Story: True Life Story Of An Addict

Episode 8 years ago

Story: True Life Story Of An Addict

Me: Baby I was just thinking out loud. Why do you read so much meaning into an innocuous statement?

Deola: I am an adult Femi, a woman for that matter. I understand what you’re passing across… I get it ok?

Me: Get what? You’re completely misinterpreting me here.

This argument went on for minutes. We argued back and forth with no consensus reached. When it clearly appeared that she was never gonna give in to my theory, I kept quiet. She went on and on ranting, complaining and making various baseless* comments about me. She even went ahead to claim that I purposely asked her that question because I was tired of the relationship and wanted out.

Me: Baby that’s not true. I just need you to calm down and listen to me…please.

Those words fell on her deaf ears. She continued her theory until I shut her up with this…

Me: What I actually wanna say is to ask you if you’re gonna be my wife? Wil you marry me?

Those words sent some serenity and common sense back into the room. The power of those words swallowed up the high voltage of emotions flying around the room. She looked at me and wondered if those words actually came out my mouth. Like someone searching for a life-saving answer, she enquired,

Deola: What did you say?

Me: You heard me clearly baby. Will you marry me?

Deola: I don’t know…and please, don’t compound my life for me.

Me: I’ll never do that Deola.

Deola: Thank you for your honesty. I wanna sleep please, if you don’t mind.

She la!d on the bed face-down. Silently and shamefully, I went out of the room lost in thoughts. The slam of a door behind me really proved that Deola was really mad and angry. I opulently succeeded in making matters worse, I compounded the whole issue with my insentivity. I can’t explain why or how I said I wanna marry her. That’s the most silly moments of my life. I acted idiotically. Those words made her even more angrier and incensed. Those words just flew out of my mouth without processing it. One Yoruba adage says, “Oro ni n yo obi lapa, oun na lo n yo ida lapo”, meaning, words can either bring peace or start a war! I think mine has brought me a war now, a war with Deola. Who go judge this case now?

I threw myself on one of the chairs in the living room. I asked myself a-million-and-one question on how silly a gentleman can behave in a flash of stupidity. I just hurt this simple girl for nothing. Even my foolish ploy to make her forget the whole melodrama failed. I thought about leaving immediately when I heard a beep on my phone. I received a message from…. DEOLA! She said,

“Do you actually mean those words you said or you’re trying to make me look more like a fool?”

I don’t know what to say. Should I say yes, I meant what I said, knowing fully well that I wasn’t? Or should I tell her the truth that I was only kidding, thereby pilling up her agony? Oh foolish me! I would have ignored the message if not for the last word in her message, “reply”.

Please guys, don’t ever tell a girl what you don’t mean, especially when it has to do marry or no marry. The consequence is always direly injurious. I knew I didn’t mean what I said, lailai, no be now. I can’t explain how it came out of my mouth. I stared at my phone for minutes not knowing what to say in reply. I summoned the courage to go back to her room and talk it over. I knocked on the door for minutes but she didn’t answer. She had locked the door from the inside when I walked out of her room. I decided to keep on knocking the door until she opens. I was still knocking the door when my phone beeped again. Deola sent another message,

“I don’t want you in here. Just reply my message, that all.”

What a leverage! I replied her,

“The question you asked me is too honorable to be answered behind a closed door. Why not allow me in and let me say what my heart is itching to say to you face-to-face.”

After I sent the message, I kept on knocking on the door…until I heard a sound form the inside, suggesting that the door has been opened. I turned the handle and truly, she’s opened the door. I walked in silently and soberly, looking like a repentant husband returning to his wife. She had returned to the position I left her in when I left her room, face-down on the bed. I sat close to her on the bed, moved my hand slowly and touched one of her legs. She resisted instantly…and I tried again. I succeeded at the 5th attempt when she decided against her IGG (initial gra gra),

Me: Deola I am sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you all. I am sorry. Please forgive me.

With her head facing another direction away from mine, she replied me,

Deola: I’ve heard you. Can you answer the question I asked now?

I have transported myself into a tight corner already, and I must face the music. I can’t go back now, else I made her feel even worse that she felt before.

Me: Yes I do Deola. I love you, and I would like that you be the mother of my kids. Will you marry me?

She turned around, looked into my eyes and said,

Deola: Yes!