Must Read: Diary Of A Sexx Addict (18+)

Episode 7 years ago

Must Read: Diary Of A Sexx Addict (18+)

Akon show? Is Akon coming to calabar? Live?

Damn! My favorite musician is rocking this city and I was planning on traveling back home. I’ve been deeply engrossed with events of last night that I didn’t keep up with events around town.

What else did I miss? Obudu power bike display!

Wow! I’ve been indoors since arriving this town, and I’ve spent almost all of today indoors with Margaret.

“What did she say? Is she coming here? Talk to me!” He desperate pleas brought my thought back.

“No, she’s not coming here. I have to meet her at the stadium”.

“Stadium”, she asked, “the stadium won’t give us the environment to communicate. We need closure”.

-Easy girl-
She was right. But I dare not push emon. She might call it off if she smells any ambush.


“Is Akon really coming to calabar this night?”, I asked her.

“Yea, I heard nicky minaj was supposed to perform too”.

Who cares about that bump you call minaj, Akon is the raw deal, and I dare not miss this show for anything.

“We are going for the show. We will sort things out there”.

Between watching Akon perform and keeping my own part of the deal so as to tap that a’r’s’e. . .hard choice. I could still do both if I play my card right.

It was already 07:19 pm

We got ready and left the room for the show.

The reception hall of the guest house was filled with people. Loud music was playing and people danced at it. The attendants were busy brandishing plates of assorted food and drinks to customers. Margaret was waiting for the receptionist who was attending to some customers. Later she came to us. Margaret spoke in her native language, and asked me if I was retaining my room for the night. I told her I was, but I needed to get some cash from the Atm first.

She spoke again in her native language and we headed out.

We picked a cab to the stadium. Driving through the streets if calabar once again brought in some piece into my mind. The environment was serene, neat and well kept. I noticed that the inhabitants of calabar contribute greatly to the neatness of the environment. There’s hardly a roadside trading, most shops in the city are well positioned meters away from the roads. I searched everywhere for litters of satchet water, nylon bags and other major dirts that adorn most nigerian cities, but I couldn’t find any. The roads had sidewalks with good underground drainages.

The vegetation was lush as the city is a fine tune of nature and modern architecture.

We passed the mary-slesor round about, and workers were still busy remodelling it at that time of the night.

“They’ve been working on that round about for over a week now, 24 hours non-stop”, Margaret said.

“And dem no go finish am”
The driver added.

At first I didn’t understand what the driver meant by that, but he continued.

“Da(t) yuntion dey spirishual, na why dem no go fi(t) finish am”. [With the ‘tees’ in braces being silent. I noticed that the native calabar tongue hardly pronounces the ‘t’ letter, so its always silent in their dialect].

The driver insisted that the mary-slessor status that was pulled down by the governor angered the gods, and that soon, the gods will revenge.

“Na why the governor sick nau, and later come die”.

Which of the governors was he talking about!
“Which governor die?”, Margaret beat me to it in asking the question.

“Imoke now. You no no say him don die?”
“For where? Da(t) wan na lie”, she insisted.


They argued both in their native language, pidgin and plain english. I heard he was sick, but this was my first time of hearing he was dead. I was aware that people love hearing and spreading bad news, I just hoped it was not true.

But how will it affect the price of garri? I smiled to myself as I reflected on one of the stupid comments people make in an online forum I was a member of. Whenever topics they feel doesn’t directly affect them is raised, they try to down talk it by asking how it affects the price if garri. It was annoying at first, but later became humorous.

We got to the stadium amidst the crowd waiting in lines to be searched and let in. Margaret was right, this was not an ideal place to have a meaningful conversation. The speakers at the stadium was loud enough to cause a distraction.

Opposite the stadium, was the shopping centre. It looked more reserved. I called emon:
“Where are you?”, she asked.

“I’m heading to the shopping centre now, let’s meet there”.

I went to the shopping centre with Margaret. We found I cool spot and sat there. I told her she will have to wait at another spot. I will beckon on her to come when she’s needed. She hesitated for a while, but agreed.

My phone rang, it was Emon.

“I’m at the gate”.
“Ok, I will be there in a minute”.

I went outside and met her. She was wearing a dinner gown with a scarlet covering her chest and the bare top of her bossom. Its hard not to notice how nice her curves where, the gown complemented her beauty. I tried to behave. She was not the only one I was being careful about, I knew Margaret was watching from somewhere, and if I try anything funny, I might just loose my d”ikk. Its been long overdue!

She was holding a bag by her side, my bag! I was glad she bought them. I bluffed when I told her I prefer to spend minutes with her then asking for my bag. I played cool and the bag didn’t matter as I approached her.

I didn’t know how exactly to great. I just smiled lightly.

“Thanks for coming emon, let’s go inside”.

“Why”? She asked? So you can kiss me like judas and sell me to Margaret for 11 pieces of silver”.

Oh my gooooosssshhh!!!