MY JOURNEY IN LIFE.
EPISODE 19
I wish I could just skip this p@rt of the story or just say something like; IT ENDED ON THE COUCH. But I know this will be the best p@rt of the story for some re-aders, so I’ll just get on with it. The long and short of the matter is that IT ENDED ON THE COUCH. You still want to know how? Okay, let’s ride.
Cynthia, in order to make sure her apology found its way to my heart, started pla-ying with the beard. That soft palm of hers found its way to my che-st and started pinching the hairs therein. Haha, this Cynthia sef. That hurt me and I responded to stimulus. That’s exactly what Cynthia wanted. She may have made it look like she was trying to show me how sorry she was but I knew she had always wanted to do this and this time she caught me by the n£¢k.
I began to return everything she was giving to me. I even took over and got a little rou-gh with her. I gr@bb£d her by the w@!st towards me and we faced each other as our upper bodies glued together. I then gr@bb£d her hair with my right hand and dragged her head away from mine while my left hand was around her w@!st holding firmly onto her to make sure her b©dy didn’t separate from mine when I drag her hair. She was hurt by that, but endured it for the sake of the plea-sure she would derive afterwards. Suddenly, I separated my b©dy from hers and stood some distance away staring at her lvstfully. She could tell I was in the mood to get n@ûghty. Exactly what she wanted. I then said; “I’m about to invade your sacred zone with much hostility. I’ll nee-d all the strength in the world.” “Tell me what to do” Cynthia said with a voice burning with excessive de-sire for plea-sure. “I nee-d food” I said. “I’m really hungry and won’t make it past the first quarter if I take on this race in my pres£nt state. Believe me, I wish to see a corps at the end of it all. Your corps to be precise.” “How dare you!” Cynthia said as a challenge. “You want food, food you shall get!”
She left to the kitchen to prepare me food. I quic-kly got to my room to get some left over slee-ping pills I had been using to knock myself out whenever sleep went on a journey. I took three pills at once and rushed back to the sitting room. Cynthia prepared the food like machine. Before I could say J.A.C.K, there was food was waiting for me on the dining table. She called on me and I joined her there. It would take some time before the drug begins to have effect on me, so I had to del@yeverything till then.
I joined her at the dining and instead of eating, I asked her to feed me. It was exiting for her. It was as if I was pla-ying love with her to properly prepare the way for the real deal. We started doing those things they do in Nigerian home videos. She would scoop food from the plate towards my mouth, and when I open my mouth to take it she would withdraw it, and sometimes have it or gives it to me after doing that over and again. She was really helping matters.
It wasn’t quite long before I began to feel the effect of the drugs and started feeling dizzy. I was so happy and that made me smile a lot. Cynthia misun-derstood my smile for lvstful de-sire for her. We finished eating and she didn’t bother to clear the table. As soon as I stood up she jumped on me and started k!ss!ngme real ha-rd . She was so in the mood. But we got to the couch and then like an elephant that had gotten in contact with hunter’s bullets, I fell on the couch and bec@m£ motionless. She called to me and got no response. I heard her but didn’t respond. She thought it was p@rt of the process until she realized I was really asleep. She couldn’t believe it. She didn’t know if it was the food or something else, but the fact remained that I sle-pt off helplessly. She was so frustrated and didn’t know what to do. Nevertheless, she put her head on my che-st and continued ru-bbing it until I sle-pt off completely. That was how it ended on the couch.
The long night finally ended and Cynthia woke up but me, I was still de-ep in slumber. I normally took one pill of that drug when I wanted to sleep and it served well but this time, I took three because I wanted to pas-s out before Cynthia had her way. Now I had to deal with the aftermath of that uncalculated action. 1pm and I was still slee-ping. Cynthia got worried. She woke me up but I sle-pt again after some minutes and Cynthia concluded I nee-ded medical attention. She talked about calling the doctor and I objected dizzily, telling her I preferred going to the hospital instead of having the doctor come to check on me. I wanted to buy enough time to sleep away the effect of those pills.
I finally woke up by 7pm feeling very hungry. Cynthia wasn’t around then. I asked her maids about her and no one seemed to know her way about. I told them to prepare me food immediately. I went upstairs to get myself cleaned up while that was done. Those maids had known of my situation, so they were somewhat happy that I was back safe and sound. At least they considered me safe and sound, unlike Cynthia who had gone ahead to bring home a doctor to check on me.
