Story: True Life Story Of An Addict

8 years ago

Story: True Life Story Of An Addict

As if there was a Royal Rumble going on inside my head, I became numb. How on earth will I convince this already love-soaked girl that I didn’t mean those silly words my loosed my just uttered? That would be another disaster waiting to happen if I dare try it!

I am finished! I am not ready for anything called marriage at all oo; not at that level. Yes money MAY not be the problem because, in all fairness, Deola’s parents can pass for a second-class upper creame de la creame of the society. I knew within myself that marrying Deola won’t be a problem at all because everything we’ll be needing for the wedding (not marriage) will be abundantly provided for by her parent, provided I am approved of them if she convinced them successfully.

Deola is not the type of girl that take words lightly. She chose her words carefully before she speaks and does the same when listening. She’s a good listener, crisp and skillful. So, there is no way to make her believe that those words came out of my loosed mouth by mistake, not when I said it twice as if I meant it.

She rose up from the bed and walked towards my direction. Like a queen looking for her king’s favour, Deola knelt down in front of me while I sat on the bed,

Deola: I love you so much Femi, and I will marry you. This is all I wanted in a relationship: a man that will love me for me, and marry me. I am sorry if I misinterpreted your intentions earlier. I never thought I would find love so easily in you. The joy of every woman is to find a man who will be their own, not a type that will be shared around (Jisos! This girl dey abuse me indirectly?). Thank you for loving me and wanting to marry me. I promise to obey you, listen to you, care for you and remain faithful to you alone as I have always been.

Everything inside my heart was just screaming: STOP! STOP! STOP! as Deola delivered her unwanted speech. Every word was like a sword piercing my mind…and truly, I cried inside. Look at what a short moment of stupidity brought me into. Deola’s love for me was already at 99.9% prior that moment. She has endured me, bleeped me, took good care of me, loved me and trusted me; even when I wasn’t faithful to her. Guys, never in your life toy with this four words: “Wiill you marry me?”: if you know you don’t mean it, unless you wanna give her a heart-attack or bring regrets upon yourself! I can’t explain how strange I felt. I almost had a shock/seizure because I was staring at what I never thought would happen in 5yrs time: proposing marriage to a woman. She tapped my hands and said,

Deola: You’re not responding to me Femi.

I looked at her and tears almost rolled out my eyes. I felt pity for her because I seriously don’t wanna hurt her. I don’t like hurting girls at all, no matter their incompetency and somewhat over-reaction to simple issues most of the time. I would have felt different had it been Cynthia or Ini.

I would have been so so glad if the situation was with Cynthia. I said this because it will be easier to turn the tide around and make her forget I ever used the word “marry”. Besides, she sef go laugh am off because she knew Femi no serious for that kind thing. She would understand straight up that I was just kidding.

The case however, will be different with Ini. It will be an honour to be Ini’s husband because, talk of love, we had it in abundance. There is mutual understanding, trust, bond, unwavered belief, affection and connection. It would be so so great and perfect if I ever asked for her hand in marriage. I want to imagine her words if ever I ask her to marry me,

My heart belongs to you my king
Rule my life with your affection;
I am moulded to be your queen,
Ravage me, I need your attention.

Ubi societies, ubi jus
I am the sin, you are my law;
Whatever you like please do,
I am your subject, you’re my lord.

You are my air, my crown
If them like make them frown;
Let ‘em go to ocean and drown,
Ini and Femi: keep off you clowns!

Yes I’ll be your wife
In times of troubles and strife;
Open the doors of your court,
You are the plaintiff, and I have been caught!

The bond between Ini and I is still mysterious to me. I can’t explain it in English, not even in my mother’s tongue. I think her type of person only lived once in every 100yrs. I was lucky to have met Ini..and I will wish I meet her again in the after life.

Me: I am just thinking about your response to my proposal Deola. I mean, other girls would have said, ‘let me think about it’. I never thought it will be this simple and quick.

Deola: There is no need prolonging what is obvious Femi. Why delay my decision when I know fully well that the love we share is real, and the proposal came from your heart? I can’t delay my decision o, lest those tiny girls in your office dethrone me!

Me: Tiny girls huh? Hmmmm.

Deola: Baby don’t worry. Everything will be fine I promise you, ok?

Me: Ok oo.

Deola: Yes. But wait oo, you proposed to me without a ring?

Me: Oh! My ring is my kiss. Come here love!