Story: True Life Story Of An Addict

8 years ago

Story: True Life Story Of An Addict

I resumed work on Monday a different person: quiet, poised and reserved. A new dawn has arrived, a new chapter of my life opened: a life without Ini. I gave her my best while she was until she was not. She loved me with all her life, her being her essence. She was the kind of woman every guy should pray to have, and a type of woman every single lady out there should emulate. I was lucky I found her. I surely didn’t deserve a woman like that; no, I don’t. But sometimes, fate brings your way precious rubies to shape your thought, life and person. I was lucky, I sure was.

Born of uncertainties,
Enveloped in wants;
Into this sod with frailties,
Screams, shouts and rants.

I was loved,
I was adored;
I enjoyed serenity,
Combed with seldom calamity.

I grew up a lone ranger,
Alone I climbed mountains with danger;
Storms, perils, swords and daggers,
Read my words in lines and stanzas.

I loved wrongly,
A pervert, a cheat;
Someone else loved me strongly,
But death took her away like a meat.

Love found and love lost,
What was and what not;
Addicted to the house in-between the legs,
I unknowingly broke my common sense.

Floods of enjoyment-Pour-sadness,
In it I thrived: short, long and wild;
Looking for peace and calmness,
I found none, since to them I was blind.

Always looking for opportunities,
Never saying no to promiscuities;
I was served fresh, cold and hot,
But now I tell you, it burns and hurts.

This is my story,
Laced with excitement and gory;
Now I preach sincerity and openness,
Purity, chastisement and faithfulness.

I promised myself not to touch any lady again, not even Deola. The need for sanctity filled my head. But sometimes, especially when you’re trying to avoid something, that’s when opportunities start flying in. I tried everything to avoid it. I used to have so many chat sites, looking for ‘opportunities’. I did keep in touch with Deola but no longer intimate. I don’t go to her house, she stopped coming to mine. I limited our friendship to phone calls and chatting.

I sincerely do apologize for my insensitivity, selfishness and lack of respect. I liked Deola, but I was just beginning to love her. Ini’s death got into my head and I fumbled. I am sorry. Like a guy rightly pointed out, I didn’t marry Deola. I will tell you guys why I didn’t marry her tomorrow by God’s grace. Also, I will say few things about Osas and our one-night stand…then the story ends.

Thanks to everyone that has made this possible. I never for once thought it’s going to get to this point. I appreciate those who have faithfully and consistently followed this thread from the very first page. Thanks for over-looking my typos, oversights and errors. Thanks for listening to me. Thanks to the owner(s) of Nairaland too. Lol

In no particular order, special thanks to Stinggy, Cherrybrown, Pinkycute, Divineluv, Liljboy, ng4u, iyisco, marvelito, fonzie2u, all the Femis in the house and to those whose names I didn’t mention. I appreciate you all. I appreciate all my critics too. One thing I wanna point out is, we cannot all experience the same thing. We have our differences.