While on the dining eating, Cynthia walked in with a white man in white medical suit and some instruments I couldn’t decipher.
“Oh my God! You’re awake! Were you waiting for me to be gone before you ended you slumber?” Cynthia asked.
“I guess I was really tired from the midnight exercise you and I engaged in last night, so I had to sleep that long to regain all my strength.” I said with a mischievous smile, pretending to believe that something happened.
“What midnight exercise are you talking about?” Cynthia asked with a confused.
“Oh Cynthia, I know I shouldn’t be saying this before this stranger but I just couldn’t help it. Perhaps he should leave now because my b©dy is catching some signals from your cle-avageand I bet it wants a repeat of last night’s royal rumble. But if he chooses to stay, he can watch.”
As I was saying those things I stood up from the dining and walked towards Cynthia as though I wanted to make out with her. Cynthia had always sought occasions to do so but this time around, the reverse was the case. She didn’t know if I was sane or not. That was very unlike me. Truly, that wasn’t me. I purposely did all that to prevent the doctor from carrying out any tests on me because if he did, my secret would have been unveiled. Another trick on Cynthia, and guess what; IT WORKED!
The doctor bade Cynthia goodbye and left the moment I got up to Cynthia and tried to k!ssher. It was all an act. Ever since I met Cynthia, that was the first time she resisted me. Though the doctor made a statement saying; there’s nothing wrong with this man, I think he’s love sick, Cynthia didn’t believe him. She thought there was something wrong with me, and she wasn’t going to let it slide just like that.
Since then, Cynthia treated me like someone with an unsolved problem, and as long as she wasn’t sure my problem was solved, she wouldn’t do anything to endanger herself. And that meant she wasn’t going to want me to bleep her until I was normal again according to her judgement. That was so cool with me. In fact, I started acting really strange but not in manner that suggested mental imbalance. I made it look like it was spiritual, but she believed it was medical and tried everything within her power to get me checked out by a doctor. All her efforts failed. It was sure to fail. It was best for her to think of me that way because I had changed my mind on her after watching the Ogechi on TV. Everything just worked out well. I don’t know how I would have broken up with Cynthia, though I never officially pronounced our relationsh!pinto existence.
Cynthia didn’t avoid me, neither did she st©p me from getting close to her. The only thing she made sure I didn’t do was the only thing I didn’t want to do, which she had always wanted to do. I took advantage of the situation and acted as though I wouldn’t last a day without feeling the warmth of her b©dy so that she wouldn’t have any reason to say I avoided her at any point in time. As much as Cynthia would have loved to do it, she didn’t for the sake of her health. She was afraid I had an internal disease that could be contacted by blood. “What sort of disease would make a man suddenly fall asleep without prior symptoms and wake up over eighteen hour later” she kept wondering.
Nevertheless, Cynthia never let me go. She never gave up on me. She didn’t take it kindly with anyone insinuated that my problem was psychological. She always believed it was medical. She was so sure I was going to come around someday and she didn’t mind waiting for that day no matter how long it took. She cared even more about me and was determined to see to it that my problem got solved. Cynthia had a good heart and indeed loved me. She’s always been there for me. I can’t begin to number the things she’s done for me even though I wasn’t giving her what she really wanted from me. She’s always been the one around and I definitely wouldn’t have gotten this far without her. Just at the time she was to reap the fruit of her labor; I was set to leave her for Ogechi, the one I loved but hadn’t been around me for years and I can’t tell what she has grown to become, unlike Cynthia whom I had gotten to know in and out. Was I being fair with Cynthia?
MY JOURNEY IN LIFE.
EPISODE 20
Well, it wasn’t easy coming by the answer to that question. “There’s only one way to find out” I thought to myself. And that was attending Ogechi’s house p@rty with disguised looks. There I would ask her some s-en-sitive questions that would clear my doubt on whether or not she still truly loved me like back in the days. YES!! That was indeed a wise one.
