Story: True Life Story Of An Addict

8 years ago

Story: True Life Story Of An Addict

I felt like waking Kemi up or at least help readjust her sleeping position cos she slept with her leg wide opened and her white pant visible enough. For few minutes I just stood there starring at her glorious tent. The was she slept was so awkward and suspicious so much that I felt deliberately slept that way to tempt. But for the genuineness of a sleeping face, I would have thought she pretended. I felt the only was close the gate of this tent is to wake her up. I decided I am not going to touch her or call her name. I went into my room, dialed her number and peeped behind my curtain to see if she will realize her openness. She proved me right though cos the first thing she did when her phone woke her up was to close up and adjust herself.

Kemi: Why did you call me?

Me: I wanna know the kind of ringtone you use.

She sat up and smiled. I went to sit a little distant from her and started engaging her in talks. We talked about everything and believe you me, Kemi didn’t hide anything, even the date she was disflowered, the name of the guy, the place, circumstances and how she felt. She was very blunt like my Grace. (I hope you’re not bored I kept mentioning Grace. She was the first real girl in my life, my play pal and friend. It sounds like I missed her right? Yea… I do).

Kemi went on and on until she talked about the death of her mother. She was almost reduced to tears when she narrated how she died, which led her to where she is presently.

Kemi is the 2nd child in the family of 4 children. She is the only female, others are males. She was loved dearly by her mother and there is nothing her mother will do, buy or go that Kemi will not be considered…first! She enjoyed uncommon treatment from her father too cos she was brilliant than all other children in the family. A year before Kemi would gain admission to study law in UI, her father lost his job. The burden and pain of this joblessness led to partial stroke and became unable to work again. Maintaining the family and footing the school fees of 4 children became the responsibility of her mother. She would farm, do laundry washing for others, babysits 8-10 children all in the name of catering for the family. In was this struggle that eventually led to her death. She had a cardiac arrest one day, fell down and died at the spot…while cooking the in kitchen when there was nobody home that fateful day.

A friend of Kemi’s father offered to sponsor her education if she would agree to follow him to Lagos. She accepted the offer and bade her family goodbye, thinking she was going to be a student of law in the University of Lagos. Two years on, Kemi had not bought a Jamb form let alone go for a Post UME. She had been restricted to a sales girl with no hope of change soon.

I was so incensed as well as sorry for Kemi. I moved close to her on the chair, held her hands and consoled her. She removed her hands from mine and just wrapped it around my neck, placing her head on my chest. With this new position, her big, firm and solid b0s0m was fully pressed on me. I tried to adjust myself but the more I do this, the more she held on to me tightly and closely. We were in this position for about 3mins before the inevitable happened. Like a stealth, her hand find it’s way through my shirt and begin to move her hands up and down softly, steadily…and sweetly. I opened my body to afford her room and to test if she was doing that on purpose, and yes she was.

I slid my hands underneath her blouse to sq££ze and caress her big firm b0s0m. She wriggled to the movements of my hand and m0aned for pleasure. See awuf! As a sharp guy, I became bolder and more adventurous, planted a passionate kiss on her neck while my left hand found its way down south her skirt. She responded by scrubbing her hand on my bulged machine seeking for an opening. I helped her by unzipping my trousers while lips met hers in a mutual consent of euphoric feeling. She succeeded in bringing out my machine and helped herself sU-Cking it up.

As this continued, a sense of guilt filled my heart. Damn! This girl just told me the most painful part of her life. This shouldn’t be happening. I should be encouraging her, not screwing her. Seriously I don’t know why most girls are sexually vulnerable in their most weakest moment. This is not the first time I’ve witnessed this, it has happened to me severally with other girls I’m gonna share with you guys soon.

To cut it short, I stopped whatever it is she started, left her on the chair and went into the bathroom. I came back to meet her standing at the properly dressed, ready to leave.

I gave her some money which she refused. She said her goodbyes and left, declining my request to see her off. She refused my call for 3 days before I went to her shop, not minding what my friend would think or say. “Now is the time to choose sides Femi”, I told myself.

On my way to Kemi’s shop, I met a church member, that brother (Timothy by name) who had delayed me in church on that Valentine programme. It has been a while since we saw each other because He had been in school and just came back. We exchanged greetings and I asked after his well-being. I hadn’t finished greeting him when said,

Timothy: Brother Femi, I hope you still remember our last discussion?

Me: Sincere I can’t remember anything. Can you remind me please?

Timothy: Haaa? Brother, don’t tell me you’ve forgotten ooo. Well, what I said that day was that you should go and pray that we are thinking of making you the next youth president of the fellowship. Do you now remember?

Me: (I pretended) Yeaahh…. I remember.

Timothy: So, are you convinced to do it?

Me: Hmmmm. Let me be frank with you. I don’t think I can do it. I’m to busy: shop, school with all its workload and assignments…. Bro, I can’t cope please.

Timothy: You see Brother Femi, it is God that help people to do anything in life; not by power or by might. It is by the spirit of the Lord and….

When I noticed that his words are getting rather too long, I interrupted him and said,

Me: Okay Brother Timothy. Give me until Sunday. I’ll get back to you.

My words doesn’t seemed to go down well with him, he just accepted reluctantly. Besides, I told him I had to catch up with someone waiting for me. He bade me farewell and we departed.

Halfway to Kemi’s shop, I changed my mind about going to see her in shop. “Who knows what I’m going to meet there or how she’s going to treat me?” I said to myself. I decided to send her a text message instead. Whatever started in my house must end in my house. So I said,

“I’m sorry if I misunderstood your intentions that day. Please Kemi, can you come back to my house? I really want to see you.”

I was surprised when I saw Kemi’s reply almost immediately,

“Ok ooo. I’ll come today by 5pm.”

I was elated when I read the message. That’s was the best news of the day. I made a U-turn and went back home.

Earlier that day, I noticed my back was aching me. I thought about going to Emeka’s shop for drugs when a thought struck me to choose a trado-medicinal supplements instead. The first person I thought of was Tolu. I had seen her give her children ‘agbo jedi’ (herbal medicine) before. I went straight to her when I got home and told her of my needs. She looked at me suspiciously and asked why I decided to take the herbal medicine since I was always the one condemning her whenever she administered it on her children. I cited backpain due to the streinous work I did at shop the previous day, and that I heard the medicine works faster on grown up men. To convince her, placed my hands on my waist I feigned to be in serious pain. She quickly rushed inside her room and brought a bottle containing the supplement. She poured some inside a cup for me and I drank it. I thanked her and left for my apartment.

By 4:00pm that day, I called Kemi…and this time, she answered my call.

Me: Ope oooo. Thank God. Are you still coming ma?

Kemi: (After a brief laughter) Yes ooo. A n bo ti e ba ni le wa danu bi to josi (I’ll come. I just hope you won’t send me away like you did recently).

I assured her there will never be a repeat of that. To proof to her that I was willing, I asked her to come with 2 packs of CD when she’s coming. She exclaimed “I don’t know what CD is ooo. Don’t spoil me please.” We both laughed and I ended the call.

I went to my kitchen to revisit the eba I left over last night. I quickly galloped everything and used some blood capsule too. For mind, today, Kemi go hear am. She has been accussed and convicted of crime against my machine, and so, she must face the full wrath of my powerhouse.

Tolu’s supplement worked wonders. Few minutes after I had drank what she gave me, my back pain had reduced, while the front stick is fully responding to the after effect of it.

In 9ice’s voice, “Today na today, k’olomo kilo f’omo re… Loni ni ko ni d’ola.” It was really a day to remember for me…