Story: True Life Story Of An Addict

8 years ago

Story: True Life Story Of An Addict

What a woman! Simple, humble and peaceful. If I had met her before I do Cynthia, perhaps, I would not have had so many Kitty-cats flying around my house. She’s like a peaceful flowing spring out of the rock: cold, clean and chilling. I drew her closer and gave her a warm hug and a kind of ‘I-missed-you’ kiss. She whispered into my ears,

Ini: Baby I missed you. When are you coming to my chambers?

Me: During your break tomorrow baby. Come, I will be ready to clear off the highway with my arsenal.

Ini: Hmmmm. Hold me please.

We held each other for another 5mins before she broke off the hug,

Ini: I need to get back now. Call me later please.

Me: Ok, I will.

I devoured the food after she left. A delicious meal potent enough to provoke one’s J0yst!ck to stand tirelessly for hours. What a predicament! Truly, the effect of the food was directly on my J0yst!ck. The thing stand gidigba like iroko tree. Gosh! I must put this soldier into the test today. I pick up my phone and called Deola,

Me: Hello damsel. Are you up already?

Deola: Yes I am, handsome. When are you coming now? It’s almost 9am.

Me: I’ll be on my way already sweetheart. I am gate-crashing your house today. Just open up the gates.

Deola: Please don’t make me laugh jor. Just come, I am lonely here.

30mins later, I was in Deola’s house. The gate was slightly opened up so that I can gain easy access. Her door opened too effortlessly. Her living room became unbearable for me because of the aroma coming from the kitchen. I screamed at her and she responded from the kitchen,

Me: Deola ma pa mi ooo. Kilode? (Whatever you’re up to in that kitchen is too powerful. Do you wanna kill someone?)

Deola: What is it now? Don’t you wanna eat again?

Me: I do wanna eat but I am not sure I am up to what you’re doing in there.

Deola: Just relax ok? I’ll be done with it soon.

Me: Ayaf hear you ooo.

I removed my jacket and sat down. I tuned in to SS3 for a recap of a match between Arsenal and Liverpool. At least, this will help me relax while I await whatever Deola is cooking in there.

While watching the match, I cast my mind back to reminisce about who I was, and who I am becoming. From an innocent, shy and simple guy to a rugged and a s*x-freak playboy. If you don’t shape your life the way it should, life has a way of shaping you into what you don’t want. I mean, there is no life out there that is a free agent. You’re either the boss of your life or life itself is bossing you. You can’t sit on the fence. We are the product of our own actions, inactions and reactions. My quest to know how it feels to have s*x has turned me into a p**symonger who cannot do without penetrating in-between a female’s leg. And now, there is no way of stopping it; not even considering my health condition. I had hot s*x with Mary twice, and now, right here, Deola is gonna feel my sword again. What a life! Should I quit? Where will I start from? Who will be the first victim? Definitely Cynthia. She’s been out of the picture for quite sometime now so, it will be very much easier for me to make do without her. My big dilemma here is what am I gonna do to Ini, Mary and Deola? None of these girls is worth hurting. They are all nice, sweet and loving. Ini is gonna if I told her I quit, Deola is gonna faint if dare try it, and Mary, she would think I was joking because, in all fairness, we just got back together after a long long break. So, I’ve got a very difficult options here. Deola’s words brought me back to consciousness,

Deola: Hello Mr. The food is ready.

Me: Oh, thank you dear.

Deola: What’s wrong with you Femi? I have called your name like twice. What’s going on?

Me: Hmmmm. I was just thinking, what is that thing that I will do that will make you broke up with me?

Deola: What’s going on Femi?

Me: Nothing really. I was just thinking you know, a sweet girl like this, loving, caring and nice to me. What will I ever do to you that will make you wanna stop this union.

Deola: You’re scaring me Femi. This is not what I wanna hear right now, please.

Me: I am sorry. Let’s eat please.

Deola’s mood changed completely since I asked the question. She became moody and said nothing while we eat. And yes, she prepared rice, green beans, fried chicken, tomatoe juice and salad to spice all up. I noticed the sadness on her face,

Me: Baby what’s wrong?

Deola: Do you really want an answer to that question?

Me: Never mind. I was just thinking out loud.

Deola: Don’t worry, I will answer you. I will quit this relationship if I found out that you’re not faithful to me…but I will still be your friend. We will still relate, hang out, go out together…but you will never be welcomed anymore in my house. That might even make me reconsider my stay in this country. I am troubled Femi, I am scared!

She stood up from the table and went inside. I blamed myself. Why did I even ask her such a mumu question? I followed her inside and met her crying on her bed. I don cause wahala with my insensitivity.