I summoned Cynthia and told her I nee-ded to take a trip to Oklahoma City. “Why do you want to go there? Are you tired of seeing me around? Cynthia asked. “Not all.” I replied. I think I nee-d to change my environment for a little bit. Who knows? I might regain my true self if I do so” I said, acknowledging Cynthia’s suspicion of me not being alright. Cynthia wouldn’t prevent anything that would put me in the state she wanted me in, so she cons£nted, though she insisted on coming with me. After a little argument about that, she let go. Three days later, I left for Oklahoma.
Looking out from the cab that was taking me to a h0tel from the airport, I saw a lot pretty things about Oklahoma City, one of them being Ogechi’s pictures on billboards. I saw about three of that before I got to the h0tel. I arrived a day to Ogechi’s house p@rty. After checking in and freshening up, I decided to take a little tour around Oklahoma and take some pictures. It was a wonderful time out. I visited the zoo and museum briefly and then proceeded to Ogechi’s residence so that I wouldn’t find it difficult knowing my way around the next day when it was time to p@rty. We got there and I was stunned by the magnificent building Ogechi had purchased for herself. It had a garden and a swimming pool. Well, those were all I could see from outside. I’ll get to see more when it was time for the p@rty. The taxi driver drove me back to my h0tel. I got to my room and changed into my pajamas, after which Cynthia crossed my mind and I called her.
“Hi J” she greeted.
“Hello Cynthia, how are you doing?” I asked.
“I’m sick” she replied.
“What’s wrong?” I asked
“I can’t stand your abs£nce” she replied.
“C’mon Cynthia, I’ll be back before you know it”
“Promise?” she asked,
“Promise” I replied.
She then cheered up and we engaged in a very long conversation like we hadn’t talked to each other in the last two years. As a matter of fact, I sle-pt on the call. Even at that, her call woke me up by 8am the next day and we switched to skype while freshening up on both ends. It was a really cool thing to do. After 9am we st©pped our call and I started preparing for Ogechi’s p@rty like it was set to begin the next hour, though it was set to begin by 4pm. I was nervous till 4pm and had talked with Cynthia five times for not less than thirty minutes before it was 4pm. I disguised myself with Fela Anikuti’s kind afro and covered my eyes with dark shades. Put on an old school suit and carried a staff as though supporting myself with it. When I consulted the mirror and found that even I couldn’t recognize myself I was convinced Ogechi would also not be able recognize me. I borrowed the disguise strategy from Cynthia.
It had been three hours into Ogechi’s house p@rty and the whole place was fool of superstars, some of which were pres£nt at the movie premier I and Cynthia attended back at Regina. It was a good thing I disguised myself. Ogechi was just welcoming people as they c@m£, and out of all who went there, I never saw anyone who showed up solo. I was the only one who went there alone. She c@m£ the moment she saw me and welcomed me, not knowing my true identity. I thanked her and she left immediately because she had many people to welcome and would not spend a longer time than necessary with one person except an exceptional big sh0t.
When it was 11pm some people were left outside to continue p@rtying while Ogechi and her superstar friends remained at the VIP section. During her last TV program she had promised to talk about her relationsh!pand other personal matters to some set of people. The VIP section was where that was going to happen and not all were allowed in. Not all even knew that something like that was going to happen there. Everyone involved had gotten in and the security stood firm at the door post to make sure that not even a spirit entered in again. Nevertheless, I went to the security and tried to sweet talk them into letting me in to no avail. I suddenly forgot that I was in America and brou-ght out some ti-ps to give to the security so that they would allow me in, and that pissed them off. They pounced on my and I screamed because of the pain they inflicted on me. That caught the attention of the VIPs’ and they rushed out to see what was going on. Ogechi didn’t come out with them. She had been taken to a safe zone like she was the president of the United States, to keep from her from harm in case it was an attack on her. When they found it was just a poor loner like I appeared, they relaxed and s£nt me away. But I refused to leave, explaining to them that I was Ogechi’s fan from the start and traveled all the way from Regina to be a p@rt of that discussion. They thought I was from the press and wanted to come and get her pri-vate life details and publish on the newspapers for the sake of money but confirmed otherwise after they searched me for wires and the likes but couldn’t find it, yet they didn’t let me in. Ogechi finally showed up and I explained everything to her in a way and manner she could not resist. She was my girlfriend. I knew the right words and actions she stood helpless against. So I narrated to her how I took a long trip down just to see and hear her talk about her relationsh!pafter years of longing to see her unsuccessfully. “It would be unfair to s£nd me away after all I’ve been throu-gh to be here” I said. There was something strange about me to her which she couldn’t figure out. If I had knelt down, she would have suspected or even known it was me, so I didn’t. However, she told them to let me in but keep a close watch on me.
