Story: True Life Story Of An Addict

8 years ago

Story: True Life Story Of An Addict

When she saw me, she screamed,

Kemi: It’s a lie. Is my eyes deceiving me? Mr. Femi. Oga ooo (a Yoruba exclamatory expression for shock or surprise).

Shocked and short of words, I quickly thought about what my defence would be like. Well, I swallowed up my pride and just accepted.

Me: Kemi I’m sorry please. Sorry I didn’t come to your shop as promised. I was truly busy. I just came outside to receive a call.

Kemi: Ok ooo. Is this where you live?

Me: Ermmmm, yea.

Kemi: Ok ooo. Now that I have known your house, I can decide to come anytime I choose to…and please, don’t lie to me that you’re not at home because it will hurt me. I missed seeing and talking to you.

Me: Eeeyah. I’m so sorry. Don’t worry. Anytime you choose to come, just tell me; I’ll make sure I stay at home.

Kemi: Alright. Thank you. Let me be on my way. Are you coming today then?

Me: Yes I will.

She smiled when I affirmed my promise and walked away. I felt a little distraught cos she caught me unawares. Well, made up my mind to go see her without failing. The dilemma I now have is that she specifically said I’ll be coming to see her alone. How’s that gonna be possible with my friend’s shop in close proximity? Will go to Kemi’s shop without going to my friend’s shop first? I need to tell you guys that Kemi had told me over the phone that she had stopped talking to Samson since that day cause he was unrepentant and remorseless ever since. Also, he never stopped taunting her anytime she passes in front of his shop. Una don see wahala wey I don enter now? In the voice of one of the actors in the film, “The Transformers”, he exclaimed “…are you gonna pass up a bro for a ho?”, I guess that was what I am about to do: sacrifice going to see my good friend for a lady a barely know. Well sometimes, life can be that difficult; hence we’ve got choices and decisions to make everyday of our lives. but deep down in my heart, I do not want to offend any of the party. So, I devised a plan. Samson my friend loved pounded yam so much. So, I took another route to his shop that will make it impossible for Kemi to see me, though she may hear my voice which will be easier to explain than if it is other way round. I walked into Samson’s shop, handed him 1k and dared him to spend everything on pounded yam. He jumped at the challenge and was ready to leave. We agreed he’s going to go eat it in the restaurant with one witness following him. He agreed to the terms and one person volunteered to follow him. So, that was how I was able to make Samson leave his shop so that I can go see Kemi for the time being. I calculated the amount of minutes that will take him to get to the restaurant, order for food, eat, relax a little and come back to him shop. I figured it will take him 25-30mins or thereabout. Good enough for me I concluded. Samson left his shop and I went to see Kemi.

I quickly told her that I have few minutes with her cause someone is waiting for me at the shop. She said no problem. She claimed she just felt like talking to me face-to-face alone. I summoned courage to ask if she could come to my house if she felt like talking, that we will have all the time in the world to talk about anything. She agreed speedily, stating that she had been eager to know my place since I have decided not to come to her shop all those periods of my unavailability. I checked my wristwatch, Samson had spent 23mins out of the allotted 25-30mins. I took my phone and dialed Samson’s number to inform him of my leaving for my own shop. He replied by saying that he is yet to even order for food. Chai! Na im I kon dey rush? A part of me wished to stay on with Kemi but what if Samson angrily decided to start coming back? I stood up and bid Kemi goodbye. I also asked when she would like to come and what she would like to eat.

Kemi: Friday, 3pm. Just anything will do for me.

Me: Call me when you’re coming ok?

Kemi: Ok I will.

I waved her goodbye and pretended to be on my way to shop. Once I am out of sight, I took a bike via another route home. That was how I navigated through that difficult dilemma. Some readers might have simpler ways of going about that, but for me, that was what came into my head that day..and the bottom-line is that, it worked.

