Story: True Life Story Of An Addict

8 years ago

Story: True Life Story Of An Addict

I helped myself with a wrap of garri that afternoon. Mehn! Calabar girls sabi cook o. At least, I’ve seen for myself what they are capable of kitchen-wise. Yet to be tested or experienced is the real deal; something coined as ‘Bedmatics’.

Without fear or favour, with all sincerity and fairness, if you are a Calabar girl and you’re reading this, just begin clap for yourself. As you will find out later guys, Calabar Girls, for me, are the most complete, decent, loving and unapologetically beautiful gender there is in the world! Howbeit, not all of them oo. Una know una self.

I took a cup of the mixture Cynthia brought and that was all. My oga give me money to buy drugs, I no gree buy. I go hear am. The food got the better side of me that afternoon and after all had been done, I went to bed for a quick nap…until Ini comes back as promised.

On my way to the room, Cynthia called as promised. We exchanged pleasantries and all. She asked about my health which I told was improving. She took the time to tell me her plans and how she’s gonna move along with her friends. I advised her to be careful bacause, seriously, I don’t like night travels. Aside the possible mishaps: accident, robbery and all, the quickie that most guys have inside night travel bus puts me off. Get a room felas!

While I talked with Cynthia on the phone, a part of me was sensing a shift of attention and affection from her. What could be wrong? It’s like my heart belonged somewhere else, far far away from Cynthia. Abi na because of the prospect of yanshing Ini dey make act like this? Una understand the feeling abi? Good.

I rushed her off the phone by claiming I wanted to sleep. She wished me well and promised to call back in the evening at the park before they move.

Cynthia: Ok Femi. I go miss you oo. Just take care of yourself for me please.

Me: I’ll try to. Just be careful ok? Travel well.

Cynthia: I will. What should I get for you when coming back?

Well, there is only one way to answer this question. Guys, whenever a woman ask you this question, give her my type of answer,

Me: Anything you think I am worth in your eyes and in your life!

Such an answer can make a woman give you her eyes. Lol.

I went to bed around 3:40pm. Before I slept off, I set the alarm on my phone to 6:45pm. My sleep was aided by my never-tired standing fan. It blew all my stress away and blew into me freshness, smile and a hope of a fresh p***y due for submission at most, next week. I slept that afternoon very happy, filled up and in a good mood. I also sensed that my health was speedily recovering. Make e quick ooo because I wan break record. That next week wey Ini talk na for herself ooo. Anything can happen before next week abeg.

Fast forward…

My alarm performed the task I gave it. 6:45pm, my phone woke me up. I got up from bed reluctantly cos I was a bit heavy. I washed my face and drank a cup of Lucozade Boost I had left in the fridge. “What should I do now?”, I asked myself. With no idea coming through, I went downstairs to psych and chat with our gateman. When he saw me coming, one could easily see that he had a million questions to ask me already. Do I need tell you which of the Geo-political zones our gateman came from? Your guess is as good as mine. I had hardly walked up to him when he started,

Gateman: Mr. Femi, good evening sir.

Me: Good evening Garfar. How are you?

Garfar: Oga me I dey fine o. Oga you I no dey go work again?

Me: Not really. I am on sick leave.

Garfar: Eeyah! Kai, sorry Oga. Me I no know o.

Me: It’s all right. I’m getting better now. Thanks.

Garfar: Ok oga. Ehen Oga, kai, me I wan ask you something o.

Me: Garfar, wetin be that?

Garfar: Mr. Femi me I dey this girl Ini for our compound everyday. Oga, shey she be your wipe (wife)?

Me: Garfar, Garfar! Why did you ask?

Garfar: Me I just ask o Oga because me I like the girl, Allah.

Me: Really? You don talk to her before?

Garfar: Kai me I no fit Oga. The girl no dey gree talk to me. She go just say, Oga Femi say make I come and I go open gate for am.

Me: Garfar, you want make I advise you?

Garfar: Advise me Oga, advise me.

Me: Leave that girl alone oo. She go chop all your money finish. The reason she dey come my place na because she dey help me clean my playhead with her cleaner anytime I need to use it.

That word confused Garfar a little. Well, that’s my intention anyways,

Me: I know you no understand. Just forget Ini ok? Go look for one small yarinya wey go manage your money for you o. Leave Ini alone ok?

Garfar: Ok Oga. Wahali you don do well Oga. Thank you.

We talked about other stuffs that I wouldn’t want to bore you with jare. When it was some minutes before 8pm, I excused myself and went back upstairs. I was climbing the stairs when Deola’s call came through,

Deola: Hello Mr. Femi.

Me: Hello Ms. Deola. How was work today?

