💥Episode 2-3💥


I loved Justin with everything in me but I knew better than to allow him or his family to trample over me, I was the kind of woman that offered tough love. I offered my emotions on a hot spindle and whoever wanted to be part of my life had to take the risk of getting burned, I never removed any jewelry from my crown to make it easy for anyone to carry it; whoever wanted to be in my life had to man up and meet my standards.

‘So what are you telling me really?’ I asked after much silence

‘Feli I do not have a problem, have you ever been preg…’

I didn’t even allow him to finish his sentence.

‘Justin honestly, you wake me in the middle of the night to accuse me of being barren?’ I asked in shock

‘Feli do not get me wrong, I am not calling you barren. I am just saying that I do not have a problem.’ He told me trying to sound reasonable

‘Well my dear husband, maybe if I was married to a different man we would be telling a different story right now.’ I said switching off the head lamp

I heard him sigh then later his head lamp went off too. Justin was the best thing that happened to me but that didn’t give him the right to question nature, I had heard stories of how marriages ended because of such cases and trust me I had drawn that line the minute I said I do. My marriage was never going to go through the courts of law, I would never lose my man to another woman, we were going to have battles yes but not anything that would tear us apart.

I said a silent prayer before closing my eyes.

I woke up very early to do the chores because I refused to hire a maid, I cleaned the house and prepared breakfast whilst Justin went to take a bath. I cleaned the bedroom then later took a bath and I joined him for breakfast.

‘Good morning.’ He said when I settled into my chair

‘Good morning.’ I greeted back

‘About last night…’ he began

‘I am all ears.’ I told him

‘You know I love you, right?’ he asked

‘Love is not the issue here, just get to the main point.’ I told him as I sipped on my tea

‘Can’t you for once just let down your high horse and at least reason with me like an adult?’ he asked in a calm voice

I put my mug cup down, in situations like these I remembered my mother’s words, and may her soul rest in peace.

‘Feli never raise your voice at your husband, no matter what humble yourself.’ She would say

I looked at him before responding as if calculating my words when in actual sense I was just dealing with my anger.

‘Babe, you wake me up in the middle of the night; tell me about a woman you impregnated back in school and accuse me of being barren then you talk to me about love?’ I asked making sure to sound numb

‘Sweetheart you know I did not call you barren.’ He told me

‘You didn’t have to spell it out, I read between your words.’ I told him picking up the mug cup with green tea.

‘Felicia I am not your enemy and I will never be one, we have come too far to allow such petty issues to come between us.’ He told me

‘It’s not petty if it’s causing you and your mother to be on each other’s throats.’ I told him holding his hand

‘I do not know what to do any more, do we really need a child?’ he asked me with a smile

I couldn’t respond, he knew just how to penetrate through me.

‘We have been happy, we can just leave the country and start all over elsewhere.’ He told me

‘And your family name?’ I asked

‘That baby making machine Priscilla can take over.’ He told me

I couldn’t help but laugh.

Justin’s mother had trouble conceiving, she only got pregnant six years after getting married and when she finally did it was hard to keep the pregnancy. She was in and out of hospital and the doctors had said that one of them wouldn’t make it if a forced abortion wasn’t done, but she wanted the baby so much and when he finally came she dedicated the rest of her life to him in the process abandoning her husband.

He came back home one evening with a tiny baby in his hands, she did not ask questions but took in the child as her own but little Priscilla grew up to be the opposite of the entire family. She had made headlines at an early age and had given birth to two kids at the age of twenty two both with different fathers.

‘Priscilla is not that bad.’ I told him as I cleared the table

‘I grew up with her, I know her like the palm of my hand.’ He told me spanking my bum

‘Babe.’ I screamed out turning to face him

‘Feli child or no child; what I feel for you is beyond me. I could never stop loving you even if I chose to.’ He told me kissing my forehead

‘I love you husband of my youth.’ I told him

‘We kissed for a while before locking up and getting into our separate cars.

My husband was a consultant under Ministry of Lands and I was an executive officer for the office of the vice president, our lives were perfect but the issue of the baby was slowly getting to me.

I drove into my parking space and dialed Justin’s number, he picked up on the first ring.



‘Miss me already?’

‘You have some lipstick on your lips.’

‘Wait, is that why that deal has failed, they must think I am a womanizer.’

‘Babe I am so sorry.’

‘Got you, I always move with my handkerchief courtesy of my lady.’

I couldn’t help but smile, God was I blessed.

