My Boss Wife - S01 E07

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My Boss Wife - S01 E07

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coming home for lunch today my love.”

My husband said the morning of the next day

as he and Odin were leaving for school and

office respectively.

“Thanks honey, I love you.”

“I love you too, my love.”

“Oh, my baby, wait.” I rushed bringing his

food flask.

“Daddy, I love my mummy though I know

something about the bomb blast she doesn’t

know.”

“Wow! I love my baby too.”

Smiled smoothed my face as I waved them

goodbye. My husband always kept his words,

whether on personal or official terms. I know

him to be a strict and diligent man who loves

to work and work himself almost to death but

he is proving to me that he can still love me

as he goes about his work. He’s keeping his

word and I’m happy that I’m with the man of

my life.

Going back inside the house, I picked up my

phone only to see twelve missed calls.

Busayo had been trying my number. I called

her immediately.

“Hello.” She said as she sobbed.

“What is it Busayo? Stop crying and speak to

me.”

“This is the worst thing that has happened to

me in all my life.”

“Speak to me Bussy-baby and clean those

tears.”

“You won’t believe what has just happened to

me.”

“Speak to me first dear.”

“It’s heavy on my mouth, I can’t speak.”

“I’m coming to your house immediately.”

I rushed to the bathroom, showering and

wearing a kente gown. Driving fast out of the

gate, almost hitting the gateman, I sped my

way through to Busayo’s house.

“You are already here.” She said as tears

flowed down from her eyes.

“Stop crying Bussy-baby and speak to me.”

“You know what? Peter’s wife drove to this

house and rained curses on my head.”

“Was he married?”

“That bastard has shattered and battered my

life. I trusted him, sharing my life and body

with him and the reward I gain is a million

naira.”

“What are you saying? Tell me something.”

“He told me the wedding can no longer hold.

He’s sorry for playing with my life but he

can’t marry me. He has a wife and family

overseas; he’s going back to them. I should

better my life with the money. He would keep

in touch.”

“What rubbish is that?”

“I tore the cheque in his presence; he thinks I

gave him my life in exchange for money. Men

cannot be trusted at all.”

“Except my Raymond, I can trust him with

everything in the world.”

“I can give my consent to that. Ray is such a

rare breed, a man of integrity and industry.”

As I was trying to calm Busayo down, my

phone beeped. It was my husband.

“Hello honey.”

“Yes my love, please I need to take a flight to

the Federal Capital Territory.”

“For what again? I’m not ready to lose you

ooo.”

“Don’t worry; you would not lose me my

love.”

“That’s alright honey.”

“I love you.” He said. “I love you too.” I

responded.

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“The intentions of Mr. President are perfect

and must prevail.”

“I beg to contradict Honorable Senator of the

Federal Republic.”

“Contradict the purposes of Mr. President?

Are you out of your senses?” Senator

Ogundipe bellowed at my husband.

“I am so sorry if that’s how it would seem

Senator.” My husband responded calmly,

apologizing.

“You mean you want to shatter the

consensus of the Grand Democratic Party?”

“As the Chairman of the Nations Electoral

Commission, I cannot work according to the

President’s directives as far as they

contradict the foundational tenets of this

commission. I must adhere strictly to the

fundamental principles, Honorable Senator.

There are no two ways about it.”

“Do you know that you were put in as the

chairman of the commission because the

president thought you will comply accordingly

so as to be made the Minister of Finance

after the elections?”

“If that’s the dividend of a corrupt electoral

process, I prefer not to be part of it Senator.”

“Do you know your actions bespeak your

removal from office?” The senator said to my

husband, shaking his head in annoyance.

“If that’s the price of integrity, I gladly

accept it as my fate.” My husband said

without much ado.

“Mr. Raymond, do you know what you are

saying?”

“I mean every one of my word, Honorable

Senator.”

“Get out from my office before I incur the

wrath of the president.”

“I’m really sorry if my words have grossly

infuriated you Senator, I’m only trying to work

according to laid down principles.”

“Principles my shit, get out from my office,

you ingrate.”

Instead of arguing further, my husband went

out before the Senator invited the security to

embarrass him out of his office.

Two weeks after, my husband was the topic

of all the headlines in all the National dailies.

By the grace of God, he was the only

survivor in an assassination attempt. The

Vice-Chairman of the Nation’s Electoral

Commission who was with him in our house

was shot dead in my presence. What saved

my husband was that the assassins mistook

his deputy for him. I was talking with him and

they thought he was my husband. He was

the only one shot. The rest of us were

threatened but no bullets penetrated our

bodies.

What did Senator Ogundipe did thereafter? He

certainly knew that he had done the most

dreaded thing just on the week before the

nation’s primaries. He quickly notified the

president who, with him, tried to placate my

husband and the entire electoral commission.

There were lots of condolence and

consolation gifts from the office of the

President, the office of Senator Ogundipe and

the office of many other high dignitaries of

the Grand Democratic Party. My husband

wanted to sue Senator Ogundipe but he had

no evidence to justify the assassination, so I

advised him to keep his fingers crossed.

During the burial of the vice-chairman of the

Nation’s Electoral Commission, many people

were in attendance. The President, Senator

Ogundipe and many senators and governors

of the Federal Republic were present. During

his eulogy, Senator Ogundipe said: “Though

we erring mortals fail to understand, God

works through our death to bring us glory.”

He spoke like a saint and I admired his words

but I watched him seething in rage because

in the Federal Republic, people kill everyday

and keep on living like everything is just

perfect.

During the primaries, my husband tried as

much as possible and I can say that the

elections were free, fair and transparent. But

when the main elections came, the surprise

that blew my head was the fact that all

those working in the electoral commission

seemed bought and the elections went just

as not planned by my husband. The main

elections were completely rigged and Mr.

President, Senator Ogundipe and those

stamped by the president were elected as

governors, senators and chairmen of the local

governments. Though my husband was not

part of the rigging, he was appointed the

Minister of Finance. I persuaded him to

accept the offer and let bygones be bygones

but he refused. Two weeks later, he was shot

dead while on his way to the office.