THE SECOND COMING– Chapter 3(IV)

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LAGOS, NIGERIA
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Ngozi walked into the living room with a tray on top which a pack of fruit juice lay and a glass cup.
“Welcome.” Dolapo said.
“Thank you my sister.” Ngozi replied as she dropped the tray on the stool, just beside the large photo album that stood on the stool.
“So, your husband is a whiteman?” Ngozi asked.
“Yes o my sister.” Dolapo replied.
“I have always had a feeling you’ll end up with a whiteman or an American black, the moment you left for the states that time. But someone thought contrarily.” Ngozi explained.
“Really? What give you the conviction that I will end up with a whiteman?” Dolapo asked laughing.
“Everything about you then. The way you carried yourself then also spoke a lot about how you will end up.” Ngozi explained.
“And what if I hadn’t left to live in America, will I still end up with a white man?” Dolapo asked.
“Well, in that case. He will have to come to Nigeria then. One way or the other, you must cross path.” Ngozi replied and the two women bursted into laughter.
Dolapo continued looking at the pictures and at the same time was sipping drink.
“You both look compatible.” She blurted out showing a picture where Ngozi was standing beside a pot bellied man at a function.
“Compatibility you say?” Ngozi asked sacarstically with a laugh.
“Of course. I think he is better than Uncle Tobiloba in every ways . True or false?”
Ngozi bursted into laughter in a bid to change the topic and successfully she did.
“What job does Dale do?” She asked.
Dolapo took a deep breathe. To say the truth, she had no deep knowledge about her husband’s daily activities or where he get money, but the faintest idea she got was that her father-in-law was a former governor of California.
“He works with the California state government, you know, being the son of a former governor.” Dolapo explained because that was what she was made to believe.
“That’s impressive. I think politics in America is on a new level unlike politics in other parts of the world. He should venture into politics and try run on the platform of the Democratic party. Running as a congressman is not a bad idea.” Ngozi explained.
Dolapo didn’t expect anything better, afterall, Ngozi was a politician’s wife.
“To be a politician in America, one must have neen through thousands of hurdles. Obama never found it easy, Joe Bidin had difficulties before he got became a Vice president, Hilary Clinton couldn’t bank of her husband, Bill Clinton’s name or antecedent to serve as the secretary of states, neither does family lineage push John Kerry till he got to where he currently is.” Dolapo explained like a real American who knew exactly what she was saying. And with the way she spoke, one would think she has lived all her life with those she mentioned. “Dale doesn’t have the charisma to be a congressman. Politics is not his thing.” She concluded.
“I did more than this when someone adviced me about talking my husband into joining politics. I was so sure about his ability not to perform as a politician, but see me today. The first lady to a Senate leader.” Ngozi replied.
“You mean you never supported your husband’s aspirations?”
“Like I have a choice. Whatever happened, I just have to give him my support as a good and loving wife, but deep down, I am not a supporter of his.” Ngozi said. “You know how much being a first lady comes with? On sundays when I have planned to sleep throughout, as a means to relieve myself the stress I went through during the week. That is when my publicity secretary will come to remind me of one dinner with the President’s wife. Then I will have to go to Abuja immediately to dine with the president’s wife and other Senator’s wives and governor’s wives. And the funniest part is that most of them don’t know me.” Ngozi concluded with a laugh.
Minutes later, the table was set and reluctantly, Dolapo had to abandon the pictures she was looking at to attend to her meal.
“You know, everyone at the police headquarters then expected you to get married to Clement after the death of his wife. Even Mike, you know him?” Ngozi said.
“Of course I do. Is he not the handsome young Sergeant then who was always at loggerheads with Late Sylvester. I saw some of his pictures there.” Dolapo replied.
“You are right.” Ngozi said with a laugh. “After you left for the states, he vowed that Clement would be joining you to make you his wife.” She added.

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