When the younger fellows are in their various swimming costumes, it obvious it was time for the pool game at the Williams’ pool.
The swimming pool was at the back of the hall, and it was 25 metres long and 10 metres wide. With a depth of 10 feet, it was covered with blue tiles.
While the participants, most the younger ones, are preparing for the game, the older folks were
officiating. Those who were not officiating nor swimming joined the spectators’ crew.
Among the spectators was Deji’s mother, Ireti, who was sitting with the hostess, the reigning
Commissioner for Women Affairs, Mrs Aishat Makkafi and two other important dignitaries.
These calibre of people she was sitting with would be surprised if they could read her mind. Ireti had been furious the second she set her eyes on Nike. The low-life who ruined her son’s life. Well, almost did.
She was glad she took care of it and believed it was permanent. But that seem not to be the case.
Ireti would have been less worried if her own son had listened to her and married Nike on time. Her plans to get his son to marry Nike, the daughter of one of the Billionaires in the country is now being threatened by the sudden appearance of Nike.
Having learnt from Bunmi that Nike will be staying with them for the time being, Ireti knew she had to come up with somewhat of a plan to reduce the chances of her son getting involved with the untamed little girl from Ife.
Why does she have to do this whole shebang again? After what she had done to the girl in the Ife, she had expected her son to stay away from her completely. Coincidence was not even an excuse, Deji was suppose to despise her forever.
What a terrible luck that Nike turned out to be related to the hostess. After another glance at Nike, Ireti
grudgingly admitted to herself that the girl cleaned up nicely. Nike was beautiful and Ireti could understand to a certain extent why Deji found her attractive. But she was still unsuitable for her son, somehow.
A question from Mrs Williams brought Ireti’s attention back to the pool game,
‘’where is your son, Queen?’’ She was one of the few close friends that still calls her by her former title.
She scan through the contestants of the game and noticed his son, the defending champion, was not
‘’I’m sure he’s around somewhere.’’
Deji had won the last two swimming games at the Williams’. He had Aremu to thank for that.
Back at Ife, Aremu, a native of Ilaje, a small town in Ondo would go with Deji to a stream at Lagere every evening to swim. Initially, Deji was afraid to swim for the fear of being drown, but with time he became a very good swimmer. He once boasted as being as good as Michael Phelps.