Story: True Life Story Of An Addict

8 years ago

Story: True Life Story Of An Addict

“Today is going to be fun”, I said to myself. Goose pimples covered my body when the thought of Ini coming for her services brushed my mind. My queen is coming, the door to her chambers ready to be opened by my powerful tortem taken from Cupid himself. With my body bubbling for life, all things falling to place as they should, I’ve got for myself a sweet ride into Ini’s world.

My room called for my attention, especially my bed. This will be the venue of the meeting between a king and his queen. I cleaned up everywhere, used a new bedspread, mopped the floor and applied air freshner to condition the air in the room.

I switched my attention to my bathroom. “This place needs serious cleaning jare.” I used to have bottles of Jiks bleach in my kitchen’s cabinet. I used some of it to wash off all the stains on the wall and floor of the bathroom and the water closet (WC). When I was satisfied with the bathroom, I moved to the sitting room to mop the floor and rid the electronic appliances off dust and possible cobwebs. I left the other room untouched since I hardly use it.

After the cleaning, I decided on what to take for my breakfast. Rice come to my mind. I was in the process of cooking the rice when Ini called me. With an elated spirit and jubilant mood, I answered the call of the love of my life,

Ini: Hello handsome.

Me: Hello beautiful. How are you today?

Ini: I am fine my prince charming.

Me: What is with these sweet accolades today o?

Ini: You’re worth it now, even more. Besides, I can call the man I love any name I want; so far it makes me happy and comfortable when I call him the names.

Me: What if the person being thus addressed doesn’t feel comfortable with the names?

Ini: Really? How does it make you feel?

Me: Uneasy. You’re making me feel like the Prince of Dubai, like say I better pass as I dey so.

Ini: A man is what a woman says he is. If you’re a billionaire and a woman does not see you as one, forget it, you’re not a billionaire. Whatever it is you have will never entice her. So, my love, you are to me what I say you are.

Me: Hmmmm! Ini, what have I done to deserve you? You’ve been so magical and inspirational to me since we met.

Ini: See it as fate. But your claim that I’ve been magical to you marvels me. If discharging my normal duties as a woman makes you think I am magical, what if I now do more?

Me: Normal duties huh? Well, we’ll see about that today.

Ini: Hahahahaha. No make me change my mind ooo.

Me: Change wetin? I go come that your shop kon scatter everywhere ni. Abeg oo, no cause WW III.

Ini: You always make me laugh Femi. I love you so much.

Me: I love you too my air. Do have a nice day. When are we seeing?

Ini: 1pm.

Me: Ok. Bye.

Call ends.

To say the truth, Ini’s treatment of me is actually a normal duty of every woman out there. What we have in the society today is a disaster, a complete reversal of normalcy. You see a guy doing everything his girl asked of him only for him to keep begging to be loved. Women have so trivialized the issue of love as a fiction, an illusion, a mirage and a idiotic imagination. Girls often cry of heart break but in the real sense, many of them failed to do their part, their normal duties*.

The normal duties here doesn’t really mean s*x; it is about making your guy feel loved. Appreciate him for who he is. Tell him he is the best in the world; not because you want something from him but because he is actually the best in the world. Like the popular saying that says,

“Play your girl like a football and watch another man catch her”,

same thing goes for guys too. No guy will be willingly happy to throw his love where it will not be appreciated. Every guy want to be loved, respected and honoured. I am not saying that there are no wayward guys out there who will not appreciate it even if the girl is dying to please him. The percentage of those guys however is like 7%. If you keep doing your normal duties as a girl and your guy doesn’t value it, you keep at it; soon, his friends, even his family will tell him of his wrong. And if he fails to heed warning, nemesis will catch with him one day.

I ate my breakfast that morning and decided to feed my eyes a little. I took a plastic chair ro my balcony and sat down. I watched as girls of different shapes and sizes move to and fro. Nigerians are actually strong and hardworking. If only the FG will come up with a plan to engage the youths of this country who are mostly unemployed. Almost or more than 40% out of our total population are youths! Howbeit, jobless youths. We should be competing with America, China and the rest of the world powers if can but engage our youths by creating jobs. I can’t quantify the advantages and benefits that are thus attached to an economy with almost 60% work force.

Election is around the corner. Vote for the man who will listen to you and bear your burden. This opprtunity only comes once every 4 years. Your vote is your voice. Vote wisely.