She began her talk with jokes about how she used to be afraid of having an affair because her mother told her that boys would only come and steal her heart away. She didn’t un-derstand what her mum meant by that. She thought the boys were going to murder her and pluck out her heart from her che-st. She dropped that fear after she graduated from secondary school and got admission into the university. She told everyone she had longed to have an affair with a guy who truly cared about her all her days in secondary school but was afraid because of what her mum told her. So when she got into the university, she promised to find herself just the right guy who was going to give her the treatment she de-sired without taking advantage of her. It wasn’t easy to find such guys, she continued; stating how about seven guys she willingly gave her heart to, proved to be undeserving of it by seeing her as a little girl that was perfect for nothing more than S-x. “It was a good thing they didn’t have their ways with me” she said. Even the guy that finally gave her the kind of love and care she nee-ded still had a flaw. He cared about Ogechi, was always there for her, couldn’t bear to see to see her unhappy and all that. But he was discovered to have been double d@t!ng. Ogechi said his explanation was that he couldn’t bear not ma-king out with Ogechi, so he had to find himself someone to serve that purpose while Ogechi remained his queen. Ogechi never mentioned that she excluded ma-king out from her relationsh!ps, neither did she affirm that she permitted it. But the guy thought she wouldn’t go well with that idea, probably because of the way she carried herself.
I was just sitting there listening and waiting for it to get to my turn so that I would hear what she was going to say about me and judge if she’s been telling the truth all along of if she was just telling them super stories. Finally it got to my turn.
“All I have told you were just to make you un-derstand why it took me that long to find myself the right kind of guy for me. Now is time for the real deal. The prince charming you all want to hear about will be my t©pic for the rest of the night. Like I said, it is a long story, and a whole night is not enough time to say all there is about it. But I’ll try to mention the most important aspects of my relationsh!pwith my prince charming whom I have so missed.” Ogechi said that putting her right hand on her che-st and smiling as though reminiscing on a good experience. She then started talking.
“He’s a Nigerian like me but from the southern p@rt of the country. I met him one night un-der a chaotic atmosphere slee-ping. I was supposed to look for a way to get out of there before I got caught by the police who were randomly arresting people. But a f0rç£ stronger than I could resist compelled me to st©p and wake him up. Of course I shouldn’t have left him there like that but I sure was going to if not for the f0rç£ that st©pped me. To my greatest surprise, he started weeping when I woke him up, thinking that the reason for the chaos was the end of the world. He begged God to forgive him and it struck me that he was a Christian that was expecting the second coming of Jesus Christ. But the environment was too h0t for me to try and get acquainted with him like I longed to. I brou-ght it to his notice that the world had not ended, but that it was the police. He rejoiced greatly on hearing that and thereafter devised a means by which we escaped, after asking for my name” the crowd laughed and cl@pped.
He took me to a h0tel room, she continued; where I had expected the animal in him to awaken when the hours of the night got ungodly. All I could do was pray in my heart that he should be knocked out by the kind of sleep that visited Adam when Eve was created. That guy refused to sleep. Instead, he was up watching TV endlessly. When I saw that he wouldn’t st©p watching TV, I turned the TV off and asked him to join me in prayer and he cons£nted immediately. I was surprise, but I hid all my emotions in order to appear br@ve.
All throu-gh the night, I sle-pt with one eye open in case he got curious and decided to find out what my b©dy could do to his system. Honestly, I had expected him to do that. He looked like someone who would want to do that. In the middle of the night I woke up and turned on the light to check him out. He was de-eply asleep with his face pressed against his pillow. It was clear that the guy was more interested in catching a good night sleep than anything else in the whole world. It was later that I got to find out from him that he had not sle-pt in a be-d for the past one month. Then I un-derstood why he sle-pt that much. While I was still looking at him that night and wondering what made such a rou-gh looking guy with beards all over his face sleep with such calm on a be-d with a girl like me, I heard a voice say; “DO YOU WANT ME TO HELP YOU RELAX?” Oh my gosh!! It was his voice. The guy wasn’t slee-ping!!!
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