The political Marriage

(13)

Ibrahim's Pov.

She was indeed the girl from the club, how could I not have known.

" Ibrahim o!!. Wake up and go to the bed". My eyes met with my step mom and my dad wearing a worried look a their faces.  " This boy has been drinking again. Go to the bed Ibrahim the reporters are here to interview your private life with Ejiro. I was still confused but I just had to stand up and the moment I did the door opened reviling some reporter with cameras and more.

" so guys here we are with Ibrahim and Ejiro today in their private home. We would be right back after a short break". A middle aged woman said, she was wearing a huge smile on her face. My gaze landed on my dad, to my mom, then to Ejiro who just woke up wearing a surprise and confused look. I know she would be wondering what was going on.

***

" cut!!, cut!!, cut!!". This woman was yelling out too loud. " you guys should capture this beautiful moment from the right angle na. I paid millions to get them featured in my show". This was the fifth time me and Ejiro kissed and she still could not capture the moment.
Like seriously?.

" come madam. We don't take orders from anybody, more so; my wife and I didn't sign up for this".

" actually your manager did and our agreement has you both signature on it". She sighed. "Abeg let's join heads together and do it one last time, but this time do it with emotions and fetch me good money". She chuckled.

" I don't even have a manager". Ejiro rolled her eyes. Up until now she has been quiet. I taught pregnant woman are not supposed to stress. Abi; she enjoys my kisses.

"Actually, I will be an acting manager to you both for now". My dad said.

" so a reality show was the best idea to boost audiences for Ibrahim's campaign?". Finally she said something.

" finally!!!. Someone that understands me". Let it not be like I'm the only one nagging like a woman". She winked at me. Her smile was beautiful and seductive to stare at.

" shall we proceed on the house tour mam?". The crazy reporter said.

" sure my love". Ejiro said.

" so the next place which happens to be my favorite place is the swimming pool area...." I stood watching their retreating figure vanish and her voice turn to tin air. It was past 4 in the evening and Fatima has been calling me non stop. The girl wants to call me to glory but allah is stronger than my enemies. I quickly removed her number from Favourite and placed my phone on dnd.

I have a lot of things on my head to do. How to meet up with my campaign. Yet dad is adding a reality show to it. I'm thinking of getting rid of Fatima for now. You heard me right. I had gone to see her yesterday. I know I wasn't supposed to do so but somehow I had to calm my nerves down. I don't know how she does it but, she sure knows how to calm me down. I have a campaign on hold and somehow the elections are around the corner. Yet, I have no solid followers outside fans on various social media dragging about a fan name for me and Ejiro's love story.

" oh Allah direct my ways cause am confused".  I muttered out to myself.

" you should be". My heart skipped a beat when I heard Ejiro's voice. Somehow I wanted to reply her savagely but I was short of words. Standing in front of me was madam Ejiro. A.k.A the pain in my ass.

" see I don't have your strength now". I made way to my room while she followed my every trail. " why the fuck are you following me?".

" as you already know the room is also mine now and I need to rest". I made my way to the bed while she leaned on her dressing table. My room is beginning to look more feminine and I hated it. We stared at each other in distain. On a norms; I would have left the room for her to rest, but not today. I also needed rest too.

" you know today was fun tho. So how is your campaign going?". I felt a heavy burden lifting up my shoulders. I have always wanted to talk to someone about it.

" everything is a mess. I am supposed to have my campaign tomorrow but I had to keep it on hold cause of the whole Fatima stuff. I have no Audience, yet my opponent has half of delta's population already ". My eyes were threatening to water. "I don't stand a chance". A bitter truth I had to tell myself.

" that's not true".

" don't sympathize with me but it's the truth. To the public i am a laughing stock". The room was quiet for some time before she broke it.

" you are not just hitting the right Audience. You have to buy the heart of the people. You're going after the rich and already made men in high places, their vote don't really count. Go after the people. This men you are chasing already have who they support. Your friendship doesn't make a difference ".

" cause in politics you need power, influence and not just wealth. Fatima's dad was my only back bone and I have lost him".

" I know I may not know much about politics but I sure do know it's a game. Those telling you not to campaign might be part of your enemies. Stop going through people and putting your hopes on them, try to relate with your people direct".

" Muslim or not Ibrahim you are an indigene of delta state and we do not accept defeat. Call your secretary or who so ever is in-charge of your campaign, tell them it must hold. I can also help too. I will come with you".

" you're right. It's better I try and fail than to give up. I think I should tweet and post on my various social media handles to create awareness".

" I can also come with you and call one or two people I know. We can go to those local areas and gather people".

" I appreciate your help but just stay at home and I will handle it. More so I need well respectable people to cast votes for me on that day. Not some beggars and criminals that has nothing to offer to the country ". Somehow Ejiro words had motivated me to act. I think I should inform dad and the governor about my recent decision.