GOOD GUYS PART 1

It’s easier for the devil to be a saint than for guys to be good. I didn’t know this on time; but I knew in agony. This story was a mistake I probably made, not to make a bigger mistake later in life. I feel I’ve learnt my lesson but ………. It’s always a new chapter with every guy.

A bad boy is a man who seems outwardly attractive, but is unwilling to offer sacrificial love in a relationship. He is too immature and preoccupied with himself to share genuine compassion, concern, or acceptance. A bad boy lacks character and might exhibit the following behavior: LYING, aloofness, irresponsible dreaming, fear of commitment, SEXUAL PROMISCUITY, addiction to substances or pornography, selfishness, hunger for power, disinterest in surrendering to God, etc.

In addition, a bad boy is not interested in true love, because real love requires consistent sacrifice. A bad boy will only sacrifice for someone if it’s convenient for him or if he gets something in return. He expects the woman to do most of the giving, while he ignores her needs or takes advantage of her. At this point, think to yourself: have you ever seen the opposite of this before?

There are no good guys anywhere; we just sometimes try to get the best of them out for people to see. The comprehension was late and I’ve suffered the loss of emotions through words or acts from that specie called man.

I can’t wait to finish my exams. I knew I had six months of industrial training as an engineering student. My dad has been working on getting some big companies for me in Port Harcourt but I told myself I have to experience the FCT, thus I always surf the net to get any company in Abuja willing to give the sacrifice of making me work in their company possible. It was two weeks before the close of the semester before I got a job at the prestigious Valiteras. Surprisingly the pay was more than what I expected and it also comes with an accommodation at the glamorous Maitama. Just a room though, but I later got to know that room goes for five hundred thousand naira as rent for a year. That is equivalent to $2000.

The trip was unending, with traffic jam at Lokoja, Abaji and Gwagwalada. It was when we got to airport road that I discovered the glamour always reported by the militants about taking the wealth from the south-south and depositing it in Abuja. The long tarred road with 6 lanes on each side and the unending bend of the street lights was a sight to behold. I haven’t seen something like this before. Warri was my departure and the best I’ve been to was Benin, but with the sight of Abuja I knew I would get my share of the national cake from this arena.

I called the lady from the office; telling her I was in Jabi. That was the last stop for the transport line. She sent a text to me describing the house in Maitama. The cab man seems to know the house and the pride of where I would be staying for the next six months was erupted in my mind. I got off the car and in front of me was a duplex; bigger and more beautiful than any in my neighbourhood in Warri. I thought I missed my way as I knocked and no one answered. I called the lady one more time and she still didn’t pick my call. How cruel can someone be; after describing the place for me, she stopped picking my calls. I was about getting frustrated when a car horn behind me and a beautifully packaged lady walked down and threw off her cigarette.

Are you Ejiro? I said yes, she hugged and said I’m Linda the lady you’ve been calling. I was close to the house thus I didn’t want to waste your credit. She helped me with my box as we entered the luxurious apartment. My countenance changed immediately I knew I was going to stay here. My room lacked nothing apart from a human to sleep on the bed. She was waiting by the door as I changed what I was wearing to join the outing. I have done a little bit of shopping before coming to Abuja. But it seems Warri clothes are forbidden in Abuja. City Park was really City Park. I tried to check what else they were doing apart from beer drinking and eating. That was all and the cars were more than two hundred. The serenity and tranquility was opposite of Enerhen junction’s adventure in Warri. We walked the stairs and greeted a table of five girls and five guys. They were expecting me I guess as everyone knew my name and the reason I was in Abuja.

Alex stood up for me to sit; a gesture I still look forward to in every guy I meet and got another chair for himself. He was tall and slightly built. His perfume’s scent was stronger than the irritating smell of cigarette that took over the place. His voice was angelic and masculine. His saintly white polo top created a perception of neatness. His fingernails were neater than mine and it took two weeks to know Patek Philippe was a big name. A guy of this quality stood up for me; and those local Benin and Warri boys can never even shift for you to manage a seat with them. They laughed at what wasn’t funny to me for the three hours we stayed. I was feeling sleepy and wished we could leave this place and go home to sleep until the guys started picking rooms they would sleep with the person they would sleep with.

We stood up to leave and I felt a firm grip on my arm as he pulled me back gently with a whisper in my ears. Can I share your room? Within, I said no but loudly everyone heard yes. He put his hands around me and I felt like a baby beside the real man God had made for me. Trying to feel like other ladies had made me accept the option of Jack Daniels instead of my normal Gordon spark or sprite. Thus I was a little woozy.

Alex pressed the remote in his hand and Mercedes C class beeped with lights on. He walked to the passenger side and opened the door for me. Guided me inside and moved to the driver side. He put the car on and increased the air conditioner in the car. His friend walked towards the car which made him come down again for the next ten minutes. At this point I suffered the first regret of going out with Linda. I was cold and I needed to go to the toilet. I held myself so strongly till he came and we went home.

I couldn’t remove my clothes and shower in front of a man I never knew. But he did that in front of me. He walked into the bathroom without a towel and asked me to bring it for him. I had to see him naked. Afterwards he asked me if I wouldn’t shower before sleeping, I politely said no. I wasn’t comfortable with a guy in the same room with me alone, but I knew I would sleep pretty soon. He tried to talk to me as we lay on the bed but I wasn’t interested. I was thinking of my new office and Abuja, thus responses were slow. I was about falling asleep when the noise from the next room caused the confusion. Ohhhh Paul, you are killing me. Hit me softly. Hmmmmm ahhhhhh baby you’re sweet. Your dick is wonderful. Squeeze it baby squeeze it…….. It was an unending moan and that led to talking with Alex.

The words that came out of Alex’s mouth made me understand what is referred to as good guys.