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Man must survive, as the saying goes.

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Turning Point


Tunde is a young promising man with rosy life. With connections, he is able to secure a good appointment. Things seemingly remain rosy but there is a thorn in his flesh that needs to be expunged. This can only happen when he reaches a turning point.





Toyin Olorunsola


The story is an adaptation of A Thorn in the Flesh by Tony Sunkan
(c) copyright, 2023


All rights reserved. No part of this book can be copied, duplicated, replicated or reproduced in any form without the express permission of the author.











It was my ringing phone that woke me up. At first, I ignored it, but it kept ringing. Oh, why was it that I would not be allowed to have my peace? The persistence became annoying, so I picked it up. Maybe I should switch it off after answering the call. The caller ID revealed the name to be Funmi. Now, who was Funmi? I had many ladies' names on the phone, many of who I couldn't remember how they looked like until I saw them. Funmi was probably just one of them.

'Hello?' I said into the mouthpiece.

'Hello. Is that Tunde?'

'Yes, please.'

'This is Funmi, the lady you gave a ride at Barracks bus stop, yesterday.'

I instantly became wide awake. Now, I remembered Funmi.

'Yeah,' I said. 'How're you?"

'Fine. Just called to say hello.'

'Good of you.' I remembered her clearly now. Just yesterday, on my way from the club at Victoria Island, I saw her standing a bit off the Barracks bus stop at Surulere, Lagos. The slow traffic made me to see her on time as she stood by the road side. She briefly waved the car down and I stopped. She was going to Maryland while I was on my way home here in Ikeja. I had given her lift, chatted briefly with her, gave her my number and got hers.

I checked the clock in the bedroom and was amazed that it was already past nine.

'Are you busy this morning, Funmi?' I asked.

'Not exactly.'

What did that mean? It was either yes or no.

'Okay, can you make it to my house? I want to treat you nicely.'

There was a short pause. 'You mean this morning?'

'I mean, now.'

Another short pause. 'Okay. What's the address?'

'215 Egunjobi Street, Ikeja G.R.A.'

'Okay, I'll come.'

I smiled to myself. 'Good, I'll be expecting you.'

I disconnected the line, yawned and stood up from the bed. I was at home today because I had earlier experienced some stomach upset. When mummy came to my room and still saw me tucked in bed, she had asked if I would not be going to work. My answer was that I had stomach ache. She had urged me to eat well and send Esther to buy some drugs. Then she had left the house for her business.




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She had urged me to eat well and send Esther to buy some drugs. Then she had left the house for her business.

Daddy didn't know I was at home, and would probably not know until much later. At twenty-four, I was a graduate of electrical engineering of two years, and had been working at dad's architectural firm for about a year, right after my NYSC. Now, don't ask me the relevance of electrical engineering to architecture. That was where daddy wanted me to work.

I left the bedroom for the bathroom. The slight ache had gone and I could indulge in whatever caught my fancy. I was brushing my teeth, preparatory to taking my bath, when a knock sounded on the bedroom door. With a towel tied at my waist, and the brush still in my mouth, I went to check who was knocking.

'Sorry, uncle,' Esther said. 'A lady is asking of you.'

'A lady? What's her name?'

'She said Funmi.'

So fast? But then, I remembered that Maryland wasn't far from where I lived.

'Alright. Tell her to sit in the sitting-room downstairs. I'll soon be joining her.'

I went back to complete brushing my teeth, had my bath and wore jeans and t-shirt. I sprayed Hugo Boss perfume and went downstairs to meet my guest.

'Hello, Funmi,' I greeted. 'Sorry to keep you waiting.'

'Hi. It's okay.'

'Oh, please, what can I offer you?'

She shrugged. 'I'm okay for now.'

'Oh, no,' I said quickly. 'You're my guest and I should treat you right. Esther!'

'I'm coming,' Esther answered back.

I sat comfortably on the seat next to Funmi. 'There's no way you'll come to my house and you'll not take anything.’

Esther soon came to the sitting-room.

'Get her something, for God's sake. Bring some juice in the fridge and a bottle of groundnuts.'

'Yes, uncle,' Esther answered and went to get the things I said she should get.

Unlike the previous night, I had a better view of Funmi, now. She was a pretty one that should be in her early twenties.

'Sorry, I didn't get what you said you were into the other time,' I told her.

She smiled briefly. 'I said I'm a student.'

'At where, and what 're you studying?'

'At Uniben. I'm studying Accounting. We're at home courtesy of ASUU strike.'

I nodded. Nigerian students were always at the mercy of many extraneous forces.

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Esther served her what I said she should be served.

'Get me a glass cup too', I told her.

Funmi and I chatted over the drinks.

