Chapter 02

The sound of Helen's screams echoed through the delivery room as she pushed through the pain of childbirth. "Keep pushing," the doctors urged in panic, ensuring a safe delivery.

"You have to keep pushing," one of the doctors said. "You're almost there. Come on, just a little more!"

Helen screamed weakly, "Ahhh..." The medical team was in a state of emergency due to the complexity of the delivery.

"You have to try... the head!" a doctor exclaimed. "Come on, you're almost there, okay? You're almost there. The head is already out. You just have to keep pushing. Touch the head," the doctor said, guiding Helen's hand to touch the baby's head. "See? You're almost there."

The doctor continued to encourage Helen, "You just have to keep pushing, okay? Come on, you've got this!"

About 10 minutes later, a baby's cry was heard. "That's it," the doctor said, holding up the child. "See? Touch her, it's a girl."

The sound of the baby's cry brought tears of joy to Helen's eyes. She touched her newborn baby, overwhelmed with emotions.

As the news of the baby's arrival spread, Chief Gabriel Omoshola, Helen's husband, was overjoyed. He had always wanted a daughter, and now that she was finally here, he couldn't imagine life without her.

As he stood, reflecting on the pain and insults he had endured as a wealthy childless man, tears of joy streamed down his face. Meanwhile, his wife, Helen, was being wheeled out of the delivery room, cradling their newborn baby girl in her arms.

The medical team was beaming with smiles, congratulating the new parents on the arrival of their baby. Chief Omoshola couldn't stop staring at his daughter, taking in every detail of her tiny features.

As they made their way to the hospital room, Chief Omoshola couldn't help but think about the future he had planned for his daughter. He had always dreamed of giving his child the best possible life, and now that she was finally here, he was more determined than ever to make that dream a reality.

As they settled into the hospital room, Helen looked up at her husband with a tired but happy smile. "What are we going to name her?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Chief Omoshola thought for a moment before responding. "Let's name her Samantha," he said, his eyes shining with excitement. "It's a beautiful name, and it suits her perfectly."

Helen nodded in agreement, and the two of them gazed lovingly at their newborn daughter, feeling grateful and blessed to have her in their lives.

"Okay then, what are you going to name me?" Helen asked sarcastically.

"What?" he asked, giving a chuckle.

"Helen, my sugar biscuit," he replied.

"No, I disagree with that," Helen said. "You definitely have to change my name. 'Sugar biscuit' is too old."

"Alright then, honey pie would do, wouldn't it?" he asked.

"Are you from the rock?" she asked, incredulous.

"After 20 years of marriage, you finally have a child, and that's what you want to call me?" she said. "Husband, is that it?"

"Okay, let me think... hmm. Wonder Woman, I think I'll call you that because this is a wonder," he said, as they both laughed.

"Don't make me laugh, silly," she responded.

"Help me call Aggie and Patrick," she said.

"Right away, Your Highness," he said sarcastically, as he went to call them.

"Aggie, your madam is calling you," he said to her as she went to answer.

As Aggie went to answer, Patrick stood by, trembling with anticipation. "Chief, is our Ronaldo here?" Patrick asked sarcastically, his voice trembling with excitement. "It's a girl," Chief Gabriel replied, his voice full of joy. "And she's beautiful. Go on, you have to come see her."

Patrick's face lit up with a wide grin as he heard the news. "A girl, eh?" he exclaimed, pumping Chief Gabriel's hand in excitement. "Congratulations, Chief! I'm going to be an uncle!"

Aggie, who had been listening in on the conversation, let out a squeal of delight. "Oh, I'm going to be an auntie!" she exclaimed, rushing over to give Helen a hug.

As the two of them fawned over the new baby, Chief Gabriel couldn't help but feel a sense of pride and joy. He had always wanted a daughter, and now that she was finally here, he couldn't imagine life without her.

Helen, who had been watching the commotion with a smile, finally spoke up. "So, what do you think of her name?" she asked, looking at Patrick and Aggie expectantly.

Patrick and Aggie exchanged a glance, and then Patrick spoke up. "Samantha, right?" he asked, and Helen nodded. " I overheard you and Chief saying it.

Aggie's eyes widened in surprise. "Samantha? That's a beautiful name!" she exclaimed.

