The Painful Pleasure (TPP)
EPISODE 23
Finally, we got to new buka. Guess who I saw drinking and dancing with different guys. It was the love of my life – Aramide. I was so bewildered. I was confused. I was perplexed. “It can’t be her!!!” I was so confused that I just kept repeating the same thing. “It can’t be her. It can’t be her. It can’t be her. . .” My doubt was cleared when a guy called her “Mide”. Why exactly did she lie to me? We were supposed to have a prayer meeting that night but she told me she couldn’t come because she wasn’t feeling fine. The most painful part was that she was holding a bottle or ‘trophy’. She was so drunk that she couldn’t even see or notice the way the guys were touching her sensitive parts.
I wasn’t really grown spiritually, I thought Aramide was God sent. She had really helped me to grow spiritually. In fact, at some point, she was the one I discussed spiritual stuffs with. I was so deep in thought, and I thought for a second about Mayowa the ‘flashback’ came. “No woman on earth has a pure heart, even my mama no get pure heart”. Tears were rolling down my cheeks as I couldn’t control them. I had to go out of the venue to avoid embarrassment.
The Aramide that had been teaching me to be a good person wasn’t an Angel after all. It was really painful. I cried, cried, cried and cried. It was a really bad experience. I shouted so loud “To hell with love!!! . . .To hell with church girls!!! . . .I hate them!!! . . . No woman has a pure heart!!!” I was literarily roaring like an angry lion.
Sandra had been looking for me, so she saw me outside, under a tree. When I saw her coming I wiped my tears as if nothing had happened. I said to her before she could ask questions. “Let the Party Begin” I went straight into the bar, took two bottles of trophy, one for me and one for Sandra. That was the first time I tasted alcohol. It didn’t taste sweet like ‘Fanta’ but I just kept drinking. I knew it was wrong, but I was just drinking and drinking. And everything started fading off. I couldn’t see well again, yet I continued. I didn’t know what happened, but I could remember everyone was looking at me and laughing. I knew I had lost control and was dancing uncontrollably like a mad man. And before I knew it, my senses stopped working right. I couldn’t remember anything that happened. Whether Aramide saw me or not, I didn’t know and I didn’t even care.
* * * * *
I woke up and found myself in a room. I had just my boxers on. I was in my right senses. The room was smelling nice, it was a guest house. “How exactly did I get here? What happened over the night? Did I sleep here alone?” I kept asking myself these questions. As I was asking myself these questions, my doubt was cleared when Sandra came out of the bathroom with Towel. I was really baffled. . .
Me: Don’t tell me it’s what I’m thinking.
Sandra: (chuckled) it depends on what you are thinking, if what you are thinking is that we had s*x, yes we did! And to be sincere, you are such a horse. At first I didn’t want to, but you just kept begging me for more.
Me: (My heartbeat became faster, a part of me was saying “that’s my boy”. Another was saying “what have you done?” I felt what I did was best, since Aramide can be like that, why can’t I be anything I want to be) I’m just the man
Sandra: Yes you are the man. My Dapo is the man
We both laughed, and she came to me and planted a kiss on my lips, it was like a bolt was loosened in my brain. And before I knew it, the towel went off and it happened again. This time, I can’t blame it on alcohol because I did that in my right senses.
Sandra paid for the guest house till Sunday morning so I was with her. We got so intimate most times. It was so good to me. To me, I thought my life just got ten times better. It was Sunday morning, and we went back to our hostels.
I didn’t say anything to Mayowa about it or anybody in the room. Not even Moji. In fact, I didn’t even think of that, because how on earth will I explain it? how do I tell her? What do I say to her. I just kept calm in the room. Though I was devastated by the true identity of Aramide, I thought sleeping with Sandra had solved the whole problem. But I was wrong.
This is the problem, it is not wrong to have someone you look up to, in any sphere of life, be it in religion or in business. But don’t be too dependent on their outcome or their conduct to inspire you. This is because if they fail, you will most certainly lose focus and fail too. And that was what happened to me. I didn’t regret my actions one bit. I was looking forward to more of the act from Sandra.
That Sunday morning, i didn’t go to church and i had decided to stop going to church finally. As I was on my bed, around 1pm I got a call from Aramide. “Hello, Dapo, I didn’t see you at all in church today, what happened?” . . .
Me: Who do you think I am, a fool? You are such an Idiot. I saw you at new buka the day before yesterday. So you’ve been deceiving me all the while, so you are not a saint after all. Don’t ever call my number again in your life.
Aramide: (Chuckling). I understand the whole thing, but can you just hear me out?
