Story: True Life Story Of An Addict

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Story: True Life Story Of An Addict

Wow! I am overwhelmed by so much love shown to Deola here. It just go to show how soon people forget you once you’re dead! Ini (RIP) for me, was my woman. Deola’s case was just a case of a complicated complexity with a complex complication!

My proposal of marriage to Deola was a coy, a plot to win back her heart. I never really meant it. Unfortunately though, she read too much meaning into it and since then, grew overtly crazy about me. Little wonder why a no-nonsense classy lady suddenly became a humble and submissive woman? I am not saying she faked it but, the action she put up when she heard of Ini showed and proved that she actually was play acting all along. Well, I might be wrong though but what is done is done! No going back, no second thought.

For the next few days, Deola kept calling me and begging me. She cunningly sent my boss to beg me on her behalf, claiming she’s offended me. I was shocked the day my boss and I discussed her, not passionately though but an almost,

Oga: Hey Femi, how are you?

Me: I am fine sir.

Oga: Hope you’re holding up? You just have to move on, ok? Life has no apology for anyone.

Me: You’re right sir. I am hanging in there.

Oga: Good.

Me: Yes sir.

After some minutes of silence, he turned to me sharply and said,

Oga: Ehn ehn, that reminds me. Deola said she offends you, and that you’re not answering her calls. What has she done?

Me: Ha? She said so?

Oga: Yes. That you’re avoiding her kind of.

Confused of what to say, I quickly concort a lie,

Me: Truth be told Oga, she did offend me.

Oga: What has she done?

Me: I asked her to lend me some money but she refused. I know she has it but doesn’t wanna do it.

Oga: I don’t get it. Why ask her for money? What could have led to that?

Me: Errmm, nothing really. She was at my house to check on me the day I asked her. Don’t worry sir. All is well. Probably she called me when I wasn’t with my phone.

Oga: It’s alright. But please, whatever it is between the two of you, settle it quickly. A child of God doesn’t keep malice. The fact that she had to tell me about it shows the gravity of what you think it’s nothing.

Me: I’ll fix it sir.

Oga: Alright.

Is Deola desperate or crazy in love? You have all said she’s good, kind, lovely, your favourite and that’s true. But there is an adage in my language that says,

“A le f’ipa m’esin d’odo, sugbon a le f’ipa fun l’omi mu.”

Meaning you can force a horse to the river but you can’t force it to drink water.

I have settled it in my heart: Deola and I can’t be anymore…

To convince my boss that I truly have everything under control, I called Deola,

Me: Sister Deola.

My boss turned around when I mentioned Deola’s name. He smiled a little and returned to his work.

Deola: Thank God. Good morning. Where are you?

Me: In the office.

Deola: Ok. When can we see Femi?

I lowered my voice so that my oga no go hear me,

Me: Errmmm, this weekend then…in your house.

Deola: Ok. I will be expecting you.

It was on Tuesday. So, I’ve still got roughly over 72hrs to plan, device and strategize on how to put a stop to ‘us’. Yes, you read it correctly. This weekend, I am gonna make it official: Deola, we are done! Her house was fitting for the last ride cos it all started there. Don’t see me as a wicked and unforgiven guy. I got tired of my kind of life. So I was ready to do whatever it take to break free, even if the lady concerned is Deola.

On Thursday morning in the office, I got bored. My boss had gone out to meet a client…without me. That’s the very first time though. I sat there in the office playing Chess on my system. People hanged around each other gisting, laughing and doing all sort. I want none of that. My heart was far removed from office but my body couldn’t just vanish out of there. I stopped playing the video game and resorted to chat on my phone. Later, I felt an urge to call someone; someone I have not spoken to for a very lone time. As I scroll up an down my contact, the name Osas rang in my head. Yes! Osas. Wow! It’s been a long long time we talked. So without much a do, I dialed her number,

Osas: Hey Mr. Smart!

Me: Excuse me? My name is Femi.

Osas: I know. I saved your number as Mr. Smart.

Me: Why?

Osas: Because it takes only a smart guy to easily get a lady’s number without first asking for it.

Me: Oh that? That’s not smartness. I just used one of the many facilities provided by our Telecommunication companies: ‘Please Call Me’ Option.

Osas: Well, that’s true. How are you? It’s been a long long time o. What’s that your name again?

Me: Jesus! Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten.

Osas: You will have to pardon me. Like I told you, I saved your number with Mr. Smart.

Me: I am angry, seriously angry.

Osas: Sorry sir.

Me: Hahahaha. Got you there. I am Femi.

Osas: Wow! My heart kept telling me your name starts with F. What I couldn’t get is whether you’re Festus or Felix.

Me: I am neither. I am called Femi. Please edit it after this call, ok?

Osas: Yes sir!