Mr. Fox, the president was a shallow and callous, though not without good reason. Many people possibly knew those reasons, understood and maybe even forgave. He was feared by wise men and women.
But there was one woman whom he genuinely liked and with whom he could relax, though he never confided in her. They had just a physical relationship. Her name was Patricia, and he met her in Marine State when he went on campaign. She was one of those hostesses, Jackson, governor of Marine State organized to attend to the president hopeful and his entourage.
It had become a convention for the host of political activities to provide female companionship to visiting dignitaries. It was a practice that went far back in history; both to make potential deals for the future in the case of Mr. Fox and for the guests to relax. A man sated by a skilled woman would not often be unpleasant to his host in the present or future and it was a common belief that some men’s tongues were loosened along with their belts.
The young girls came willing, forbidden to reject any of the special guests that showed interest in them, and were paid in advance. They were there to be picked up. Most of them were from many higher institutions in the state capital.
Knowing the game, Mr. Fox was efficiently confident of the possibility of going with Patricia. He had the three interests: politics, golf and women. She was twenty years old while the president was sixty years old. She was overwhelmed by being with the potential president and ignoring his age, allowed herself to be seduced.
He was used to this kind of arrangement since he became a high political figure. Patricia was overcome by his worldliness and his tact. She thought he was the most remarkable man she had ever met. His libido was high for his age. She came to this conclusion after they made love tenderly and thoughtfully.
The truth was that Patricia loved the way Mr. Fox made her feel, and the way he flirted with her. When she was with him, her self-esteem soared. She was frighteningly beautiful, she was fun and above all her interest had nothing at all to do with money. There was certainly a glow about her whenever she was around him. The sort of glow saw on the face of a girl who is in the company of an individual who has engaged her affections. She liked to think of herself as the girlfriend of a potential president and that was enough for her. She took to dressing well to please him. This attracted Mr. Fox more to her. He lavished money and attention on her at the expense of his wife.
As he was driving Patricia around Abuja on her first visit, they drove near Aso Rock. “One day that’s going to be my home,” he told her. And indeed it was. Immediately he was sworn as president, he bought a house for her in Abuja and a Prado jeep and asked her to relocate, which she did with a lot of enthusiasm. Any time he could create the slightest time he spent it with her in a secret location. She was perfectly formed. Her breasts were full, lush, and beautiful. Her beauty was envied by many women.
Patricia falling head-over-hills in love with him was all his doing. If he hadn’t had such wonderful touch, and if he hadn’t had such a disarming smile, and if he hadn’t been such a handsome man, she wouldn’t have taken the time to notice and forget every other men she had met in her life. Whenever they were together, she felt the heat from his body and still inhale his clean male scent which made her light-headed.
Patricia dominated the president to the chagrin of his wife. She believed that when the work was done, he should spend the nights with her. It would be nice to fall asleep in his arms, to feel him pressed against her during the dark hours of the night. She liked the way he touched her, kissed her and make love to her before he began preoccupied with his political ambition. He understood why he was unavailable during the campaign period or come back most times late and tired. This was the period most serious political decisions on his political career were being taken by the party and the electorate and for him to be relevant he had to be in attendance in all political activities.
Now the he had become the president the situation was now worse. He rarely came to her anymore. Even when she went to his bed, he complained of tiredness. It did not take a long time before the grapevine revealed that the president was having an affair. Before long she was able to find that Patricia was the problem. She swung into action.
She sent a thug to warn her to keep off her husband in her own interest. This not withstanding, Patricia paid deaf ears. The next visit from the thug sent Patricia to the hospital. The thug gave her a strong warning that should he have any reason to visit her again she would not live to tell the story. She was discharged after ten days. During their time together, Patricia discovered that the old man was vibrant, both in looks and speech. His opinions were hard as granite, his patience slim so she was afraid to tell the president what caused her hospitalization. She lied that she was involved in an accident.
Nkechi confronted her husband. After this, his relationship with Patricia became untenable. The president was afraid the scandal would cause so he tried to keep away from her. The case of a US president was fresh in his memory. He knew that he could no longer afford to be seen with her now that his wife was aware of the relationship. Patricia started to suffer neglect. The first lady became more vigilant and warded off unwanted female friends of the president. Patricia became depressed when a week passed and Mr. Fox had not phoned her. Patricia would probably have been happy to let their relationship drift along forever without marriage, but in fact the death knell was already sounding. Patricia is still suffering from heartache and has vowed not to have anything to do with any other man. How long she would be able to sustain this resolution is what everybody that knows her is waiting to see. Do you have any advice for Patricia?