Madam Joke moved into our house, her house too, with her daughter, Lola. My father was very alive and happy with his new wife. I got angry many time when I see the way they whispered inaudible sounds into each other's ear. Later, it turned into an admixture of feelings; jealousy and hatred. I asked,"Why should he marry? Why is he happy? Didn't he love mama? What makes Madam Joke different from mama?" I asked myself and thought for long. After sometime, I rested my pain and tried to look forward to a better and hopeful future.
Madam Joke was nice as best as she could. She ran a busy local restaurant. Lola was always assisting at the restaurant after school. Her presence at the restaurant usually attracts patronage especially male customers. Lola is attractive. Her bosom is alluring as her backside. She complements all these with an unblemished fair skin.
My dad, Mr Bright popularly called Oga Bright worked in a textile company as a store manager. We owned a two-room apartment. My father and his wife in one and Lola in the other. I sleep in the sitting- room. I was initially frustrated by this but soon adapted to the new situation. Although I had my things in the same room with Lola. It took some months before we could relate properly in the house. She lost her dad when she was born and since then she had been the major task of her mother.
Lola joined me in my school. We went to school together. At first , it was akward for me but soon I started acting well as she was also a nice and lively girl. Everyone especially se big boys who came to confirm my real relationship with Lola. The bottomline of it all was that they were enchanted by her lively looks. Suddenky, I started seeing her in a strange way...I started admiring...liking and loving her. I looked her several times assessibg her " tributes". I was already fallen...defeated by her beauty...
To be continued
