The painful pleasure - Season 1 - Episode 26

6 years ago

The painful pleasure - Season 1 - Episode 26

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Sandra’s problem was becoming rather unbearable for me.

She was always stalking me, and she was really irresistible.

What made me put myself into the whole mess was the misconception I had about Aramide which turned out to be
nothing but a mirage. But then, the whole issue has been resolved, I didn’t seem to be able to come out of the
pleasure that was having a grievous effect on my soul.

The friendship between Aramide and I suffered a downturn.

Aramide started avoiding me. I could not even look her in the eyes after calling her all those dirty names.

Even if it was her, I shouldn’t have acted that way, but I was really
disappointed, and I really blew a fuse, I really overreacted.

My little affair with Sandra had really affected my academics.

I did not seem to grab things easily anymore.
Because each time I opened my books to read, all I could see was Sandra. I discovered that I needed help, then I
decided to tell Moji the whole truth about my affair with Sandra.

I would have told my roommates but what else can I expect from such people than encouragement to continue.
On a Thursday evening, Moji and I had a stroll to a quiet place, I told her I wanted to tell her something important.

When we got to a spot, we sat and I started talking. . .

Me: Moji, there is something I want to tell you.

Moji: I know, that’s why we are here

Me: Moji, I want to say this with all sincerity from my heart,
because it’s a feeling I’ve been having due to things happening in my life. If I tell you this, hope it won’t change
the way you see me?

Moji: Tell me anything, I’m all ears

Me: And if it turns out that you’re hurt with what I’m about to
tell you, please remain my friend. Because you’ve done a lot in my life, I appreciate it, and I don’t want anything to come
between us.

Moji: (loosing her patience) What is it you want to say, just tell me, I’m listening to you.

Me: I am in . . . ( A phone call interrupted what I wanted to say, it was an unknown number) Please let me pick this call.

Moji: Alright, No problem

Me: (I picked the call) Hello, good evening who am I speaking with please?

Voice: Good evening, are you Mrs Omishakin’s son?

Me: Yes I am. How may I help you?

Voice: Your mother was rushed to this hospital now.

She collapsed in her shop, (I was already losing control) and was rushed to our hospital. She is here as I speak. Your number
was the only relative’s number we found on her phone, because she saved it with “my son”. We want to have a word
with you, please come to St Peter’s hospital as soon as possible.

Me: No!!! What happened to my mum? Hello! Hello!! Hello!!!

(The call went off, I tried calling the number, and it wasn’t
reachable. Moji knew what was going on)

Moji: What happened to mummy?

Me: (Panicking) I don’t know too, the guy said she slumped in her shop and collapsed. I’m going to Ibadan tonight (That
was around 10pm)

Moji: Please Dapo, we can’t get a bus tonight, let’s go
tomorrow

Me: I need to see my mum (shouting). Wait did you say we?

Moji: Yes I’m going with you. We have just one class
tomorrow. We will surely stab the lecture. We will go through all this together okay? We’ll pull through. I’m here
for you. Just calm down and let’s leave by 5am tomorrow
morning.

After so much pleas by Moji, I finally agreed, I was so
disorganised
We went to the hostel to sleep but I couldn’t sleep all night. I
kept looking at my watch as it was really slow. “I hope
nothing bad has happened to my mum? Lord please protect
my mum.” I was thinking all through the night. That was indeed the longest night of my life. When it was 5, Moji was
already at Anglomoz car park. Moji paid for the whole journey.

I started thinking back and forth “So God wants to use my mum’s life to punish me for sleeping with Sandra?”

I thought to myself. The journey was so long. We left ife around 6am. We got to Apata around 8am.

We went straight to St Peter’s. When we got there, we entered straight into the doctors office.

The nurses were trying to restrain us but the doctor told them to leave us. . .

” I’m Mrs Omisakin’s son, please where is my mother what happened to her?” I said with so much fear. “You must be Dapo, your mum kept mentioning your name”. The doctor
said.

This time around I had totally lost control. I shouted so loud in tears. “Doctor where is My mother?!” The doctor
looked at me with pity, and said.

“Mr Dapo, I’m very sorry. . .