Married to a stripper

"No way!"He said, for the millionth time in two hours comfortably seated on his black high back PU leather office chair rotating in semi circles.His right hand decorated the chair's arm as he pinched his nose bridge in annoyance."Dude, listen,you need to chill a little...I mean look at you, working your ass out twenty-four, seven and almost three hundred and sixty-five, twelve Sundays exclusive. You are no different from a slave you know."Josh, his childhood best friend recited in one breathe, seated on the other side of the large perfectly polished U-shaped mahogany office desk. He was in a grey suit and his jet black hair in a little mess which kept Marley wondering what he had been up to lately with the receptionist."I totally concur with Josh. You haven't been hanging out with us like before. It's closed to a year. We miss you, man."Kennedy--Ken preferably butted in. Just

Zaphrina did the everyday routine; Walked straight to the kitchen after a sleepless night, where her mum secondarily resided considering that time of the day. She hung her purse on a chair next to the one she plopped on.  "Good morning mama." The mid-thirty coal-black haired gentlewoman who was backing her at the moment pivoted her head to her daughter with a smile. "How was work?" Usually, the question won't bother her as it was usual for her to just give it a casual answer but this time the question to her sounded like intolerable screeches into the ears as a flash of awful images came jogging in and out of her mind.A cup of hot coffee was deposited in front of her followed by a plate consisting of two slices of peanut butter sandwich. "Are you ok?" her mum questioned again this time pulling a chair adjacent to her. "Yeah, I'm good, work was fine," she said as she

Zaphrina was getting all comfortable with the silent ride so far until the barfly sitting right next to her peforatated her inner peace with, "What's...your name?" He managed to ask despite his far from sober state. His breath diffused in the car and stunk of a smooth amalgamated mixture of alcohol and puke.For crying out loud, was her name really necessary right there and then?She shot a glance at his limp body on the passenger's seat before returning her full attention to the road. He hadn't even strength to break open his eye lids."Zaphrina." She quickly answered praying it was the first and last question of the ride but boy, she was wrong. "That's a nice name, for a boorish lady."The fuck!That spoiled button which he just broke got her legs abruptly landing on the breaks, causing him to almost fly through the windscreen. "Holy crap!!!" he excla

"God's a wonderful man, All of you will agree with me this God of ours doesn't take something good without something better in return," he beamed one of those contagious smiles he ever owned, "he is the way, the truth and the light. He keeps not a record of our sins. Can somebody say a big Amen to that?""Amen," Came the congregational chorus."You know, he knows the moves you have taken and the ones yet to come. He is waiting on you with arms wide open saying 'come onto me and have rest', he doesn't care about your past; abortions, fornications, drug abuse, just to name a few. Whatever it is, repentance is your key to him. God..." he trailed and closed his eyes for a moment. "Jesus! This man is just wonderful,"Pastor Jones he was called. The altar was his home and the Bible he fed on. Zaphrina looked up at him with admiration and a little guilt blending as his words sipped into her soul; for a moment, she felt like he was referrin

'Earliest hours of Monday' were the exact words to his dad on Saturday, so there he was in his private jet to France as early as seven. France wasn't much of a distance, But the approximated seven hours flight was enough to think about his encounter with this merging company. He hoped and rehoped his absent-mindedness wouldn't lead to a bigger mess in his company.The Renault company was one of the most reliable and strongest French car brand and working in partnership with them wasn't much of a bad idea though this case couldn't have idea classified under it but rather mistake. He turned to his P.A who had been standing beside him for the past eight minutes since he called him."I'll be in France for just a couple of days, say two or three. I want my home tidy before my arrival, you know, butler, maids and all those...a maximum of sixteen maids will do. Do not recruit any from my parents home be it former or present neither should you l