Must Read: Choice & Consequence - Season 1 - Episode 5

7 years ago

Must Read: Choice & Consequence - Season 1 - Episode 5

I liked Abike and heaven knew this but there was no way I was going to oblige her request this time around. I don’t think she realized how frustrating the relationship had become for me. When I was still at the University, I was under a tight leash but I didn’t mind. I was used to her refusals and satisfied with the lack of s ex status quo in our relationship. I didn’t know any better and I could not blame her.

I loved her far too much and had grown used to the reasons she gave me. She never lied to me or promised me anything. Actually she promised me something while I was asking her out – she told me point blank she was only going to have s-x with her husband! I thought she would tire and fall down by the way side but she had nerves of steel. I have lost count of times we nearly did it before she pushed me aside and picked her blouse off the floor.

Please take note of the word ‘blouse’ for I have never seen Abike’s pant!
However for the first time I was out of her grasp in this wet region. My days were long and boring while the nights were cold and lonely. I tried for so long but Petra was not helping and I was supporting her. I had my weekend planned and I was not going to allow Abike ruin it by another long, frustrating and sexually unsatisfying trip! Like my good friend, Charles would say ”No chance!”

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”Guy you need to help me if not the next thing you will hear is my obituary.”

”God forbid bad thing Ferdinand. Don’t use your mouth to curse yourself” Charles said in disgust. We were talking via Skype and I could see his baby in the background playing with some toys on the ground.

”Your pickin don put something for mouth o” I said pointing at my screen.
”Shoot!” he cried out dropping his headphone on the floor. He picked his daughter and cradled her in his arm.
”She is gorgeous” I said.
”And fussy” he finished. ”Fussy like her mother!”
”Perhaps if you put a ring on it, she would be less fussy. You had nothing but praise for her some months ago, so where is this frustration coming from?” I asked not expecting an answer.
”Story for another day but I gotta rush now. My woman will be home very soon plus I got to get ready for work. If she walks in and sees me chatting, you know what that means? She’s gonna conclude I’ve been neglecting the baby all day. I promise to call my dad again before the weekend. Ferdinand, I am on your case like ashawo when dey find work and that is the truth.”

I burst out laughing at his last statement but he carried on with a straight face in typical Charles style. He held the baby’s hand and waved it from side to side saying ” bye-bye Uncle Ferdinand.”

”Later my brother.” I said wiping the tears off my face.This man you nor go use laugh kill me.Abike was going to walk through the door any minute and I have been on my boxers all morning. I was ashamed of myself but what could I do. She returned two hour later with some cupcakes in a white carton designed especially for cupcakes. I was stunned at the elegant designs.

”It looks great” I said in admiration.

”Thank you, even my oga was pleased with my work. I had the best designs in class and that is the truth.

”You are doing so well and I aint tryna wash you babe.” Charles Americana lingo was beginning to rub off on me after an hour long conversation.

She looked at me and hissed in a playful manner then carried on talking. ”I know, the difference is in the nozzle. You know it’s the fake one I have, that’s why it never comes out so well when I practise at home. There is this chic with the proper Wilton brand her mother brought from jand. Come and see me gumming body” she said clapping her hands.

I didn’t miss the subtle message she had passed – knowingly or unknowingly. In times like this i felt helpless and completely useless.

These were things i could easily do without batting an eyelid when i still had a job.

”How much is the proper one? I asked.

”My husband, leave that one first. Let me manage the plastic one until my orders begin to roll in. Let me gist you, I stopped by the Church for our sisters meeting and guess what?”
”Put me out of my misery, I can’t figure what it is.”

”I got my first orderrrrrrr!” She cried doing a small dance around the coffee table. I smiled at her display. ”Woman, so did you go to church to sell market or attend your sister’s meeting?” I asked in jest.

”Both of them oh! Both of them and baba God nor go vex. I am going to make some cupcakes and small chin-chin by the side for 6,000 naira just like that.” I was proud of her. The last time I earned a penny was 8 months ago so I didn’t take this for granted – even if it was 60 naira.

”Come here” I said. She walked into my arms and I kissed her deeply. ”Well done, well done my dear wife.”

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We were closer to the end of our service year and I was excited. As the weeks ran into months, I was getting tired of my life at the village and longed for more. Charles was away for the weekend and I was bored stiff. I called Petra but she was full of stories. I was getting tired of her anyway but I needed her for times like this. I had tried in vain to get her to change her plans the moment Charles travelled but so far, I had been unsuccessful. She told me she was spending the weekend at the city with her cousins.

We had come a long way since that night when I gave her my shirt. It was a mutually beneficial relationship made up of passion and lust. I threw on a shirt and picked up my wallet. I called some friends and we decided to meet at ”run down town”. It was at the centre of the village where the youths usually hung out. I hardly came this far but I was willing to go anywhere but stay in my room today.

I was on my 2nd and last bottle of stout when Petra walked in with an elderly gentleman. I was seated in a conspicuous corner so there was no hiding. She was wearing a little black number commonly referred to as LBD. Her fair cleavage was spilling out and I was mildly surprised. She was not particularly blessed in that department (well nothing like Abike) so I wondered how she was able to pull it off.Men, girls and their packaging sef dey tire me.

I and my friends pretended like we didn’t see anything while she carried on without a care in the world. The man was old enough to be her father but obviously, not in her dictionary. Most village youths stopped by their table and yelled out ”Baba, I dey hail o.” I got tired and blurred out after a while ”who is that man sef?”

”Ahh baba himself” a colleague named Kingsley answered. He is the member representing this state at the Senate. We go just hail am before we commot. I for say make we go greet am now, but dat small girl nor go let person see road. You know he is the one that gives us something small at the end of the month. He stays in the city but comes around from time to time especially since this chick catch am.”

”Uhmn!” I said eyeing them form the corner of my eye.

Petra was rubbing his hairy arms and acting like a cheap sl ut. I was disgusted at her behaviour. She didn’t make any attempt to hide anything and even caught my eyes and stared ahead like she never met me. I knew she was no saint but I never imagined she was a runs girl.