Story: True Life Story Of An Addict

8 years ago

Story: True Life Story Of An Addict

Mysterious is the feeling knowing a girl is coming to visit, especially if it’s for the first time. You guys should have known by now that I am no stranger to stuffs like this. I’ve got my cards played out. Though the environment is different, the process is same: just make sure everywhere is appealing, tidy and arranged. Girls love to be in such environment; they will say yes to whatever you say (Lol. Not all girls anyways).

Friday was a big day for me. At work, Friday is like our off day cos most of the big deals were sealed latest Thursday. My boss hardly come around office too on Friday save only to register his presence. After that, everything else can wait till Monday. Same philosophy goes for me too: after all, I’m directly responsible and answering to my boss alone: He moves, I move; he stays, I stay.

Before 2pm I was home. I cleaned everywhere, cooked some stew with pork meat after I cooked some rice. I rushed down to the supermarket, got some fruity-juicy drinks and imprisoned them in my fridge. I called Cynthia afterwards to ask of her present location and her ETA (Expected Time of Arrival). She had called me earlier at work that she had left home but will be stopping by a friend’s house.

At around 4:50pm, Cynthia called me:

Cynthia: Which bus stop did you call it?

Me: Ikate Round About. Call me when you highlight there.

Cynthia: Ok.

Past 5pm Cynthia called me that she just arrived Ikate Round About. I put on a shirt on my knickers and walk up to the bus stop to go pick her (the bus stop is just about 5mins walk). Cynthia dressed to kill that day. Joking I asked if she was going to murder someone already. A black armless body hug, silky skirt witha white tennis shoe. She allowed her hair flow down unhindered with a touch of red wetlips make up. Her eyelashes were a little touched with eye pencil. Her teeths were as white as ever; so white that it could help you see clearly even in the darkest tunnel. She carried a short cream bag to complete the touch of glamour, elegance, beauty and perfection.

She gave me a hug right there at the spot. My third leg signaled its presence and ever attentive readiness. Quickly I engaged it in a non-verbal communication to stop jumping for joy yet. It was an ego boosting sight that evening as we walk home together. Seriously there nothing so soothing and sweeter than walking on the street together with a pretty lady. It is like an override that compels every eyes on the street – walking, sitting or driving – to fix their gaze on you. Chai! Truly, this was much more different to Ikorodu own. See levels? And you know, I’ve got to blend to my context.

I opened the door and accorded her the honour of going in first. I came inside and shut the door behind me. It was almost 6:30pm when she arrived my house. Na when dis babie go wan leave now. Before I begin to feel any lucky, I asked,

Me: You are late o Cynthia. When are you leaving?

Cynthia: I won’t stay long here. I’ll leave once it is 9pm. I won’t go home straight. A friend of mine stays in Phase 1. I will go pass the night there with her before going home the following day.

Me: Ok. That’s good.

This is approximately 2hr 30mins. Too short now, especially for a first timer. Well, one good term they say, deserves another. Let me make her feel so important in this her debut in my house. I made sure she had a swell time and her facial expression showed that she was impressed and satisfied with my hospitality.

It was almost time for her to leave. She looked at me and gestured her readiness to leave. I excused myself for a while. I reached for my wallet, counted 5k and sq££zed it inside her bag. I instructed her not to check what I put inside her bag until she’s gone. She obeyed (well, partly because ladies love stuffs like that). I saw her off to the bus stop again and didn’t leave her until a vehicle came around to pick her up. She waved me goodbye and I returned home.

At about 20mins later, Cynthia called me.

Cynthia: Femi you’re funny ooo. Thank you anyways for the money. I appreciate it.

Me: You’re welcome. I hope I tried a little?

Cynthia: See I will tell you that one later. See there is a development ooo.

Me: What development is that?

Cynthia: The friend I told you I was coming to see has travelled since yesterday. There is no one at home.

Me: Ha? Didn’t you call her before going there ni?

Cynthia: I did but her line has been saying number not available since yesterday but that has been the case most of the time. So I thought probably it’s a network issue. But now, I am wrong.

Me: Eeyah. What are we going to do now?

Cynthia: I already informed my mum that I won’t be coming home tonight. This may sound rather uncomfortable for you oo but seriously, there’s nowhere else to go except your place…if you don’t mind.

Me: You’re free anytime, anyday. I hardly enter my second room let alone use it. You can come pass the night here and you’ll leave tomorrow.

Cynthia: Ok. Thanks Femi.

Me: Welcome.