‘Have a beautiful day.’ He told me

‘Even better knowing I have you.’ I said before walking out of my car

I wasn’t ready for this, how would I tell my husband that I was planning on resigning because my supervisor saw nothing but prey when he looked at me.


I sighed as I looked at the boardroom door, the meeting was scheduled for 5minutes and even though I wasn’t doing any presentations I knew that one of the permanent secretaries Mr. Mtonga; would do his best to make sure that my presence was noticed. Rumor had been going around in our offices that I was his new girlfriend and I knew trying to justify myself would be like trying to clean off wet mud – it only makes it dirtier.

I slide the glass door and everyone was in their positions. I walked slowly and found myself a spot with the other executive officers.

‘Felicia over here.’ I heard a familiar voice; it was the vice president Mrs. Wane Musoni herself and there was no way I was going to refuse.

I dragged my feet to where she was and I could see how Mr. Mtonga was now smiling because we were now facing each other.

‘Good morning, without wasting much time let’s get to the issue at hand.’ The other PS said

We all opened our files and there were photos of the Inspector General of Police in a compromising situation with a lady I didn’t recognize.

‘What you have in your hands are pictures of the IG and as you can see, they are not pleasing.’ He said as he connected his projector, the images now on the screen.

‘Who has any idea who the girl is?’ he spoke after a slide show of the images

There was silence in the room.

‘Just as I thought.’ He said

‘She is the daughter to the commissioner of police – Kenya.’ The vice president spoke out

We all turned to look at her.

‘The girl’s full names are Abasi Obiero, a student here at the University of Zambia. Her father trusted us with her and am sure all of us in here know the relationship that he has with the President, if this leaks, we are doomed.’ She continued

‘But ma’am, who is the other man on the picture?’ someone asked

‘Apparently that is her boyfriend and he is threatening to expose him if he doesn’t give him some money.’ The PS responded

‘Why not pay him off?’ my colleague and closest friend Lindile asked

‘If we pay him off, he will come back for more.’ I responded

‘That is true.’ The vice president responded

‘But why not get him arrested?’ Lindile asked

I noticed how Mr. Mtonga looked at her with irritation

‘We cannot have him arrested because he has not done anything wrong.’ The PS said

‘He is threatening the Commissioner of Police, isn’t it enough reason to have him arrested?’ Lindile asked again

‘No, it isn’t, if we arrest him on that account the media will want to know why he is being threatened.’ The PS responded

‘We take him down,’ the vice president said.

This is the part of my job that I hated, such decisions had to be made and it was a centralization kind of decision so none of us could do anything about it.

‘Or we can just have him deported, there should be something we can use against him before this matter gets out of hand.’ I told them

The vice president looked at me intently.

‘You look into him; I am giving you an hour to do so. If you find nothing, we are taking him down.’ She said before standing up

I could feel all eyes on me, the Vice President had a soft spot for me, if anyone else had wanted to go against her they would have been signing their termination letter right now.

We walked out of the boardroom after her, I was running out of time. I needed to get to my office so I could come up with something that would cause a loop hole on the boy, I didn’t want him being assassinated. Who knows the kind of future he had ahead of him, who were we to just shorten his life without such considerations?

I logged into my account and searched for him, it was true he was dating Abasi and it seems they had come a long way. Everything on the net showed he was genuinely in love with her, I searched through his birth files and got his home address.

Our office had officers everywhere in Africa so I called the ones in Kenya and asked them to talk to his family and friends. In a few minutes I got all the information I wanted and it was sad because he was the perfect child and the bread winner in his family.

I was defeated, I had wanted to help him but I couldn’t do anything about it. I walked to the Vice President’s office with my head held high, I was really hoping there was something we could do about it.

I signed in using my ID and the door unlocked, she was on the phone when I got in.

‘Felicia.’ She spoke out after dropping the landline

‘Please take a seat.’ She told me

‘Thank you, ma’am.’ I told her as I made myself comfortable

‘Coffee?’ she asked

Who would honestly want to drink coffee knowing that another person’s life was going to be taken?

‘No ma’am I am fine.’ I responded with sweaty palms

She stood up and pulled herself a cup, she was still a very beautiful woman, and at 45 she had no sign of aging on her skin.

She had been for the opposition party and stood up for presidency in the previous elections but had lost by 10points. We all thought she would stand again but was shocked when the president announced her as Vice President during his inauguration, it’s true what they say about politics being a game for the strong only.

‘You have been starring at me.’ She said awakening me from my thoughts

‘I keep wondering how you have been able to stay this beautiful.’ I told her honestly

‘A good personality is better than good looks, I would give up anything to have your character Felicia.’

She told me

To be continued

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