Story: True Life Story Of An Addict

8 years ago

Story: True Life Story Of An Addict

She kept quiet.

Me: Talk to me now.

Deola: What do you want me to say?

Me: I know I have hurt you. Let me atone for my sins by coming to sleep with you…sorry, sleep in your house tonight so that we can talk things over.

Deola: If that’s what you want.

Me: Baby now. I am sorry. Where are you?

Deola: Check your time and tell me where I am suppose to be at?

Me: Oh. Work. Alright. I will wait for you at the bus stop, not minding the cold.

Deola: No o. I don’t want to send you back to the condition I met you for the first time o, please.

Me: I will be fine Deola. I will wait.

Deola: No. Stay in your house, I will come pick you there.

Me: Ok dear. I love you.

Deola: Thanks.

Me: Come on now baby. I said I love you.

Deola: I love you too. Don’t worry, I will beat you when you we see. I will punish you with ice water and lock you outside for 15mins.

Me: I will gladly accept it…with love.

Deola: Mtcheew. Please I want to work joor.

Me: Ok love. Have a nice day.

Deola: Thanks. You too.

Call ends.

Women? Shakara ti po ju (They love acting up). Truth be told, Deola was really angry; and reasonably so. I was supposed to go to her house on Monday, I didn’t. She sent me a message today, I didn’t reply or call. That kind of behaviour can cost you your relationship, except if she TRULY and REALLY loves you. I promised myself to go to her house that night to atone for my mistake. I also planned not to have any intimacy with her since I just had a powerful one with Ini few minutes ago. I said to myself, “When I get to her house, we will just talk, talk and talk; no romance, no kissing and surely, no s*x with Deola.” Make una pray for me ooo.

I felt so tired after the magical s*x with Ini. Gradually, sleep began to arrest my body system and succumbed them to the power that be – the power of closing the eyes. I went to bed to sleep. I set my alarm to 6pm to wake me up in time for the journey to Deola’s house.

Sleep…Sleep…Sleep!

6pm, God woke me up through the alarm I had set. I took a shower, got refreshed and ready. I prepared me some Golden Morn cos I was a little hungry. After the meal, I called Deola again to remind her of my intent to come sleep in her house,

Deola: Hello man.

Me: Hello woman. How is work?

Deola: Work’s good. I am rounding up.

Me: Yea…you’re sounding like Deola now. That shows you’ve really forgiven me.

Deola: Don’t be too sure Mr., I am still angry with you.

Me: Alright. Show me all the anger when we entwine on bed tonight.

Deola: Not on my bed. You’ll sleep on the floor. Bring your food from home o cos I won’t cook for you. I don’t cook late in the night.

Me: That won’t be a problem baby. The first thing I need is admittance, which you’ve just confirmed. I will be as gentle, simple and civil as possible.

Deola: Better…big head.

Me: Oh, you calling me names now?

Deola: Sorry. Femi I was really angry with you. I am trying to forgive you Femi but I don’t always find it easy to forgive people.

Me: Don’t worry baby. I will make you not only forgive me, but forget I ever hurt you.

Deola: Hahahaha. And how are you gonna do that?

Me: You see? You’re already laughing. I need not tell you how, just be expectant. Got to go now, I wanna prepare.

Deola: Ok. Later.

After calling Deola, I called my boss to say hello but unfortunately, he didn’t answer my numerous calls. Probably he was having another managerial meeting or giving a pep talk to his crew.

I sat there in my sitting room not knowing what to do. I was going to resume my PES when a thought came into my heart: “It’s been more than 48hrs since Cynthia called.” Putting anger aside, that is very unlike Cynthia. She is not that type of a lady. Something must be wrong. I put my ego aside and called her line,

Me: Cynthia wetin dey do you sef? How you dey feel like? You want make I dey beg….

Voice: Hello. This is Cynthia’s mother.

Me: Ha? Sorry ma. Good evening ma. I thought it’s Cynthia.

Cynthia’s Mum: No. She’s been in the hospital now since yesterday morning. She was diagnosed of malaria-typhoid.

Me: Ha? How manage? What’s the name of the hospital ma?

Cynthia’s Mum: St. Nicholas.

Me: Okay ma. How is she now? Is she responding to treatment?

Cynthia’s Mum: Yes. She is sleeping presently.

Me: Ok ma. I will come see her there later.

Cynthia’s Mum: Thank you. What is your name please?

Me: Femi ma.

Cynthia’s Mum: So omo yoruba ni e to n s’oyinbo be eni pe o gbede rara (So you’re a yoruba man; why do you speak as if you don’t understand the language)?

Me: E ma binu ma. Ma wa wo yin l’hospital lola ma. Mi o ba wa nsiyin sugbon mo busy die (Don’t be annoyed. I’ll come see you at the hospital tomorrow. I would’ve come right away but I am a little busy).

Cynthia: Ko si wahala. O dabo o (No problem. Bye).

Me: O dabo ma (Bye ma).

Did I hear you say: Femi! Femi! Femi! Why can’t you go and see her now?

Well, tell that to Deola and see her reaction. Besides, whom will I tell her Cynthia is: cousin or friend?