Story: True Life Story Of An Addict

8 years ago

Story: True Life Story Of An Addict

Guys, there are things I always do when hugging a woman. Once we are close, with my chest touching her b0s0m, I will press her against mine and stroking her hair softly with my fingers. Then, I’ll let my fingers run through her ear, down to her cheek and her arms down to her waist! Did I hear you sing Iyanya’s song, All I Want is Your Waist? Lol. That’s my game felas and, well, not for pride or something, I am yet to meet a woman who can resist such move.

Thus was how I captivated Ini’s mind. I made sure my nose was close to ears and lips, close to neck. I feigned a heavy breathing and then, touched her neck with the tip of my lips. She held on to my shirt and won’t let go until I broke off the hug. Then I whispered,

“See you tomorrow.”

While she turned around to go, I held her hand and kissed the back of her hand! One step too many right? That’s my style. I love making my intentions clear and direct. Willingly, she returned to me and hugged me herself, again. This time, she did the whispering,

“See you tomorrow. Sleep well.”

Let me explain something guys. With almost a decade in this game, and with over 15 girls (and still counting), I can’t remember wooing a girl directly, except Mary, my first girl. All I do is come in contact with them, develop a open-Pour-friendly attitude, flatter them with beautiful words like poems (I’ve written well over 40 Love Poems) and let the rest unfold. That simple? Not really!

I tried to present myself in the most brilliant way: I dress smart, I speak well, and above all, I don’t trip for any girl; it is always the other way round. My greatest trick is to make them feel comfortable, safe and secure with me. That’s the most important thing any lady will look out for in a relationship. They want assurance if they are secured with you (security here means no other girls around, available when needed, satisfaction when desired, a shoulder to cry on when in pain, and a brain box when in need of ideas). I tried to fulfill all of these as best as I can…but not perfect.

I sat on my chair to savour the next meal on the menu: Ini. “I hope she understood my intent”, I querried my judgment. Anyways, make tomorrow comw now.

It has been more than 3hrs since Cynthia left my house with no calls. I dialed her number, not available. Bad network I assumed. I turned to my TV to relax with WWE instead, with the hope that Cynthia will call me when the netwrok is better.

About 10mins later, my phone started ranging. A number I don’t have as contact was calling,

Me: Hello?

Caller: Hello? Is this Mr. Femi?

Me: Yes it is. Who am I speaking with?

Caller: This is Nurse Deola. I just called to check on you.

Me: Wow! I appreciate your call…but this is not the number you used earlier today.

Deola: Yes. This is my private line. The one I used earlier is what I give to my clients for official use only.

Me: Oh! That’s cool. Thanks.

Deola: You’re welcome. How are you feeling now? Hope you were able to secure the drugs I prescribed?

Me: Errmmm….yeah! I got some but not all.

Deola: Would you mind if I help you get them and bring it to you?

Me: Ha? Nooooo. I’ll get them myself ma. You need not bother.

Deola: I told you to stop this ‘ma-ish.’ Call me Deola please.

Me: Ok Deola. Don’t bother, I’ll get them.

Deola: Ok, if you insist. Where do you leave by the way?

Me: I stay in Lekki, Ikate area.

Deola: Wow. That’s cool. My house is opposite Jakande Estate. Can I come check on you over the weekend then if you’ll be around?

Me: (Reluctantly) Well, that will be nice of you if you come.

Deola: Ok. I’ll stop by your house when I’m on my way back from a wedding at Federal Palace Hotel. Is that alright?

Me: Yes, it is. I really appreciate your kindness …De.. De…

Deola: Funny you. Deola please. I’ve got to go now. I’ll call you tomorrow again ok? Stay safe.

Me: Ok. Goodnight.

Call ends.

Please don’t imagine my condition. I knew I was in one big trouble. It was an experience that really opened my eyes and taught more craftiness and, sadly, punishment.

Around 10:23pm, Cynthia called eventually. And like I rightly guessed, network forbad her from calling and receiving. She asked about my health and if I have eaten anything. I assured her that all was fine. She told she had booked for a night journey along with 3 of her friends and asked if she could come very early tomorrow morning to see me,

Me: Why bother? Just do your thing Cynthia. I’ll be just fine ok?

Cynthia: Hmmmm! Femi? Are you sure?

Me: Yes I am. Do you have enough for your transport and comfort?

Cynthia: I have more than enough Femi. I’ll be fine.

Me: Ok. Let me go to bed then.

Cynthia: Yes please. I’ll call you tomorrow morning, afternoon and at the park in the evening.

Me: Ok. Goodnight.

Cynthia: Goodnight.

Call ends.

Quickly, I sent Ini a text message which simply says, “I can’t wait for tomorrow. Good night dove.” She replied my message in an instant, “Me too. Goodnight Oga Femi.”

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