RONKE is nobodyâ€™s wife. She has never been married and doesnâ€™t want to get married. She has always insisted that she wasnâ€™t a wife material. She has her hand into several businesses including ordering items on her label abroad to be sold here in the country.
She lives next door to a young couple and her two kids eventually brought the two families together. â€œActually, her kids are a little bit older than mineâ€, explained Jemilat who is Ronkeâ€™s neighbour. â€œBut they are cute and well behaved. Ronke is a caring mother and her children never want for anything. Naturally, my kids like the company of Ronkeâ€™s children because they have lots of fun in their house. My husband and I arenâ€™t so lucky, wealth-wise.
â€œAnyway, as soon as I saw some of the things Ronke has to sell, I approached her that I would be interested in taking a few items to my office to see if I could get buyers and make some pin money. She said she did mostly wholesale but agreed to give me bits and pieces. You will be amazed at the type of money people have to buy what is usually termed â€˜luxuryâ€™.
Expensive plates, coolers, and mugs were snapped cash down. I was making good money , more than my salary and happy with it. Last year my first child was ten and we had a party for her – we could now afford to. Ronke was her generous self and gave her a big expensive cake.
I was really happy. During the party, I went to the kitchen to get a few things and Taju my husband and Ronke were conversing in the corridor. Taju playfully tweaked her nipple through her dress and she laughed mischievously. I was shocked.
There was never any clue to suggest that they could be anything but good friends. â€œI left the kitchen without taking the things I went in there to take, I was devastated.Â They never even noticed me and my first reaction was to challenge her but an inner voice called me to order, when I saw the wonders in my daughterâ€™s eyes as she looked at her cake.
Then, I quickly reminded myself of all the good things we had enjoyed from Ronke. So what if my husband was screwing her?Â It was little price to pay for all the good things she has done for us. She is a successful woman and nearing fifty.
My husband is not even forty yet. Marriage for both of them is just out of the question. He is so randy anyway that he needs another woman to satisfy him.
Heâ€™s had a lot of casual flings, why not this one that will benefit all the family?â€
Desmond said heâ€™d suspected all along that his wife was sleeping with her boss but didnâ€™t have any proof until two years ago, when his wife insisted he put in a bid for a contract he wasnâ€™t qualified for.
â€œSo my wife was on the panel of the interviewers but only as a secretaryâ€, he said. â€œThe contract was for the supply of six staff buses – all new with costs running into millions.
Getting a good bank to finance such a project wouldnâ€™t be a problem if we had the contract letter – but how easy would that be? Big firms and financially stable men were not only bidding, they were throwing very juicy bribes to make sure they were favourably considered.
â€œMy bid was half hearted and I nearly passed out when my wife brought the letter of contract and included was a certain percentage of the contract value as `up-frontâ€™ payment. I was jittery. I told my wife I didnâ€™t pile on the contract fee to make allowance for the kick-back that was expected. She said I shouldnâ€™t worry.
That the chairman owed her a favour and he was paying back by being so nice to us. â€˜I told him we were broke and this is his way of helpingâ€™. So what could I do? Throw up tantrum and shun the favour Mr. Chairman was returning?
â€œThanks to that leg-up the chairman gave us, we made very impressive profits. I tried to find out what was going on but didnâ€™t want to rock the boat. The few contracts Iâ€™d had before then couldnâ€™t feed a dog, let alone the family. Thanks to my wifeâ€™s job, our two kids didnâ€™t suffer but my self-esteem had taken a dangerous slide.
From the grape-vine, I heard this chairman was a widower who was not keen on re-marrying. His kids were abroad and he could come and go as he pleased. My wife did most of the shopping for his house and was always there to see to one repair or the other.
Official duties on the face of it, but that gave them ample time to frolic to their heartsâ€™ content. The cat was finally let out of the bag the day my wife went to the bossâ€™ house only to meet a rival sheâ€™d warned the chairman to send packing.
The woman couldnâ€™t stand my wife either and decided to sort things out with her when she called. The rival was much younger and single – my wife was a married woman. But that didnâ€™t stop her from threatening her rival when the rival casually went to the bedroom.
Heated argument eventually resulted to fisticuffs. The type that would give the Jerry Springer show a good run for its money! By the time her rival was through with her, my wifeâ€™s clothes were in shreds and lover boy didnâ€™t take sides – he let them slug it out amongst themselves.
â€œMy mobile pinged with a message that I should check my wifeâ€™s clothes when she came and ask her what happened. I tried calling the number and was told it was a business centre; the sender of the message had left.
When my wife came home, wearing different clothes from the ones she left the house in, she told me she had to fire an incompetent staff who became violent.
It was much later that I got details of the fight from one of the accountsâ€™ staff who Iâ€™m often nice to so I could get my cheques out in time.
The clothes my wife came in with were from the ones she kept in the chairmanâ€™s house! â€œI havenâ€™t asked my wife what is going on with her boss and I donâ€™t intend to ask. The contracts still come in and Iâ€™m able to meet my financial obligations. Iâ€™m not exactly a saint and have been unfaithful for as long as Iâ€™ve been married – even with married women!
So, if an influential man finds a mother-of-three attractive and hot enough to have an affair with, who am I to complain when itâ€™s more than worth my while?! â€œ