Story: True Life Story Of An Addict

8 years ago

Story: True Life Story Of An Addict

Echoes of things to come
Storming in and out of me;
Flashes of things I have done
Restless like a raging sea.

A little here, a little there
Girls of all shapes and sizes;
Everyday is like a funfair,
Melancholic dreams of vices.

I am an object of love
A mystery I still can’t explain;
Into girls heart I surge,
The ultimate, the best to attain.

Ini, Deola, Cynthia and Mary
All of ‘em claiming to love me;
I wanna shed this weight so heavy,
Truth be told, I think I’ve reached my limit.

I saw Mary off to the bus stop, made sure she joined the right bus for easy movement. Luckily, she joined a bus going straight to Oshodi. I told the conductor to drop her off at Oworo, where she would join another bus to Ikorodu easily. I sq££zed some money into her bag and waved goodbye. I monitored her from then on until she assured me that she’s gotten home.

Me: Ok. Thanks for coming Mary. I hope to see more of you.

Mary: Thanks for the hospitality. How I’ve missed you all these days. And yes, I will try and come to your house as long as I am not in school. Take care my love.

Me: Take care too baby.

AS IT STANDS…

1. Mary.

Mary is my first love. No argument, no controversy. She was my gateway to river of Kitty-cats. Although I had her once before the our first break in transmission, there is no gainsaying that I was truly and if not madly in love with her. I experimented my prowess with her. She made me use my J0yst!ck to its best peak…and still using it. There is no way I was going to forget her; no, that’s not gonna happen. Thank God she’s back in the fray, a worthy competition for Ini’s simplicity and Deola’s incessant attention. Welcome back Mary.

2. Ini.

Ini is an angel. I can do anything with her and she won’t even complain. She’s reason enough for a playboy like me to wanna get serious and settle down. I mean her behaviour is just too good. She’s that type of girl that will be willing to cover your mess, defend you even when you’re wrong, cook for you, wash your cloths,…and even Bleep you! She’s the complete replica of an average 13th Century African Woman surfacing in this millenium. This is no illusion. She’s just that good, s*xy**, understanding and sweet. She’s a treasure I was willing to keep…if not for what happened.

3. Deola.

Deola is a glamazon – a combination of beauty, strength, panache, style, class, taste and affluence. She is domineering and bossy since we met until lately when she started showing signs of submissiveness. I am beginning to love her too because, lately, I could do what I want and she won’t complain. She’s a good wife material too, rich, sociable and classy. I am not trying to be tribalistic here but if I am asked to marry anyone at that time, Deola ticked all the boxes.

4. Cynthia.

My relationship with Cynthia is one of the very rear relationship one could ever imagine. That is, there was NEVER a time we exchanged the word, ‘I love you’ seriously. All we do is Bleep, and Bleep and Bleep. She is a good girl though if not for her constant annoying attitude of policing my life. She’s arrogant, troublesome and disrespectful. Well, what else can you expect from a girl whose life is dominated with partying, clubbing and socializing all the time? She’s never gonna be that type of girl marriable…for me.

That’s an overview of how my love life was as at that time. Mind you, Osas is still around the corner, still untouched and waiting to be tapped. How I pulled off this feat was still a mystery to me uptil this point of writing this story today. If I am to rationalize the whole thing, I would say that, if a guy knows how to sell himself, comport himself, be open minded and free with girls, with a little bit of luck on his side, he could date Obama’s daughters one after the other or at a go. #NaBeans?

I rearranged my room when I got back inside. I took my bath and did a little house chores. It began to dawn on me that my 2wks is expiring on Sunday, I am to resume work on Monday. Wow! What an experience it turned out to be. So much has happened in that 1,209,600 seconds of staying at home. Cynthia, Ini, Deola, Mary…and if not for my conscience, Janet would have joined the list.

8 o’clock, Ini knocked on the door.

Me: Hey baby. Good morning.

Ini: Morning my king. How was the dark hours?

Me: Brief. I still need more sleep to recover.

Ini: Yes you do. I brought you food. I hope you’ll like it.

Me: Have I ever complained about any food? As long as it is f-o-o-d, bring it; Femi will eat.

Ini: Funny you.

She brought out a small green cooler from the black nylon conveying it. She handed it over to me and said,

Ini: I made porridge for you. I need to go back to the shop now. Should I come during my off?

Me: Errrmmm, no. I will be ou before then.

Ini: Where are you going again baby? Please you need rest ooo.

Me: Yea I know right. It’s Wale again. He asked me to come around today to keep him company, you know?

Ini: It’s ok. Just be careful ok? I love you.

Me: I love you too.