Tiit For Tat - S02 E16

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Tiit For Tat - S02 E16

Read Story: SEASON 2 EPISODE 16

{Rosaline’s Point Of View }

~~In Ghana~~

As you are already aware , I went to Ghana to stay with my brother after escaping from Zolabin and his thugs. After so many attempts to call my brother I finally reached him on a mobile phone. He told me about his gang activities and how he now had the full backing of Toby after he rescued him from the claws of death in Zolabin’s gangs.

Feeling very happy that justice was imminent, I ask him if I could come to Ghana. Hmmm. My dear reader, if you know how my brother vehemently opposed that idea, you will sympathize with me.

He said it wouldn’t be prudent for me to come back to Nigeria.

“Why, brother, Why?” I asked him quite tearfully.

He told me if I come back home to Nigeria, his attention would be divided and distracted because he had to devout part of his efforts to protect me and part to continue seeking justice. He said my coming to Nigeria would make me a target to Zolabin again. I understood his argument very well but I thought if I will remain in Ghana for long.

He told me about the cases brought to him by his gang and how they coordinatedto seek justice to the victims. I was particularly afraid when he told me about case #5 and how Tabuki came in the nick of time to teleport them home.

Something else happened that made me forget my desire to return to Nigeria. I’m sure you knew it. I was in love with the governors son.

Gerald had not allowed the big gap in our social status to become a big issue in our relationship. He was down to Earth and the more U interacted with him, the more I loved him.

It seemed my love for him kept increasing day by day and night by night. Perhaps it was understandable. He was my first true love and no girl ever forget her first true love. It was a love I promised to hold on forever. I went to Ghana as a nobody but by virtue of love , I became a very important person just because I was the Fiancée to the Governor’s Son. Now I walked with Ambassadors, Diplomats, Ministers of states,Mps.

When I got close to the people at the corridors of powers I realised power is sweet. Politics is dangerous but power is sweet. No wonder African Leaders don’t like leaving power.

Gerald, the Governor’s son told me about his own life including his failed relationships. He said most ladies followed him because of his father’s status and fame, not love. He talked about one particular girl called Robineve whom He described as a snake under grass. From the way he talked about her, it was unequivocally clear he loved her. Love never hides.

According to Plato, “At the touch of love everyone becomes a poet.” But sometimes it’s hard to find the words to describe that feeling of love. Whether you’re in the throes of a blossoming romance, or trying to let your spouse know how much they mean to you.To me, love is best expressed through actions and I can guarantee you, Gerald was a perfect lover.

Being the son of the Governor, it had a trickling down effect on me. Afterall of you associate with Eagles, there is a high possibility that you will develop eagle- like tendencies.

***

As expected my encounter with

Gerald had afforded me the rare opportunity to know certain places of interest in Ghana that even some poor natives of Ghana may not visit until they die.

We visited places like One2One at the Mövenpick Hotel to drink a cocktail, eat some snacks and light meals.That newly refurbished chic bar has ushered in a new era of sophisticated socialising. The

Mövenpick hotel itself reflects the contemporary style and a sense of luxury.We also had leisure at SkyBar 25.

It is a members-only rooftop venue at the top of one of Ghana’s highest buildings, the Alto Tower, in the Villagio Vista complex. It’s made up of a bar, restaurant and rooftop pool but politicians have executive privileges and and could go anyway without restrictions.

I couldn’t missed out the live bands at Rockstone’s Office. We often went there to see some local and visiting bands play live. Weekends are always happening, often with booming hiplife playing into the wee hours of the morning. Their terrace is a great spot for sipping cocktails and people watching.

I don’t want to bore you with all of them but I went to at least 125 places of interest in Accra alone.

***

I was so engrossed in this weekend pleasures that I forgot about my past sufferings. Early the next morning around 6.00 a.m, I woke up and decided to watch TV. There was a documentary on women empowerment. Part of the message said, “……..Women and girls make up more than half the world’s population — and they are on the frontlines, often more deeply affected than men and boys by poverty, climate change, food insecurity, lack of healthcare, and global economic crises.

Their contributions and leadership are central to finding solutions, yet persistent discrimination prevents them from living up to their potential. Only one in five Parliamentarians worldwide are female; women earn 23% less than men on global average, and at least one in three women and girls are subjected to physical or sexual violence in their lifetimes…….”

“Kor, kor, kor” came a knock. I rushed to the door and there he was, Gerald. I smiled broadly and asked him to come in.

“Coming to me early in the morning was quite unusual of you,”I said to him gleely.

Succinctly, he said, “I know but sometimes life pull a surprise on us when we least expected it.”

I was quite surprised he sounded philosophical. I had an intuition something was eating her up. He turned and gazed at my bossom.

Realised dawned on me I was still in my night gown.

I was still in my night gown. Gerald was in jeans and T-shirt with the inscription ” I AM READY ” emblazoned on the T-shirt.

As if in line with that inscription,Gerald whispered in my ear as he grabbed my inner thigh and slowly started moving his hand in the direction of my Private part.

He began to kiss me passionately. His lips were soft and gentle. Instantaneously, I let out a soft moan and wrapped my arms around his neck. He gently pushed me onto the couch and climbed on top of me, kissing me the whole time. He lifted my night gown.

I had my eyes closed and felt his lips move from my mouth to my neck and slowly made his way down the contours of my bre*st.

He spotted the cleavage between them and explore it. A moan escaped from my mouth. I urged him on and directed him into my pleasure pool.

Things seemed to be harmonizing when he suddenly snapped out of the quagmire of ecstasy and said,

” I can’t do it now.

Why, I asked rather disappointed.

After what seemed like a decade, he said something that rock me and shocked me to the bone.

“I’m going back to Nigeria, Rosy.”

When Gerald announced to me that he was going back to Nigeria, my past sufferings which were hidden under a pile of joy resurfaced.

“I’m sorry Rosaline,” he said.

“So….is that it. The …the ..The end of our relationship?” I asked.

He said, “I can’t tell, Rosaline. If I have my way, I will take you along with me to Nigeria but it’s my parents. They won’t agree. My father said we leave in three hours time. His private plane will be ready by then.”

” I’m sure I will see you soon.”

Without saying another word he left.

What happened next?