20 Years later

I sat across the President of our country, he wanted me to take down notes as he effortlessly conducted the meeting. It was a big meeting comprising of heads of states of West African countries. I crossed my legs and re-crossed it each time the president stared at me. It was always for a brief moment but I knew he loved the game. We have been at this for almost 2 years now. I met him when I was 15years old, he was not the president then. He was the Governor of my state – Kango state and he came to my school to launch the new buildings. He saw me as I stood at the corner unnoticed carrying the tray which had the scissors in it. My mind had travelled to far away land dreaming of my happy days as a baby bird with no worry on earth. He nudged me a little and asked for the scissor while the whole school gaped at my lack of attention to the opening ceremony.

The teacher closest to me whispered.

“After this ceremony go knee down at my office. Stupid girl.”

‘She will do no such thing.” The Governor’s voice boomed.

So he heard, I thought to myself.

“So sorry your excellency, I just wanted to discipline her for not paying attention. That’s all.” The female Teacher said sweetly.

“Hmmm, let her see me after the ceremony.” The Governor said and with that he continued with the ceremony.

My heart skipped, I was in for it I thought. Until his aides came for me. I was ushered into his air-conditioned vehicle where I sat like a mouse waiting to be swallowed by a big cat.

“How are you?” His voice boomed again.

‘fin fi fine?” I asked. I was doomed, he would so punish me I thought.

“You looked amazing, the colour white suits your dark skin. And are you from Northern part of the Country. You have such beautiful and long hair.” He said caressing my hair.

I was speechless.

“Your family is Kabran, I hear you are the youngest daughter.”  He said.

“Yes.” I whispered.

“Lets’ have lunch, you look hungry.” The Governor said.

Before I could utter a word, the car sped off.

“My bag.” I gasped.

“We have it here.” He responded.

I settled in and enjoyed the ride in silence. I looked at the scenery as we drove past the Government reserve area. I had never been to that part of town. But it surprisingly looked the same like the rest of town save for the massive gate and hedges which barricaded each house.

I alighted from the vehicle and walked majestically like I always did. The Governor was ahead of me, he was so smart and he looked so young like a school boy who was given a massive responsibility. Inside the house was like a castle, the antique looked unique. I did not know much about it and refrained from touching them.

 

He stopped all of a sudden when he noticed my hesitation. “What’s your favourite food?” He asked.

“Pounded yam and banga soup.” I said without thinking.

“We shall eat it then.”

His aides ran around for a few minutes before he ushered me to the dining hall. The room was massive and I couldn’t fathom how one person would eat here all alone. I walked carefully and slowly towards him. He held my hands and the doors of the dining room suddenly slammed shut. He lifted me up and placed me on the large ebony dining table. He touched me ever so lightly on my legs, then his hands moved upwards till it got to my thighs. I felt a sensation that I have never felt before. It was like having a slice of an ice cream cake.

He pulled my pants out softly and he touched me ever so lightly, gently and slowly until I could take it no more. I screamed as I shattered into a million pieces. And that was how we began.

My juice tricked down my pants as I thought of our erotic moments together. I was wearing a G-string, something he loved to peep at. It was an adventure for me and a game for him. The meeting ended and I made to leave but his eyes pinned me down until a colleague whispered into my ears and I giggled. The expression on his face changed at that moment but he couldn’t pay too much attention to me.  He was being addressed by his fellow heads of states. I smiled at his countenance and walked out of the room.

I heard a knock on my office door a few minutes after I settled in.

“Come in.” I said.

There was no response. I walked to the door and opened it, there was no one by the corridor except an envelop it read “Miss Jade Kabran”

I opened it, it was an invitation card, customized with my name on it. It read: 

“Do me the honours, be my woman and my guest tonight. I have taken the liberty to put a dress for tonight in your house.” 

Yours J.M. 

It was not from my President, It was from another president, he was my president’s best friend. I had a beep on my phone, it was an alert with a lot of money, I knew it was from the same person. I shook my head and undo my shirt buttons revealing my bra. I heaved, this was too much. My pencil skirt and heels felt uncomfortable and I was about taking them off when my door flung open. It was my president, he rushed at me. He kissed me as if my mouth would provide him air to breath. He pulled my skirt up, and raised me on the table where he took me there and then. Afterwards, I looked at my well sculpted face on my little mirror, the makeup was intact, I looked rosy and my eyes were bright. I reached an orgasm and he knew it.

“My friend wants you, I can’t stop you but I can offer you a more juicy position here, as the minister of finance. Because I want you to stay with me. This is where you belong with me right here and you can become the next female president at the age of 28. Please stay with me.” He said.

I was speechless.

“Can I at least think about it? People will talk, it is not right.” I said.

He left and the next day the Minister of finance was relieved of her appointment. I heard my name on the TV, no, my parents called me to tell me the news, They said they heard it on the TV. I laughed in disbelief until I received more congratulatory   text messages.

My door bell rang, I opened the door, it was my parents, they came to apologise, they wanted us to see regularly. I laughed out loud.

They were confused, they couldn’t understand why I laughed.

“I am an accidental child, remember? None of you wanted me. Why do you want me now? Its obvious you want the pride and wealth and not me. I am with someone who wants me for me. Now get out.” I yelled.

I had a wide smile of satisfaction plastered on my face. I had waited 20years to let out my anger and frustration and even if I was a woman of little words my actions said it all.

 

I was now Jade Kabran, the Minister of Finance, the lover of the President and the envy of all women out there at the age of 20years. I knew I still had more to achieve in the coming years.

Cheers!

By floramichaels

Hi, I am Flora Ngo-Martins. I love writing and I am passionate about fashion, stories, news and food. Sometimes I get a little bit serious but that's alright, I can also be mischievous. I also like to analyse stuffs people do and sometimes judge.*wink* Most of all, I love to influence the lives of people positively and tell people's stories from a totally different perspective. Feel free to contact me if you have any suggestions or....

One thought on “The Accidental Child (Part 2)”
  1. Her journey to the top is quite accidental and admirable save been used as a sex slave to attend same.Women should not be used so as to qualify them for political gains or otherwise.May they also develope the will power to resist such wicked act. Men indulged in such act,should give it up.good day.

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