Must Read: My Friend, Her Boyfriend And I - Season 1 - Episode 21

6 years ago

Must Read: My Friend, Her Boyfriend And I - Season 1 - Episode 21

We got home around 6p.m. I went straight to the bathroom and then to my waiting bed nak3d. I slept off in seconds. A consistence offensive loud knock disturbed my sleep. Who could that be? I just couldn’t fathom any reason for anybody to be knocking at our apartment door. I checked the time, 9:27pm. I quickly dressed up and got out of my room. I bumped into Tola on my way. We made faces at each other.

‘Who the heck could that me?’ She asked me acting scared. I humphed at her.

‘How am I supposed to know? Abi we owe landlord ni?’ I asked trying to cast my mind on the rent.

‘No oo, we no owe am oo. Sha go and open the door.’ She replied.

‘Why me?’ I asked pouting.

‘Cos you are older than me?’ She retorted.

‘Na now you…’ The pounding was coming in quick succession now.

‘Who is it?’ I asked feebly.

There was silent but the knock was persistence. I told Tola to call our neighbor’s number. We made the cross sign on our body, Tola went to hide and I opened the door, my mouth dropped to my jaw. I blinked at him, closed and opened my eyes, he was still there. It was Niyi, a very drunk Niyi. He had lost weight, his eyes looked hallow in its sockets, he had grown a bear, he looked rough. He had a bottle of McDowell’s under his armpit and he smelled terrible of alcohol and sweat.

‘Who is it,’ Tola asked from her hiding. I didn’t answer her, I just kept staring at Niyi.

She came to the door and saw who it was.

‘Oh my goodness!’ She exclaimed. Niyi eyed both of us and said,
‘What are you looking at out?’ I drooled.

He staggered forward loosing his steps. I caught him before he hit the door frame. I dragged him in and we both tumbled on the couch. He went on mumbling rubbish about girls being the same and how heart broken he was. I touched his neck to check his temperature, he flinched and yelled at me.

‘Dont touch me! You ruined my life.’ Sharp pain pieced my heart as he stared at me, then his eyes closed and he was snoring softly. Tola and I breathed in relief. We watched him for some minutes before we began to whisper to each other.

‘What the hell is he doing here?’ Tola asked me.

‘How am I supposed to know?’ I said.

‘Kila ma se?’ Tola asked.

I walked gingerly to his side, touched him light to see if he was truly asleep. He was. I took the bottle from him and set it on the floor. I motioned to Tola to come help me carry him. She shook her head. I glared at her, she threw her hands up in frustration and came beside me. Together we took Niyi to my room. She said,

‘Goodbye and good luck.’ And left my room.

I undressed Niyi to his boxers. I filled a bowl with water and soaked a towel in it. I moped him with the wet towel and covered him up with the towel. I went to the kitchen and fetched a bottle of water and a sachet of paracetamol. I placed him beside him by the table. I took a pillow and went to sleep on the couch. Before sleep claimed me, I prayed to God.

‘God, please have mercy.’