Story: True Life Story Of An Addict

8 years ago

Story: True Life Story Of An Addict

MTN didn’t just employ my boss directly from London. There is a recruiting firm from South Africa called Indigo. They have a branch in Falomo very close to MTN Complex. That happened to be my working domain most of the week as well as moving in and out of MTN complex.

Let me spare you guys with all the details jare.

Weeks passed. I became so acquinted with my work and area. I just love my work: soothing, simple and rewarding. Weeks passed into months and by now, I became more relaxed and the whole new adventure became normal. I was barely 3 months into my new work when I ran into Cynthia, a friend of mine during my ND days in Lagos. Cynthia is a yoruba girl: raw, direct, busty, smart and ultra vulga back in school. We were just mere friends and nothing serious actually happened between us. The closest we ever got was when we were together in a group for an assignment on Principles of Law. I was the leader of the group, she was the assistant. This brought a little closer as we tried to solve various questions from the group assignment. Aside this, all na ‘good morning’ -ish.

My boss and I were on our way to see a client on Ademola Adetokunbo road. We stopped by a eatry cos oga said he was hungry. I helped us get the food that morning; so that means I’ll be the one on queue. The queue was unusually long that morning but I’ve got no choice. My oga sef no dey in hurry. Finally it got to my turn. I got served and I paid. When I turned around to leave for the table, I saw someone come in; somebody I know so well. She was with one guy like that, looking so tasty and clean. A lot had changed since I last saw Cynthia ooo. This is one mystery about lady: they change so quickly both for the wrong reasons and the right reasons. Change that I’m inferring to here is her beauty, body structure and levels. I would’ve called out to her but for my boss on seat, I pretended I didn’t see her. I went straight to my seat, consume the food before me so fast that I had to wait for my boss to finish his. My eyes was fixed on Cynthia while I sat beside my boss. Only God knew what made Cynthia leave the eatry in a hurry, aparrently to answer a call. I excused myself from my oga, I went outside to say hello to Cynthia. When she saw me, she almost tore me apart; screaming, hugging and asking too many questions at the same time. I couldn’t tell anything save that we just exchanged phone numbers and BB pins.

I went back inside to meet my boss who at the time was done with his meal. I waved to Cynthia as we made our way out. We got to where we were going, closed the deal and went back to office.

For the moment I was very free. I decided it was time to speak to Cynthia. I called her, exchanged pleasantries and all those stuffs. She asked of my well-being, where I stayed and what I do. I told her everything and she went “wow” when I mentioned MTN Nigeria. She flattered and hailed me when I told her about where I work. She asked if she can come pay a visit and I said,

Me: Of course. Why not? You will be my first visitor if you chose to come.

Cynthia: Na lie. First visitor ke? Many ladies go don flood your house jor, stop lying.

Me: Nooooo. I stay alone really. You will be the first seriously.

Cynthia: Ok oooo, if you say so. That means na Hummer Jeep I go carry go house be that abi?

Me: Well, you can. But first, I’ll give you a Hammer Jeep.

We both laughed and continued gisting. She asked about my availability and I said weekends will be ideal for me. She promised to come in two weeks time for a visit. While I await her visit, a day will not pass that Cynthia and I wouldn’t call each other, even after we have pinged for longer hours. Stylishly I asked about the guy I saw her with the first day and she was like, “Oh that? No worry jare. Him dey find fine girl but no wan spend. I don delete am that same day.”

Her revelations got me thinjing about the kind of girl I invited to my house. The danger is, once she knows this place, she’ll love to come again and again. She told me all the various stuffs she has done and I began wondering and blaming myself why I told her my address. She would send me pictures every morning she got dressed. Seriously guys, Cynthia fine no small…especially her big backyard. #Dilemma: a change to change my mind about her coming or a chance to lay my hands upon that treasure bag she carried around? There are simple ways to tell if a girl is really into you, and Cynthia showed all the signs in 3D. I guess that latter overshadowed my right thinking. My first f**k is on its way, I thought. I would rather I register my name in her chocolate city* than cook up excuses.

I’m picking up from where I left off in Ikorodu. I’m going to see how it feels like to experience romance in Lekki surburbs. It’s never gonna be the same I know for sure. So, all was set: the house, serenity, expectation, the right mood, developed a nice plot and devised a plan to make her remember ever coming to my house.

#The Beginning.