Me: Are you crazy? You know what, this conversation is over. (I ended the call).
I was so angry, I threw my phone at the wall, and the screen got cracked.
Tbc
The Painful Pleasure (TPP)
EPISODE 24
I was really angry. The next day, I went for classes, but I discovered that I had lost concentration. I decided to share the problem with Mayowa, Olu and Emeka. At least, a problem shared they say is half solved. I narrated the whole story to them, and the conversation was as expected.
Mayowa: ‘Idiota Oponulensis’ didn’t I tell you that the girl is nothing but a pretender. I told you but you wouldn’t listen. You were just fooling around for nothing all the while. These church girls are not always what they claim. So have you learnt your lesson now? Next time, when I talk to you, you will listen.
Me: (I felt so bad) It’s not my fault now, the so called love I have for her is what blinded me.
Emeka: (You should trust him naw) Abeg, make una calm down. The Aramide matter no pain me o, girls don craze tae tae. But watin dey baffle me be say all the programme wey una dey gather go na fake too? Na dat part I no understand.
Olu: It was all drama joor, those bad girls will do anything to get a good guy.
Emeka: Wait o, Dapo you don craze o. You drink high, con go knack olosho for guest house. Me self wey dey final year, na inside Agric I dey run tins. If for part one, u don dey knack for guest house, when u reach part 4, na aso rock u go dey go o. Patience Jonathan must surely hear am for your hand o.
Olu: The guy don bad die.
Mayowa: The guy don dey alright now. Hin dey fumble before.
Me: That Sandra girl bad die, she just dey do tins wey I no even sabi.
Olu: I talk say make you gimme dat girl, u no wan gree.
Emeka: Olu, watin dey do u self, wat of dat girl wey dey waka like who wan die, dat one never do you?
Olu: I just dey whine am ni o. Me self get girls wey I never even handle finish. . .
Those guys succeeded in encouraging me and pushing me into more of the act. I started going to bars with Mayowa, I started drinking and smoking. I totally stopped going to church.
My cracked phone was a big disappointment. How would I be so angry to crack my one and only bb tour? I went to Sandra in the usual place, and when I got there, she kissed me for over 20 minutes. We should get an award for the world longest kiss. Then she said to me. “I have a surprise for you.” She blindfolded me. I was so scared, because Sandra was really crazy and could do something stupid. She then put a nylon in my hands. I didn’t see it, but I felt a box in the nylon. Sandra removed the cloth. Guess what it was, it was a brand new Samsung android, just like the one she was using. I was so glad. I kissed her so passionately and as a token for appreciation, ‘it’ happened again. Then we left the place.
I was so eager to show my roommates. I showed it to them, they were so surprised. “Her papa na Obama?” Emeka said. The phone was so nice, it was so cool. My blackberry had cracked. The phone came when I really needed it. I was so glad.
Moji saw the new phone, and asked me how I got the phone. I told her a friend got it for me. I saw unbelief in her eyes, but she didn’t ask me anymore questions. I felt bad that I was hiding stuffs from Moji, but how will I bring myself to tell her that a girl I’m sleeping with bought the phone for me. Moji had done a lot for me. I felt so bad hiding things from her.
The affair continued between Sandra and I. She was always taking me out, buying me drinks. And after all that, we would make out. My christian life got totally down. I kept doing that ungodly act. In a way, it keeps me happy, and make me forget the disappointment and heartbreak I experienced with Aramide. But in the other way, whenever I think about my mum, and how much she has done for me, I can’t help but feel bad for what I was doing. That didn’t make me stop it after all.
Aramide didn’t stop calling me, I didn’t pick her calls. But on the 8th day of the whole incident, I just decided to hear what she had to say to me.
Aramide: Hello Dapo, I’m so glad you picked my call today. But why did you react that way. As a child of God, you shouldn’t react that way in situations like this.
Me: Look at idiot o, you are such a w***e, so you did all the coming to church because you just wanted to sleep with me. You bitch!!!
Aramide: Stop that Dapo, the Bible says “let no corrupt communication proceed out of your. . .”
Me: (I didn’t let her finish) Shut up!!! I just believed that the devil knows the bible too you know what, I’m done with this conversation.
Aramide: Dapo I’m. . . (I ended the call)
This time I was really angry but I dropped my Samsung in my chest pocket to avoid stories that touch the heart. The phone vibrated. It was a message from Aramide. I opened it, abd it read “Dapo, we need to see and talk, I AM A TWIN”.
Tbc….
Omo see gobe