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 â Aramide.
I was so bewildered. I was confused. I was
perplexed. âIt canât be her!!!â I was so confused that I just
kept repeating the same thing.
âIt canât be her. It canât be
her. It canât be her. . .â My doubt was cleared when a guy called her âMideâ. Why exactly did she lie to me? We were
supposed to have a prayer meeting that night but she told me she couldnât come because she wasnât feeling fine. The
most painful part was that she was holding a bottle or
âtrophyâ. She was so drunk that she couldnât even see or notice the way the guys were touching her sensitive parts.
I wasnât 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 âflashbackâ came. âNo woman on earth has a
pure heart, even my mama no get pure heartâ. Tears were rolling down my cheeks as I couldnât 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 wasnât an Angel after all. It was really painful. I cried, cried,
cried and cried. It was a really bad experience. I shouted so loud âTo hell with love!!! . . .To hell with church girls!!! . . .I
hate them!!! . . . No woman has a pure heart!!!â 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. âLet the Party Beginâ 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 didnât taste sweet like âFantaâ but I just kept drinking. I knew it was wrong, but I
was just drinking and drinking. And everything started fading
off. I couldnât see well again, yet I continued. I didnât 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 couldnât remember anything that happened.
Whether Aramide saw
me or not, I didnât know and I didnât 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. âHow exactly did I get here? What happened over the night? Did I sleep here alone?â 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: Donât tell me itâs what Iâm 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 didnât want to, but
you just kept begging me for more.
Me: (My heartbeat became faster, a part of me was saying
âthatâs my boyâ. Another was saying âwhat have you done?â I
felt what I did was best, since Aramide can be like that, why canât I be anything I want to be) Iâm 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 canât 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 didnât say anything to Mayowa about it or anybody in the room. Not even Moji. In fact, I didnât 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 donât 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 didnât regret my actions one bit. I was
looking forward to more of the act from Sandra.
That Sunday morning, I didnât 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.
âHello, Dapo, I didnât
see you at all in church today, what happened?â . . .
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 youâve
been deceiving me all the while, so you are not a saint after all.
Donât 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.
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