Story: True Life Story Of An Addict

8 years ago

Story: True Life Story Of An Addict

…you had not behaved like that. What were you thinking? You acted as if the world has ended because he cheated on you. You betrayed the true values of African Women.

Me: I wonder ooo.

Sister: Are you ok? Did I ask for your opinion? Don’t make me compound your pain for you. So you better keep quiet there!

She turned to Deola and continued,

Sorry jare my sister. As I was saying, life is not like that. When we find pain where we are supposed to find love, we learn to adapt so that when days of pain eventually comes, the prior experience of it will help us deal with it. In this regard you’ve done foolishly I must say. And you disappointed me. Though I don’t anything about you or for how long you’ve been together, but what you did is uncalled for, inhumane and bad.

Deola went on her knees and apologized. I was moved by her sincere remorse and regret,

Deola: I am so sorry ma. I don’t know what came over me. I felt betrayed and used and I couldn’t stand it. I loved Femi so much that I never thought he could ever cheat on me. I gave him everything. I trusted him, loved him, cared for him and was there for him.

Sister: For how long have you guys been together?

Deola: We are less than a month ma.

Sister: What? Less than a month? And you have done this?

Deola: Like I said ma, I don’t know what came over me. I am truly sorry.

She turned her face towards me, with her eyes threatening to rain tears,

Femi I am very sorry. Please forgive me. I don’t know what came over me….

Sister: Hey woman. You’re talking to me, not him. When the two of you are alone, you can talk whatever you want, ok? By the way, what’s your line of profession?

Deola: I am a Medical Practitioner ma.

Sister: Oh! Were you taught how to perform surgery too? (She taunted her).

Deola: No ma.

Sister: Then where did you learn how to use a knife on human beings? Maybe I should ask how many times have you visited the abattoir?

Deola: (Now crying) I …ha…ve never be…en there.

Sister: So you were just experimenting on Femi right?

Deola: I am sorry ma… Femi I am sorry too. I don’t know what happened to me. I am sorry please.

She busted into full weeping. She wept uncontrollably again, showing signs that she was truly sorry. My sister helped her up back to her seat, looked at me and gave a sign that I should excuse her – a sign well known to me right from my teenage years. I left both of them alone in the sitting room with a troubled mind. What is my sister trying to do? I hope it’s not what I am thinking? I can’t accept her back lailai. She’s proved that she can do anything when hurt. I can’t have a woman around me who can’t control her emotions.

10mins… 15mins… 20mins and they are still talking. Curiosity got a strong hold on me. Voices coming from Ini’s shop caught my attention. Then my heart went back to Ini again like never before. It is not that I’ve stopped thinking about her but the force of the reality hit me again. Is that the end? Is Ini gone forever? I rolled over on my bed, my face glued to the bed. I cried softly and silently. The reality of the fact that I am not going to see Ini again made me cry. No woman can replace Ini in my life. She was the one and only woman I loved with all of my fiber and being. Oh death! What hast thou done?

I was in this melancholic state when I felt a soft touch on my back. I was so terrified cos I thought a ghost touched me. I lay still on the bed waiting to see if that had will touch me again. Again, the hand touched me and called my name as gentle as possible. I summoned the courage to turn myself about to see who it was. Behold! It is Deola. I jumped out of my bed in pretence that I am still very much angry with her. She went on her knees and begged me,

Deola: Femi, with a heavy heart I have come to say sorry to you. I am totally sorry for how foolish I behaved earlier today. Right from the way I attempted murdering myself to using a knife on you. Please forgive me. I am so so sorry.

Before I could say anything, my sister walked in,

Sister: Femi, you just have to listen to her, ok? She’s truly sorry. Let the wound you sustained be seen as the price you’ve paid for your unfaithfulness. She did it out of disappointment and desperation.

I looked at both of them as if I was watching a film trick. Is this for real? I was ready to storm out of the room before a look from my sister froze me on the spot like a paused movie…