About twenty minutes later, I told her it was better we continued our conversation in my room upstairs. She seemed not to be averse to the idea. I took her there.

'It's a nice room', she pointed out.

'Thank you.'

I switched on the flat screen, but was not interested in any of the channels. Rather, I inserted a flash to the flash drive. There were many movies on the disk, but the one of interest to me was an erotic film.

There was a sofa in my room. That was where Funmi sat, and that was where I sat too, close to her. We watched the movie in silence for a while. I could see that it put the two of us in the expected mood. My left hand encompassed her shoulders. It was noteworthy that she neither protested against my choice of movie nor my action of rubbing her shoulders.

The silence in the room continued, apart from the sound from the movie. I wasn't content with rubbing her shoulders. My right hand moved to her chest and caressed the boobs. Then, we started the kissing game. I copied the action from the movie. From kissing, the involvement got to the very peak of lust.

The act was over several minutes later.

'Thank you, very much, Tunde', she said. I accompanied her to the gate, waved her off and returned to the house.

'Esther,' I called the house maid.

She answered from her room, which was downstairs.

'What breakfast did you prepare?' I asked as soon as she cam

'I'm yet to prepare any breakfast.'

'Get me toasted bread and beverages,' I told her.

'Okay.'

I went back upstairs to my room. The video was still playing, this time around another erotic movie. I let it be and lie on the bed. Now that my ache had gone, I ought to go to work. The problem was I had no urge for work that day.

Several minutes later, Esther brought a tray of food inside. My breakfast was ready. She set the tray on a stool beside the bed. I sat up on the bed and drew the stool close to me.

'Have you eaten?' I asked her as I poured some tea from the jug to the mug.

'I'll eat when I get downstairs,' she replied.

I grinned. 'Why don't you join me?'

She smiled but did not say a thing. I had often played with her when nobody was around, or when we were together alone. It was the kind of play people would see as 'extreme'.

And what kind of play was that? I played with her boobs. I had never had sex with her (well, that meant I still had some decency), but I had fondled her breasts on some occasions. Why I was crazy about breasts in particular and sex in general was something inexplicable to me. Esther was our housemaid, yes, but I enjoyed teasing her nipples.

She was still hesitant. I pulled her to myself and placed her on my lap. I tried to imagine my mother barging in and seeing her sitting on my legs. I grinned at the thought. I would simply say I was playing with her.

She resigned herself to sitting where I had placed her to sit. She took one of the toasted bread. I took one too with my right hand while my second hand wrapped her waist.

'I don't like the way you're treating me,' she while munching the food. I was surprised to hear that. 'How was I treating you?'

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'I don't like the way you're treating me,' she while munching the food. I was surprised to hear that. 'How was I treating you?'

She paused as if considering how best to answer the question. I rubbed her waist.

'Come on, how am I treating you?'

'You're treating me like a baby.'

Esther was twenty. According to her, she had done her SSCE about three years ago and her reason for coming to do housemaid job was to work for a year in order to raise some money. My mum had promised to be of assistance if she behaved well.

Now, sitting on my lap, I believed she had behaved well enough to get whatever help mum wanted to give her.

'How am I treating you like a child?' I asked.

She didn't say a thing for many seconds. 'Because you brought a lady to your room.'

Now, I understood. I chuckled.

'That is it,' Esther said. 'You treated her like a lady, but treat me like a girl.'

I sighed and took some tea, bidding my time before I replied her. I knew what she was driving at but pretended not to.

'You need to tell me exactly what you mean,' I said.

'As a man, you should know,' she said.

I chuckled again. 'Okay. Since you won't tell me, I'll try to know.'

We ate in silence thereafter. I had refrained from going beyond handling her breasts for reasons not very clear to me. Esther was not like an average house maid/house girl. She was neat and presentable. Although she had a petite figure, she was busty. That was what attracted her to me in the first place. I loved ladies that were well-endowed. Now, with her accusation, I had to take a step further in the relationship, but I must be very careful. All the same, it appeared I was hesitant about taking a step further.

After the meal, she cleared the plates and took them to the kitchen downstairs. A couple of minutes later, she was back. I could see that she had changed clothes. She was now braless and was clad in spaghetti top and mini skirt. That way, she looked very sexy.

She stood at the doorway. ‘Are you still going to treat me like a girl, or you are ready to treat me like a lady?’ she asked, smiling.

I smiled too. ‘Come on, henceforth, I’ll treat you like a lady.’

She continued her smile, but remained at the doorway.

‘Please, come in,’ I said. ‘You’re welcome.’

Her smile became expansive as she moved inside. I stood up to meet her mid-way.

‘You’re looking gorgeous,’ I said.

‘Thank you.’

