was there to see him. Otunba was seeking a mining licence in the state. This was an area under his purview as the governor was determined to diversify revenue bases.

70./ After pleasantries were exchanged, Otunba in what appeared to be studied nonchalance passed an envelope across to him and said it was for him. Jide wondered if it was a follow-up proposal to the one Otunba had already submitted.

71./ To his astonishment, he opened the envelope and arranged in flat bundles within were $100 bills in bundles of $10,000. There were 10 of them and a quick mental calculation told him that this was $100k. He had never seen that much money in his life.

72./ Jide was no slouch and he knew a bribe when he saw one. But he preferred not to assume. In a cold voice, he asked what the money was for. Otunba chuckled and asked Jide not to be naïve. He knew that there were 2 other companies interested in the same licence.

73./ He did not intend for any of them to win that licence. He assured Jide that he would work “well” with Jide and that this was only the beginning. That they could set up a nominee company that would hold shares in trust for Jide and no one would ever know.

74./ That Jide had to prepare for his retirement because he wouldn’t sit at that desk forever and he needed to maintain his lifestyle. Jide was shocked. Otunba was an elder in one of the big Pentecostal churches and was known for being a vocal advocate

75./ against those who sought to rape the country. Jide thanked him but declined the offer. Otunba smiled and told Jide that he would be waiting when Jide was ready to talk business.

75./ On this thought, the driver stopped at his gate and they drove in. As he walked into the flat, Jide looked at it critically. How different it was from his accommodation back in their state. His house there was set in its own grounds in the newly developing GRA,

76./ Each of the 5 bedrooms was en-usuite and the fittings and fixtures were of top quality. Home by contrast looked dingy. He began to think that perhaps he should explore the option of buying some land in one of the developments in the Lekki suburbs.

77./ Jide shook himself mentally and laughed. Where would he get that kind of money? Even though the job paid well, it had a life span of perhaps 4 years which was the Governor’s assured tenure and his earnings would not allow him to buy land and build a house

78./ even if he ignored the multiple pleas for help that came before him daily and did nothing but put money towards the land and house project. He remembered the $100k which Otunba had offered and thought of how much difference that would make to his life.

79./ Would it really be so wrong to take that money? Otunba was an indigene of the state so he had a stake in ensuring that his company did not unduly exploit the state. In addition, he had a track record for at least making sure he delivered on the contracts he had been given.

80./ Jide realized where his thoughts were going and pulled himself up short. Was he about to sell out? Was this how it went?
At that moment, Omolara came out of the bedroom. She smiled when she saw him and walked into his arms for a kiss. As he held onto her,

81./ Jide wondered how she felt about all the changes in their lives.
“You must be hungry after that long drive. Let me get you some lunch Sweet. Go take a shower and change into something comfortable. Is your driver still here so I can arrange lunch for him as well?”

82./ Omolara asked.
“No. He’s gone to stay at a small hotel. He and the police orderly will return early on Monday morning for the drive back.”
After lunch, Omolara began to regale him with tales of all that had been happening since his last visit to Lagos 2 weeks ago.

83./ Amid laughter and questions, she told him that a more serious decision had come up. Dewunmi was taking exams and was supposed to go to university that September. She wanted to study medicine and they had settled on several

84./ American Universities to which she had applied for pre-med. They had been confident that she would get a full scholarship either based on her academic or her sporting abilities. Unfortunately, their expectations had been disappointed on several minor technicalities.

85./ Apparently, while Dewunmi could get a full scholarship for any of the pre-med courses of her choice, because she wasn’t an American citizen, the three prestigious scholarships they had expected which guaranteed her a full and free ride had turned her down.

86./ They assured her that she stood a chance with other scholarships, but that these specific ones in the field of medicine were reserved for American citizens or residents. Jide was crushed. There wasn’t enough time to begin applying afresh for other scholarships

87./ and Dewunmi was so bright that she deserved to shine on the best stage. He was silent. Mentally, he cursed the accident of birth that deprived his daughter of access to something he knew she otherwise qualified for.

88./ They agreed to consider other options but to leave off responding to the schools as they still had almost a month in which to accept or decline. Later that night, they were on the couch in the sitting room. Jide was sitting and Omolara had her feet on his lap.

89./ As he rubbed her feet absent – mindedly, the power went off. He began to call for his steward back in their state to turn on the Mikano generator and he realized that he was in Lagos and it was the small petrol generator. There was no one to turn it on except him or Omolara.

90./ As he got up to step out to the balcony and turn it on, Omolara mentioned that the battery was dead and that he would have to pull it. Jide looked askance at her. Then he remembered. Of course, that was how to put the generator on manually.

91./ He shook his head. Was he now so far-removed from real life that he had forgotten these inconveniences that had always been a part of life? As he returned to the living room, the noise and vibrations from the generator meant that they had to turn up the volume of the TV set.

92./ This didn’t bother Omolara so much as she was used to it. But for Jide, it seemed like an alternative universe. The Mikano generator in his quarters was sound-proof and set far enough away from the house that other than the minor blip when they changed over from PHCN to the

93./ generator, he couldn’t tell the difference. Shortly after that, it was time to go to bed. Omolara reminded Jide to turn the generator off as she didn’t want to risk running it overnight. Jide was aghast. Was Molly suggesting that they sleep without air-conditioning?

94./ He wanted to laugh at himself. But the thought of the heat wiped off any laughter. He wondered how he would make love to Molly in the heat. Aaah!! That wasn’t negotiable. He had gone two weeks without the pleasure of her body.