Deola: Nothing spectacular. Just the normal routine. How are you feeling?…

Me: Well, you’ll be amazed. I am recovering pretty fast.

Deola: Wow! Way to go sir. Was it the same drugs I prescribed?

#Gbagaun! Oya lie now…

Me: Errrmmm, …yea

Deola: Don’t worry. I’ll bring some for you when I come to see you.

Me: That’ll be nice of you. I appreciate it.

Deola: You’re welcome. Good night sir.

Me: Good night ma.

We both laughed at the sir and ma stunt. She has warned me severally to stop the ma and I have done the same to stop her from using sir but since none of us is yeilding at the moment, aluta continua!

Ini didn’t come until almost 8:30pm. She claimed her madam forced her into balancing the books of account that night. Normally such exercise was supposed to be on a weekend but since the madam will be travelling and won’t come back until Monday, she had no option but to play along.

She threw herslf on the chair, looking so weak. I offered to get her a cup of Lucozade Boost but she rejected it.

Ini: Do you still have some a wrap of eba left in that cooler?

Me: Yea, sure. You want some?

Ini: No, I want all!

Me: Wetin me go come chop?

Ini: You’ve got Golden Morn now. Eat that.

Me: I don hear.

She served herself the last wrap of eba in the cooler while I go prepare my Golden Morn. My eyes kept probing on her while she eat, looking for a soft spot of emotional weakness for a sharp entrance. To prove to her that I’m stronger, I began to do what was not necessary. I rearranged the chairs by lifting each of them up myself. She watched me with surprise as I do the most senseless and irrelevant work of my life that night. And all for what? A change of heart?

Ini: Femi what are you doing?

Me: I don’t like the arrangement of this chairs. They don’t look to fit in the way I wanted.

Ini: And you think tonight is the best time to do that?

Me: Well, I feel so strong. So I thought, why not now? Besides, I think I am ok. I can even resume work tomorrow. I am back to my normal self. Wow!

She looked at me for a while and bursted into laughter,

Ini: Hahahahahahahaha. Please I dey chop ooo. Ok, I don hear you. But please, can you leave the chairs alone tonight? Or at least for the time being? You can continue your work when I am gone ok? Hahahahahahaha….

That cynical mockery made me look so silly and foolish. I left the chairs alone and sat down, angry. She asked me some questions which I refused to answer. She continued the laugh again and suddenly, out of nowhere, I slapped her!

That was how loud my imagination was guys!

She kept on laughing and I said nothing. When she was done eating, she cleaned up, washed the plates and the ones I had used earlier and got set to leave. She called my name severally but I never answered her. She walked up me, touched my head, moved her hand round my back and said,

Ini: Femi I am sorry. It’s just a joke now. Besides, you know you’re still recovering. Lifting those chairs would have taken a whole lot of energy from you now. You should be resting, not working.

Me: Who told you I am not resting Ini. I said I am strong and back to my normal self. I wanted to prove that to you that’s why I lifted those chairs all by myself.

Ini: Ok. Let’s assume you’re fully fit. Atleast give yourself a week to fully recover. Is that too much to ask from the man I love?

Chai! See caging! She caged me with those words: “the man I loved.” My heart melted away. She drew me closer and cemented her lips with mine. Gosh! Apa mi jabo straight (I became weak and defenceless). I pulled her over and made her sit on my laps. Oh Ini was just too good a kisser. She removed her lips from mine and started kissing my ears, nose, eyes, neck…all passing electric feeling down my spine.

Again, my wayward hand found its way in between her tighs and got a sniff of her pant. She held my hand and whispered, “Not yet Femi, not yet.” She continue the kissing with her hand policing my wayward hand from going further into the chocolate city.

The kissing lasted about 20mins before she broke off and stood up,

Ini: It’s past 9pm Femi. Let me start going.

Me: Stay with me a little Ini, please.

Ini: I wish to but I can’t. It’s getting late.

Me: Ini, I am very strong now. I’m fully back to myself. If you doubt it just try me out tomorrow. You can stop it if you don’t feel convinced that I am fully fit. Please Ini, I am dying to have you.

Ini: Femi I am scared. In fact, you know you are not supposed to be doing this. You should be resting.

She was still speaking when, coincidentally, Channel O started playing Banky W’s, ‘Don’t Break My Heart’. Chai! What a perfect timing that was. I will never forget that moment. I looked straight into her eyes, went on my knees, and said,

Me: That song is for us Ini. You’re the only one for me. Make me happy please.

She couldn’t stand it when she saw me on my knees. She joined me there and held me tightly.

Ini: I don’t know what to do anymore. I love you Femi.

Me: Then let’s tie this love tomorrow. I’ll make you happy I promise.

Ini: Hmmmm