Story: True Life Story Of An Addict

8 years ago

Story: True Life Story Of An Addict

We shook hands and exchanged pleasantries. I joined their convoy as we made way to her mum’s house. John offered to go buy fuel and I wanted to go with him but for Grace’s objection. She claimed she want a man to stay back. So I stayed. While her mother was in the kitchen making ready the dinner for the evening, Grace walked up to me and said, “Femi, you caused this. You made me do this. I tried to to reach you but I couldn’t. Your line was off. I lost my phone and that spoilt everything.”

“I’m sorry Grace”, I replied. “The same thing happened to me. I stupidly saved your number on my phone memory instead of my sim which I do back up regulary. Please forgive me.” She sat down, looked into my eyes and said, “Well, it’s too late now. I’m married and expecting a child. I missed you so much.”

She got up, walked up to me and kissed me! Ha? “Why Grace?” She smiled and said, “Take that as my gift to you. I loved you Femi, with all my life. I wish I’m not married, I would have…” Before she could finish her statement her mother called out to her from the kitchen. Soon, John came back from the filling station. I engaged him in marital-life issues and surprisingly, he opened up that he had never met a girl like Grace. A sense of jealousy filled my head. But hey, “qui sera cera – what will be will be!” came to my mind. I stayed two more hours, exchanged numbers with John and Grace and bid them farewell. Ever since, Grace and I had been close friends and I, a friend of the family.

Truly, Grace was a graciously graceful woman. I missed her so much. That’s life thought. I moved on.

Anita? Hmmmm! Anytime I remember her, I can’t help but laugh. Beauty-wise, Anita is got it: height, white set of teeth, good accent, she’s loaded both in bossom and bottom. In short, she’s very classy. A 200L student from Lautech, Ogbomoso studying Accounting. She is a younger sister of my neighbour, Godwin. Yeah, yeah, yeah! I know it’s bad to do one’s neighbour relations but please, you guys had to listen to what led to our intimacy. As many guys would admit, “na she cause am.”

She came around during one of her holidays. A day earlier, her brother had informed me about her arrival. Godwin is much more older than me, yet decided to remain single due to many heart breaks. He works with Cadbury Limited. He seemed to love his job more than his own life sef. He works 3 shifts but hardly comes home. I help him most times in cleaning his apartment cos he usually drop a spare with me.

Lest you guys wonder if I hardly work, I was in charge of a relatively big telecommunication business, with 5 workers. I deal in selling phones, bulk recharge cards and the likes. I go to shop once in a while just to check the books of account and probably, replace finished items. Also, I was a student of The Polytechnic, Ibadan, Lagos Annex, studying Accounting. My Mondays to Fridays are virtually free for me, except I’m in shop…or church. Funny. Church huh? Yes, church.

One Sunday evening, Godwin called me into his apartment and said, “Femi, my younger sister will be visiting from school tomorrow. She had decided to spend her holiday here with me. So, please take care of her on my behalf. Make her feel at home and comfortable.” “Alright sir! You can count on me for that. I won’t disappoint you”, I replied. He laughed and said, “I trust you now. Femo my man.”

I need to say here that Godwin had no knowledge of my runs with girls. How would he have known? A guy that hardly sleeps at home? I doubt it. I felt a little bit uneasy when he entrusted her little sister into my hands. He created a conflict in my heart. Who should I obey: my good friend Godwin or my ever-attentive 3rd leg? Hope you guys feel my dilemma? I was seriously on the edge, especially when he showed me her picture on his phone. I was like, ‘dang!’ this girl is sweet (coughs in pretence.) i left his house that evening a disturbed man. A part of me was yearning for maturity and to act responsible, atleast, for once; the other was like, “yeah, another cream on my ice. Jackpot!” Come what may, I resolve, I’m gonna give it my best shot: right or wrong. Like one of the lines in Tyler Perry’s stage drama ‘Why Did I Get Married?’, “if you’re doing good or bad, make sure you feel good while doing it”, I was bent on one thing, give it my best shot.

5am in the morning, Godwin was off to work. He knocked on my door to inform me and also gave me a sum of 10k for her sister when she arrives. “Ok bro. She’ll be fine.” I assured him. “Ok Femi. I’ll call you guys in the evening.” He said and left. I lost appetite for sleep immediately he left. Had Godwin knew that his sister would be staying with a connasuir* (Don’t mind the spelling. The word means a man who loves women), probably he would have changed his mind, I thought. I resolved that morning to be on my best behaviour, be brother, nice, cool and friendly. No more, no less.

“Good afternoon.” A sweet nightingale-like voice filled the compound. I came out of my room to see who it was. Standing at the gate was a light-skinned , clean damsel. She must have been the daughter of an angel who married the sun. She looked like a crystal, she is a complete package. I was deeply lost in these assesment of the figure I’m seeing when her query slapped my conscious mind. “Are you Uncle Femi? Is this Brother Godwin’s place?” I stutter for words, “Ye…yes it is. You must ne Anita, right?” “Yes I am. Thank God I got it straight up. Please can you come help me with my bags sir?” “Sure.” she had come with a cab from the garage according to Godwin’s direction.

Please guys, I totally disagree with the saying that pics don’t lie. What I saw on Godwin’s phone was half-truth. Once I saw Anita’s full figure, I knew Godwin’s phone had lied. His sister was 3x more beautiful than it portrayed. I made sure she didn’t touch any of her luggage, I helped her packed everything inside her brother’s apartment. In my mind, I was like, “Welcome Anita to Femi’s den. You will be served with all kinds of juicy treats. I will personally guarantee your satis…” “Where is your apartment?” Anita brought me back to reality. “Oh it’s over here.” But wait o! This girl sef. She never enter her brother house she don dey ask for my own. Hmmmm! I no dey ooo. Whatever you do now will be used against you in the court of Femi o. I rise…..