95./ Had allowed anticipation to build all afternoon till this evening planning that “Tonight, wo! They were going to act blue film.” Ah! How was he going to act blue film in this heat?

Jide woke up disgruntled and out of sorts the next morning.

96./ Omolara tried to placate him by showering with him and they made love in the shower even though she generally didn’t like to do that because her hair got wet. But she could see that last night did not satisfy him.

97./ He felt better and was somewhat more cheerful by the time they got to church. It appeared there was a special thanksgiving service in the church that day. As they took their usual seat towards the middle of the auditorium, the Assistant Pastor espied them

98./ and came over to say hello. He was an old friend and was pleased to see that Jide was in town to attend with them that Sunday. Shortly after the service began, the Head Pastor announced that they had an important personality in the church

99./ and that as they choir welcomed him with this special musical beat, Brother Jide Adeoye should come forward to the front and sit with the elders. Jide wondered who the guest was and was dumbfounded when the Head-Usher came to lead him and Omolara to the front seat.

100./ He was not on familiar terms with the Head Pastor and he had no idea why he was considered a special guest. As the service progressed and details of the Thanksgiving Service were provided, Jide realized what his role was. He mentally shook his head.

101./ He couldn’t believe this was happening in his own church. With much subtle coercion and suggestions that God had elevated him and he had to show appreciation, he pledged to give a sum that he knew would be most inconvenient but there had been no graceful way out without

102./ embarrassing the Pastor publicly and he didn’t want to do that. Jide was quiet on the drive home and for most of the rest of the day. He was sad to say good-bye to Omolara as he left early the next morning,

103./ but they agreed that she would come to him straight from work on Friday.
It was a very busy week with back to back meetings as the date for the closing bid approached. On Wednesday evening as Jide cleared his desk preparatory to going home, a visitor was announced.

104./ It was Otunba Adebiyi again. Jide welcomed him cautiously and asked to what he owed the pleasure of the visit. Otunba enquired if Jide had considered his initial proposal and if he was ready to talk business. Jide kept a straight face and asked Otunba exactly what he meant.

105./ Otunba reiterated the details of his initial proposal and admitted that perha It was Otunba Adebiyi again. Jide welcomed him cautiously and asked to what he owed the pleasure of the visit.

106./ Otunba enquired if Jide had considered his initial proposal and if he was ready to talk business. Jide kept a straight face and asked Otunba exactly what he meant. Otunba reiterated the details of his initial proposal and admitted that perhaps he hadn’t been as generous

107./ as he could possibly be in the light of the expected revenues that the licence would yield if it was awarded to his company. He passed another envelope across to Jide. Jide didn’t touch the envelope. Otunba went on to explain the way it would work. As it was,

108./ he was in the forefront to be granted the licence. But he was also aware that the other bidders stood a good chance. The advantage was that he, Otunba was partnering with an Italian company with many years of experience and bound by EU guidelines

109./ whereas the other bidders were working with Chinese and Indian companies who were not really restrained by the same international protocols as EU companies so that even if they seemed like a good deal on paper, there were more risks attached to choosing them.

110./ At the end of his sales pitch, it all sounded so reasonable including the shares held by the nominee company and a stream of income for life.
Jide opened the envelope. It contained 15 bundles of $10,000 a total of $150,000. He remembered Dewunmi, her sister

111./ Ayomikun whose chances of a scholarship were even slimmer as an average student. He thought how good it would be to upgrade his living accommodations in Lagos and change that infernal petrol generator. So many positive changes and not at the expense of the state really.

112./ The final decision regarding the licence was in his hands. The governor had entrusted that to him. Was it really so wrong to accept this offer? Jide gently caressed the money. He remembered his father’s favourite bible verse . . . Godliness with contentment is great gain.

113./ But his father had lived in a different Nigeria from this one.
It seemed Otunba could sense his inner struggle. He left the envelope on the table and as he got to the door, he looked back and said: He passed another envelope across to Jide. Jide didn’t touch the envelope.

114./ Otunba went on to explain the way it would work. As it was, he was in the forefront to be granted the licence. But he was also aware that the other bidders stood a good chance. The advantage was that he, Otunba was partnering with an Italian company

115./ with many years of experience and bound by EU guidelines whereas the other bidders were working with Chinese and Indian companies who were not really restrained by the same international protocols as EU companies so that even if they seemed like a good deal on paper,

116./ there were more risks attached to choosing them. At the end of his sales pitch, it all sounded so reasonable including the shares held by the nominee company and a stream of income for life.
Jide opened the envelope. It contained 15 bundles of $10,000 a total of $150,000.

117./ He remembered Dewunmi, her sister Ayomikun whose chances of a scholarship were even slimmer as an average student. He thought how good it would be to upgrade his living accommodations in Lagos and change that infernal petrol generator. So many positive changes

118./ and not at the expense of the state really. The final decision regarding the licence was in his hands. The governor had entrusted that to him. Was it really so wrong to accept this offer? Jide gently caressed the money. He remembered his father’s favourite bible verse . . .

119./ Godliness with contentment is great gain. But his father had lived in a different Nigeria from this one.
It seemed Otunba could sense his inner struggle. He left the envelope on the table and as he got to the door, he looked back and said:

120./ “Jide, you have the next 24 hours to decide. I will leave that envelope with you. If you decide to reject it, I will understand. If you accept it, I won’t judge you and I will be discreet about our association.

121./ Where you sit now, and the decision before you is one I faced many years ago. Perhaps, one day I will share my story with you.”
Otunba shut the door quietly and Jide was left to wrestle with his conscience.

THE END