Must Read: Daughter Of A Beggar - Season 1 - Episode 6

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Must Read: Daughter Of A Beggar - Season 1 - Episode 6

“You see the handiwork of the Almighty God. His ways are
mysterious and wondrous to understand. See what the lord has
done and it is marvelous in our eyes!” she says and recalls the
circumstances of the love story of Sule and Hadiyat.

“Sule will be overjoyed to see you and his child. We will take you
to his office in Lawanson. I hope you still remember
Lawanson?”
Hadiyat nods. She is somehow embarrassed by the crowd of
witnesses and other onlookers who have now being told the
intimate experience of her life as an Arab beggar girl with her
parents and younger brothers under the flyover. The sooner she
leaves the scene, the better. To save herself and her innocent
child from public embarrassment.

“Mama, I want to go and see Sule now. I have my car there,”
Hadiyat says and points in the direction of the car she has
parked across the major road by the flyover.

The old woman beams in utter amazement of the exciting event
she is witnessing. Many of the touts who know Sule volunteer to
escort Hadiyat to Sule’s office, but the old woman prefers to do
so herself since she wants to take the credit for the service.

Because, she is sure that Sule will reward her handsomely. But,
one stubborn tout insists on coming along and the old woman
obliges. The return of Hadiyat with the child she has born for
Sule becomes the topic of the place.

“She must really love Sule to have come back with his child.

God is wonderful.”
“Sule is lucky.”
“That boy has always been very ambitious.

That is why he is a
big man today while his fellow mates are still touts at different
bus stops in Lagos.”
“They will marry.”
“How I wish, I would be as lucky as Sule.”
SULEIMAN LAWAL & ASSOCIATES
Solicitors and Advocates
Is boldly written on a wooden signboard at the gate of a two-
storey building just in front of Lawanson Bus Stop and Motor
Park in Surulere. It is only a ten minutes drive from the Stadium
Bus Stop. So, if there is no traffic congestion, one can get there
within ten minutes.

Barrister Suleiman Lawal is a tall and well-built young man. He
is handsome, clean-shaven and looks imposing in stature,
because of his six footer’s height. The black and white lawyer’s
suit fits him to a tee.

He is picking up some papers from the desk and putting them
into his portfolio and at the same time discussing with one of his
principal partners.

Another young attorney he calls Tunde.

“Thank God, today is Friday. I am just tired to do any more
work,” says Tunde and scratches his forehead with the index
finger of his left hand.

“Speak for yourself. From here, I am going to the Lagoon
Restaurant on Victoria Island for the business dinner,” says
Sule.
“Sule, because of that black and beautiful Ibo Princess, abi?”
says Tunde with a grin and raises his right thumb.
“Princess Lillian Sharon?”
“Yes.”
Sule breaks into a popular Yoruba song that the masked
musician “Lagbaja” has made popular.
“Baby, ti ani ko fe wa, sugomu.
Kaka ko fe wa, olofe Dokita, alabere…”
“You mean Barrister Lillian is playing hard to get?” asks Tunde.

“She is too ambitious. She thinks I am not rich enough,” says
Sule.
“She misses you, she will miss a great fortune,” says Tunde.
“Many of these girls are myopic. Dem no dey see far,” says Sule
half in common English and the rest in “Pidgin” English.
“You know them too well my friend. And they are the losers
when the cookie crumbles,” laughs Tunde.
“You know, she is the self-crowned “Princess of the Nigerian
Bar”. She is looking for a Bill Gates,” says Sule.

“But, you are not desperate for a wife. After all, your sweetheart
Funmilola still comes to spend weekends in your home,” says
Tunde.

“She is an angel. And very humble, in spite of her wealthy
family,” remarks Sule.

“The daughter of Otunba Olaloyeaiye! She is ready made. Marry
her and you are secured for life,” Tunde says commendingly.

“I am considering her seriously. Such a marriage will open more
doors for us and new accounts to take us to the next level,” Sule
says and shakes hands with Tunde.

“Of course!”
“Tunde let us go to this dinner together. It is a plus if you come
along.”
“The shafts of my car need attention. And my mechanic is
coming for it at 6pm. So, I am taking a cab home.”
“C’mon Tunde. That’s a lame duck excuse.

Let us go together
and enjoy ourselves. And I think it’s time you get a new car.”
“From where? From the moon? Where is the dole?”
“Tunde, the time has come for us to spoil ourselves a little as
they say at the Nicon Hilton in Abuja. We deserve some respect
among our peers in Lagos. So, tomorrow, see Oluwole Motors
and give them deposit for two Toyota Prado jeeps.”
“Sule? You are joking! Stop teasing me oh!”
“Teasing you? I am damn serious my brother.

Are we not the
two principal partners of this chamber?”
Tunde nods affirmatively.