17/08/2026
“Yes, I am fully aware,” I said calmly, adjusting my scarf, “and that’s exactly why I’m running for the office of the governor.”
The chairman stared at me like he had just heard something strange.
“Madam Abeni,” he said, lowering his voice, “do you even understand the kind of controversy this will cause? Two divorced partners contesting in the same election?”
“That shouldn’t be a problem,” I replied calmly, though my heart was beating faster than usual.
The chairman leaned back in his chair, eyes narrowing. “Madam Abeni… you are just a woman… why not step down”
I slammed my hand on the desk. “Mr. Chairman, say that to your wives at home! Do you even know how long I’ve been backstage in politics? I know the game, and I’m ready.”
His hands went up in defense. “I… I’m just trying to protect the image of the party…”
“Protect the image? Or protect Ajayi Williams?”
I smirked. “I know he’ll still bribe you so I don’t win the primaries but it’s fine. Try it.”
Without waiting for an answer, I turned and walked out, every step radiating determination.
The drive home was silent, except for the storm of thoughts in my head. As I entered my house, my phone rang.
I saw the name: Ajayi.
I wasn’t surprised...he had informants everywhere.
“You’ve grown wings, haven’t you?” his voice sneered, dripping with disbelief. “To contest against me? A whole me? You common illiterate… do you even know you don’t have the certificate required?”
I let out a soft, sarcastic laugh. Without saying a word, I ended the call...because deep down, I knew he was scared.
Against all odds, I won the primaries.
From that day, the game changed.
Death threats came in almost daily. Anonymous calls, strange notes on my car windshield, whispers telling me to step down.
But I didn’t.
Instead, I poured my entire soul into the campaign.
Every community I visited, I saw hope in the people’s eyes. The women hugged me. The men raised their fists. The youths screamed my name.
They wanted change.
And I was ready to give it to them.
The night the election results were to be announced, I sat in my living room, surrounded by my campaign team our eyes glued to the television.
The tension was suffocating, our hearts beating like war drums.
When the final figures came in, I froze.
I had done it.
I won.
For a few seconds, nobody moved. Then my campaign manager screamed, and chaos erupted. People jumped, hugged, cried.
I just stood there smiling, trembling because I had put my name in history, not as a shadow of a man, but as a queen of my own destiny.
Generations to come would forever remember my name as the first female governor of the state.
A message buzzed on my phone. It was Ajayi:
“I underestimated you. Congratulations.”
The man who had once tried to crush me now had no choice but to witness the woman he despised rise higher than he ever imagined.
On the day of the handover, Ajayi walked toward me with the official file in his hand.
He looked like a loaf of bread that had just risen in the oven puffed up with anger and pride.
As he handed me the document, I leaned closer and whispered with a smile,
“Thank you… for pushing me to the path of greatness.”
He stormed off, his pride deflating with every step.
I turned toward the balcony, taking in the faces of the crowd below, the flash of cameras, and the historic moment I had carved for myself. My children’s proud smiles filled my heart.
For the first time, I felt truly unstoppable.
And in that victory, I realized something profound a truth I wish every young woman would learn early:
When you devote yourself to building a man’s dream, never forget to build your own.
Because one day, when he finally stands at the top, you may look up and realize…
you no longer fit into the world you helped him create.
LIGHT FADES OUT
A JANET WRITES STORY
THE END.