I love preparing well for visitors, be it male or female. My house must be neat and appeasing. So, I cleaned everywhere, wash the washable, cleanable and discarded the dispensable. So, I was ready for Kemi’s visit. I don’t know why I felt safe in my own house though. I realized I behaved natural and calm anytime I am within the perimeter of my apartment. Kemi called me on Thursday to confirm if our deal was still intact. I assured her that nothing has changed…except she changed it. She promised to come as promised with some gifts she had bought for me. Gift? Ok oooo. Na so dem dey start ooo. Na jeje Femi siddon ooo wey this one bring gift. Well, me sef get gift for am; a gift she will never ever forget her whole life. In case you are wondering the kind of gift I prepared for her, here it is: PRAYERS! Lol

Kemi came as promised. I was washing my laundries when her call came through. She stood at the gate looking like a lost person in a strange land. I called out to her from the main door to my apartment and gestured to her to come. I made her relax while I excused myself to finish up my chores since I am almost through. Meanwhile, one of my boys was with me when she came in. I asked him to power the generator for me and leave for shop. Quickly I rush up my laundry, spread ‘em outside and that was it. When I got to parlour, Kemi was still looking around and looking so timid and shy. “What’s wrong Kemi? Feel at home ooo. I’ll be with you soon. Let me get you something to eat.”

Iya Bola, a very friendly house-wife, still in her early thirties was my second neighbour. Her apartment is a little detached from the main building. Occupying the last flat was a Mobile Police Office who comes home daily very late into the night. Iya Bola’s husband is business man who travels a lot, leaving his wife and 2 kids at home. Earlier that day, I had made a deal with Iya Bola that I am expecting a visitor, and I don’t have the time for kitchen at all. Besides, I had washed all my pots and cleaned up my kitchen. Since I planned no cooking for that day, all my feeding was on her. She agreed to cook whatever food I wanna eat.

Let me digress a little and tell you about the ‘almost’ act between Iya Bola and I.

I don’t do married women; no, I don’t. That’s disrespectful and dishonorable. However, I almost had it with her if not for good conscience and determination. I was coming home one day from shop with the phone that Iya Bola’s husband had asked me to give his wife as a surprise on her birthday: a brandnew Blackberry Bold 6. He insructed me to walk in silently without her notice, drop the phone on the table with a simple note, “I love you darling. Happy birthday. From your lovely husband.” I agreed to it; well, not without him giving me egunje for the job.

On that day, I walked into her apartment when I thought she will be sleeping. I dropped the phone on the table and was about to leave when she came out of the bathroom Unclad. This was possible because of the way their apartment was structured. She froze when she saw me standing with my eyes fully surveying her body part. It is hard to tell if Tolu (Iya Bola) was actually the mother of her kids. I said this not because she flirts, but because her body was just perfect that you wouldn’t believe she had had two children already. Her body was way perfect and smooth more than many of our teenage girls these days.

She walked silently clutching and covering her p***y and bossom. I looked away from her while she made her way inside her room. I left her house immediately without saying anything. I went back to my apartment, locked the door behind and began reminiscing about what I just saw. I laughed, hissed, felt remorseful and sad. I spent 30 more minutes inside the house before I decided to go back to shop. When I opened my door, I saw a white paper on my footmat at the entrance of my door which reads,

“You saw me didn’t you? I hope I’m beautiful and s*xy**, still? Thanks for bringing the phone silently.”

Since that day, there is nothing I requested that she wouldn’t do. At times, I felt she was over-doing things just to please me. Well, I guess she wanted something more than me just seeing her body. Who can blame her? At times she can go 4-5 months without seeing her husband. Body no be firewood now. I pitied her. But for me, I can’t do it; no, not on my life.

When I thus went to her house to remind her of the food I had requested, she packed it in a nice dish and volunteered to take it inside my house for me. I objected to the idea and took the food from her. Apparantly not happy with my delination, she left my presence angry. I never mind. I just went inside my house served Kemi and myself and galloped the meal.

After the meal, Kemi said she was feeling sleepy. She la!d on the chair to sleep while I clean up the table, wash the plates and returned them to Tolu, who won’t talk to me because I refused her ‘good’ gestures. I called her out of her room, went close to her, hugged her and whispered in her ears,

“I’m a smart guy too. I understand the code and signal…but I can’t do it; you and I both know that it is not right. I am sorry, please forgive me..”

She looked into my eyes and smiled. She hugged me and patted me at the back. She assured me her overtures are over. I left her house and went back to Kemi who was already sleeping on the chair…

To Be Continued…