Story: True Life Story Of An Addict

8 years ago

Story: True Life Story Of An Addict

Some readers may wonder why the adventure between me and Anita ended within a month. Does it mean that she couldn’t come around again for another holiday? Did Godwin asked her not to come any longer?

Well, none of the above happened. The reason I didn’t see Anita again was that few months after her visit, Godwin moved out of the house. He cited the stress he subjected himself to if he had to come home, the hefty transportation fare, his persistent unavailability at home and so on. I felt for him though cos how would you explain having such a well furnished apartment like that without enjoying it? Tufiakwa! He claimed to have secured a good place very close to his work.

But that should have been an advantage for me now to invite Anita home with no one policing her. Yes, but no. I didn’t stay longer there either because I moved out too. Luckily for me, after my HND, and through some buttons and favour, I secured a job with MTN Nigeria too at their headquarters in Falomo-Ikoyi, Victoria Island, Lagos. I worked under a software guru named Toye, an expatriate from London. Big boy don come abi? Yes. However, before I moved, Kemi came along; which helped me to quickly forget Anita.

As a smart guy, I had friends across all profession. I had tailor friend in case I need to sow a cloth; I had mechanic friend in case my generator needs repair; I had eletrician friend for electrical works; I had a painter, carpenter…and even a driver as friends. Eko oni Baje oooo!

The best of these friends is my tailor friend named Samson. Well, not because I sow cloths that much but because he loves what I love: football. To make it interesting, he is a Gunner to the bone like me (until recently when it seems Arsene Wenger has lost his midal touch and seems to be interested only in the books of account instead of formidable performances and trophies. Apologies to Arsenal Faithfuls. Wenger need to wake up).

Anytime I feel bored, I go to Samson’s shop to relax. There was never a dull moment in his shop cos there are various brilliant and astute football experts and analysts there that you would think Oma Akatugba, Kufre and all other Godwin Einakhena’s cohorts are but cadets. I enjoyed every moment spent in his shop.

There used to be a shop beside Samson’s shop, a chemist precisely. I went to Samson’s shop one afternoon as usual. I hadn’t sat for 10mins when a lady walked in: short, dark, robust, decent…but a bit local. She requested something from Samson which he declined. The lady left his shop a little disappointed. From the way he responded to her, I sensed that maybe my guy had approached her and she refused. I psyched Samson up just to get information about the lady and Samson’s rejection of her request. Samson opened up that he actually tried to woo her but she almost embarrassed him. So, in a way to get back at her, he thus reacted. You know guys now. Most of us don’t like a ‘no’ for an answer when issues like that comes up.

By the way, the lady’s name is Kemi. She was in charge of the chemist beside Samson’s shop. After about 20mins after the incident, I went to her shop… to apologize on behalf of my friend. Sadly thought, I met her crying. I quickly sat beside her to console her and also apologize for the harsh treatment. She said no man has ever treated her like that, i.e, embarrass her in front of many people (and that day, there were 13 guys in Samson’s shop).

I empathized with her and promised that such will never repeat itself again. She consented to my pleas and wiped her tears. I used the opportunity to know her more; like ask of her name, her state of origin, her education and all the other questions of pretence to that one is caring (Most guys will understand what I mean). She opened up and never hid anything. When I was about to leave, we exchanged numbers which she WILLFULLY and GLADLY gave me. I promised to call her that same evening and the following day. She thanked me for the time I spent with her and also praised me for my maturity. “What are friends for?” I replied. “Besides, you are Kemi and I am Femi. I think we are destined to be ‘friends’ you know?” She laughed so hard while I walked out of her shop. I returned to Samson’s shop who was so lost in argument for Wenger. He had no knowledge of where I was coming from. I sat for another 2hrs arguing football before I bade him bye-bye. While I passed through Kemi’s shop, she was busy attending to customers. I called her name and waved a goodbye. She responded witha a smile and waved me goodbye too.

I called her as promised. She expressed her happiness over the phone for the way I handled the itch between him and Samson. She also asked when I’ll be coming again to visit my friend. I didn’t give a definite time though but I said “soon enough”. I lied. Guys, I deliberately did not go to Samson’s shop for the next two weeks. Kemi would call me everyday and I would give her various excuses until the day I ran out of excuse when she saw me in front of my house one early morning… #Gobe

To Be Continued…