Patrick nodded in agreement. "Yeah, it suits her perfectly," he said, gazing lovingly at the baby.

As they all cooed over the baby, Chief Gabriel couldn't help but feel grateful for the love and support of their friends and family. He knew that Samantha was going to grow up surrounded by people who loved her, and that thought filled him with joy.

As they prepared to leave the hospital, Paul, their gatekeeper, was waiting patiently outside to escort them home. He beamed with pride as he saw the new addition to the family and congratulated Chief Gabriel and Helen on the arrival of their baby girl. Patrick, their driver, helped load the car with the baby's things, while Aggie, their house help, sat in the backseat with Helen, fussing over the baby.

As they drove through the gates of their estate, the affluence of their surroundings was evident. The estate was lined with beautifully manicured lawns and tall trees, and the sound of birds chirping filled the air. They were almost close to their mansion when Helen saw the Queen Mother standing on the corner of the road. Before Helen could blink, she was gone.

Their mansion, a grand structure with high ceilings and large windows, came into view as they turned into the driveway. The sound of the car's tires crunching on the gravel driveway announced their arrival, and the staff came out to greet them. The moment Helen stepped out of the car, she saw the Queen Mother again, and before she could blink, she was gone.

The news of the baby's arrival spread quickly through the estate, and soon the staff were all buzzing with excitement. The chef had prepared a special meal to celebrate the occasion, and the house was filled with the delicious aroma of roasting meat and freshly baked bread.

As Samantha grew up, she was surrounded by the love and care of her family and staff. She spent her days playing in the gardens, exploring the estate, and learning from her parents. Every morning, she would play the piano with her father, and they would always sing together.

At the age of 9, Samantha found her best friend, Anthony, who was the son of one of the estate's neighbors. They met at a playground where Anthony was alone, having no one to play with. Samantha's ball happened to roll towards him, and she said, "Kick it to me." He did, and they instantly clicked. They spent their days playing together, exploring the estate, and getting into mischief.

As the years passed, Samantha and Anthony grew closer and closer. They went to the same school and were inseparable. They shared their secrets, dreams, and fears with each other.

As Samantha turned 16, she blossomed into a beautiful and confident young woman. She had long, curly brown hair and dark brown eyes that sparkled with mischief. Her smooth, caramel-colored skin glowed with a radiant perpetual smile. With a slender yet athletic build, honed from years of dancing and playing sports, Samantha was a beautiful sight to behold.

Anthony, her closest friend, was a handsome young man from an affluent Nigerian family. His short, dark hair framed his chiseled features, and his dark brown eyes seemed to see right through people. His strong jawline gave him a confident and rugged look, while his bright, white smile could light up a room. With a tall and lean build, broad shoulders, and an athletic physique, Anthony was a captivating presence.

Apart from his looks, one unique thing about him was that he always protected Samantha.

"I'll always be there for you, in the morning, in the evening, during the dry season, and even in the rain," Samantha said to Anthony.

"And we'll always be friends," Anthony replied. They exchanged these vows while sitting at the cinema.

"Tony, I want you to promise me something," Samantha asked.

"Yeah?"

"I want you to promise me that you'll never speak pidgin English, whether I'm there or not, in any circumstances," Samantha said.

"If I may..." Tony began.

"I know, I know – of course, we're Nigerians, and it's our language. But look, a girl with huge ambitions has to do whatever it takes to succeed. Are you getting it?" she asked.

"No," he replied slowly, trying to understand her.

She took a deep breath, attempting to make him understand her point of view.

"I, Samantha, want to marry the son of Prince William, and I want him to understand me when I speak. That's why I don't want to get used to our Nigerian pidgin language."

Tony scoffed.

"So you want to succeed in seducing the son of Prince William?" he said, scoffing again.

"You're trying to mock me," she asked.

"Those with big dreams have a better tomorrow than those who don't," Samantha said.

"That kid is just 11 years old," Tony said.

"Yeah, and so? Age is just a number," she replied.

"And jail's just a place," he said sarcastically.

"Such a wicked fellow you are," she said, turning to continue watching the movie.

He gave her a sideways glance. There was silence in the cinema for over a minute, the only sound being the movie they were watching.

"So, we'll keep up with our well-spoken English?" Tony asked, breaking the silence.

"Uh-huh," she replied.