‘Besides, the fact is you’re very pretty.’

‘Hmn, hmn.’

I held her by the waist. On an impulse, I kissed her fully on the waiting lips. My hands moved from her waist to the jaunty boobs. She responded like somebody starving from that treatment. Surely, I had a handful of things to do.

After minutes of kissing and handling, I went a step further by moving my right hand to the mini skirt. I zipped it down and pulled it down. I wasn’t surprised she was pantie-less, for that would have constituted an encumbrance in a situation like this. I removed my clothing too.

‘Wait,’ she said. ‘I’m a virgin.’

I was surprised. Was that really true or was she just laying claim to that? ‘Are you serious?’

She nodded. I didn’t believe her but I didn’t say anything further. I lay her on the bed, spread her legs and got down to the real coital act with her. To my surprise, she was indeed a virgin. At twenty?

That was a rare case. I tried to be gentle with her and she replicated the act by tightly holding me as if that would ensure maximum delight. Several minutes later, we concluded our adventure. I could not really tell if I enjoyed it with her or not, but somehow, being the first time I would experience such, I felt Esther was unique among others.

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I could not really tell if I enjoyed it with her or not, but somehow, being the first time I would experience such, I felt Esther was unique among others.

She cleaned up.

‘You will need to buy some blood tonic to replace the blood you’ve lost,’ I said. ‘Let me give you money for the tonic.’

I knew she didn’t need any tonic, but I needed a reason to give her money.

I rolled some one thousand naira bills and gave them to her.

‘Thank you very much,’ she said.

‘It’s okay. Take care of yourself.’



I remained indoor for the remaining part of the day and could not go to the club as I had to give the impression that I wasn’t really feeling well since morning and had been forced to remain indoor. My mother was the first to come in about seven in the evening. She knocked at my door and came in.

‘How’re you, now?’ she asked, a little bit anxiously. She didn’t need to be. She had earlier called in the afternoon to know how I was and I had told her I was getting better.

‘So, how’re you now?’ she asked.

I grinned at her. ‘I’m okay now, mum.’

She sat on the sofa in the room beside me. I could understand why she loved to be caring, sometimes over caring. As the only child in the family, I was always receiving such care.

‘How was business today?’ I asked her. She was a clothing merchant that had become successful in her own way.

‘Business is fine and we thank God,’ she replied.

She was with me for some minutes before she left. Dad didn’t come home until few minutes to nine in the evening. By then, I had had my dinner and was watching movies. Esther came to tell me that he wanted to see me. I went to the large sitting-room downstairs to see him.

‘Welcome, dad,’ I greeted.

‘Tunde, I was told you were not feeling fine and could not go to work. How’re you, now?’

I nodded. ‘I’m much better now.’

He too nodded. ‘Good to hear that, Tunde.’

I sat down beside him and he allowed some moments of silence.

‘Tunde, you have a new task of work to do as from tomorrow.’

I sat upright. ‘A new task?’

‘Yes.’ He smiled in a way to douse my anxiety.

I tried to relax. ‘What’s the new task, dad?’

He smiled again and nodded. ‘As you know, my good friend, Senator Momoh is seeking re-election into the senate of Federal Republic of Nigeria. He is representing Lagos State central senatorial district. I’ve discussed your issue with him. I want him to give you a political appointment in his new term, and he said the best way to go about it is for you to be part of the political train. He wants you to be introduced to politics at this budding age, just like his first son, Femi.’

I was all ears. Politics? At my age? What the hell did I want to do with politics? I never fancied it, even at the campus level as an undergraduate. Why would daddy want to introduce me to politics?

‘It will be good you start on time,’ he went on. ‘This is the introductory level. He may make you his personal assistant or adviser or something like that. In that way, you’ll start learning the ropes. So, from tomorrow, you and I will go to his office. He is setting up a campaign team and you’ll be part of it.’

I sighed. Just then, mum came to join us in the sitting-room. Dad must have told her about the plans, for she looked at me and smiled encouragingly.

‘Nigeria’s future is in the hands of youths like you,’ dad went on. ‘So, the earlier you’re propped up and groomed for that role, the better.’

Mum nodded. ‘Your dad is right, Tunde,’ she put in.

‘Don’t worry or get scared about anything. Just let your mind be made up. You will learn and be fortified along the line.’

I nodded. I really didn’t have much choice, did I? ‘Okay, dad,’ I found myself saying.

‘That’s my boy,’ he said.

Later in my bedroom, I thought over the new task I had ahead of me. Well, as long as it would not prevent me from having my regular good times, it would be okay. I woke up the following morning at my usual time and dressed up. By six-thirty, I was ready to resume my new duty. I went downstairs to the sitting-room to await dad.

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