For reasons best known to her, Yetunde did not throw decorum to the wind as desired by Segun's father to be sharing the same bed.
When it was time to leave, Yetunde was pleased and happy. She stepped out of the building highly excited about the promise of another round of compensation for keeping the sealed secret intact. She looked forward to it.
The billionaire father-in-law had a rest of mind. The departure was on a good note anyway.
When what one love to eat is not available; one would joyfully search for an alternative.
Yetunde gleefully jumped inside her gleaming black Highlander Toyota Jeep with her son and drove off. Grandpa waved bye to Junior. The boy was crying. He did not love to leave the premises.
''Grandpa, let me stay with you…I love You! '' the boy boldly uttered while inside the car. He was pampered despite his grumblings.
''Never mind…Grandpa will come to pick you after the service on Sunday''
Yetunde with eyeful assured him jokingly! She was only deceiving the boy.
Both Yetunde and Segun's father had meaningful eyes contact. He winked at the woman with back slapping while trying to lock the car door and took off finally.
The departure was on fresh notes with lasting memorable experiences!
Indeed, Yetunde had benefitted handsomely from her secret relationship with Segun's father.
Meanwhile, for concealing the secret, Segun's father planned to compensate the woman out of his reserved fortunes.
Yes, when you make a wealthy man happy and glad. No gift will be too big for a dash.
Immediately Yetunde left with Junior to their home on that Saturday evening, the billionaire went straight to the sitting room thinking almost aloud.
''What a matured woman to have like Yetunde instead of the haggard old, unserviceable fuddy-duddy woman that is almost out of stuff''
lf truth be told, the beauty of Yetunde cannot be ignored by any right thinking man of taste including the billionaire politician from Ibadan Municipal.
Oh my God, Yetunde as a woman had the gazelle of a beauty queen with the corpulent physique of lady of substance with comely appearance.
''If Yetunde could be so preserved to that level, definitely; she deserved a bountiful compensation from me''
The billionaire bravely confessed, joyously raising a punch at the wall.
In the gibbers, Segun's father thought that the parting gift will erase his promiscuity. Nothing is too big or small to compensate any loyal individual. Most especially, in the situation when the favour of God is at work.
Secrets are meant to hidden and kept and not to be exposed. Those who can hold the mouth will not suffer the grip! God too have secrets and warn against the reveal of it unnecessarily. Life is made up secrets as well.
In the society, there is some information that should be covered and never broken, exposed or revealed no matter the pressure involved simply because of the likely negative or severe implication. It is unfortunate that many people have meant their untimely death in our society simply because they attempted to expose hidden secrets at their disposer.
Keep Secrets Secret; Do not Expose the Tin Can of Worms!
Be remained again and again, secrets are meant to be sealed and kept intact and never to be exposed. Secrets are confidential. In life we all have our secrets.
''The soup inside the stomach of an elder is never heard shaking but intact'' says a Yoruba adage.
If you love yourself, keep your secret kept; if not, you will soon suffer the consequence.
With the pretty Madam Yetunde while on the way home with Junior at the back seat of the car. She kept the secret of the deal between her and Segun's father intact and untouched.
The secret was sealed and kept undisclosed at a corner inside her sole- heart. Yetunde had never told anybody on earth what went between her and the father-in-law!
She was addled and began to flashback to imagine the kind of absurd behaviour that her adder-Junior Boy must have displayed that totally upset the heart of Segun's father who had seen and got exposed to vast incidents in life.
What could have got the elderly man shiver like a chick that enters the rain?
The way the billionaire confronted her when she reached the house few hours ago were still embarrassing. The allegations coupled with the lengthy discussion that prevailed thereafter.
''A kid could be funny'' Yetunde concluded.
Junior could be naught! She frowns at the boy.
She had a pathological hatred for the boy as well.
''Will this outrageous child not spoil my life'' The woman asked herself without any answer.
To be candid, Yetunde was bitterly displeased with the passive boy but remained calm while driving on because she was about to join the Lagos–Ibadan express way at the Ojoo end.
The gadfly will soon rest for a while.
''No problem…heaven cannot fall…come hell or high water, let us wait and see what will happen… life must continue as written'' Yetunde ponder within herself
''No animal can be bold enough to chase lion out of the forest…Who exactly will be the architect of my troubles in this city?''
Madam Yetunde, the mother of Junior bluntly and frankly uttered loudly as she steadily moved the four-runner jeep off the Express-way to join the last street leading to their residence within the G.R.A [ Government Reservation Area] not too far away from the Senator Adewolu Ladoja circular road under construction.
A few metres away from the T-Junction; the ride was so smooth and pleasurable. The road was not busy unlike other days. Junior dosed off with sound sleep at the back seat snoring like Segun his father when on bed. He enjoyed the drive undoubtedly.
With the andante inspiring Gospel Music of Tope Alabi solemnly aired at the background. It created a thrill and super excitement:
''We own the world…we can rewrite the story again!''
Yetunde was almost carried away. She was nearly lost in thoughts.
While trying to wake Junior up from the slumbering; Yetunde heard an alert-tone from her latest imported trendy iphone. In alacrity, she quickly checked the awaited messages to read with surprise!
Wahoo! Yetunde could not believe what she saw. It was like a dream. The huge amount of money dropped inside her bank account was beyond imagination.
''Do I really worth it?
#100 million Naira cash dash again from the generous billionaire of note.
''A token compensation for your keeping the sealed secret intact ''
With the cash dash, the possibility of the Okro tree growing taller than the owner cannot be ruled out.
Indeed, big fortune arrived at last for Yetunde, woman of destiny before reaching home as promised by the care free money bag politician. Baba Halleluyah Olowo Ibadan has proved himself…it's well indeed!
Without any further delay, grandpa was about to shower cash rebate again. The comfortable billionaire went promptly inside his luminous bed room highly elevated and greatly inspired.
He picked the phone immediately and made an instant cash transfer of #100 million Naira! [ One hundred million Naira] to Yetunde's GTBank Account with a short message:
''A token for keeping the sealed secret intact, you deserved the compensation'' it's well!
One Man's victory another man's loss!
Life is usually in two sides like that of a coin. The victory of a man will definitely result into the loss of another fellow. That is life for you. The stages are of two types, the winning stage and the losing stage.
You have to belong to a stage at a moment.
One man's victory another man's loss. The joy of victory, the anguish of loss and the reciprocal relationship between the duo.
A victor is one who wins gallantly in a contest of life and a loser is the one who losses or was won or defeated in a life content. Every human being is fighting a battle to win or loss! It pays to win and very painful to be a loser!
As we all know that, the one who wins will usually enter into the ecstasy and pregnancy of joy, while the loser will invariably go about some hideouts covering his or her identity in the grab of ignominy!
But if I may asked: '' what concerns the Muslim clergy about the fat legs of the butchered dog?
In his worries, Madam Yetunde read out this Poem:
The Child
The Child I am raises to question,
What motherhood is all about?
Why the innocent young bear the mark of rejection.
And the reason why l am thrown out.
The child l am seeks to know,
The purpose of my being.
The history of long ago.
And the mystery of blood into being.
The child l am seeks to know
Why there is much hate in the world.
Why blood hate blood.
Within the confines of human knowledge,
My life is walled, my vision blurred.
For being ingénue, it is iniquitous to partake,
In the sin of human.
What is my offence? I ask.
But no answer lies with man only
But a still voice inside of me whispers
Challenge! Challenge!
For unto my innermost heart the word pierces.
And for once has woken me to the path of challenge.
The many wickedness and injustice that I see,
I am from such things relieved.
For with challenge I can swim the great sea.
And with it l conquer, because I have believed!