A TRIP TO NOWHERE PART 6

We almost lost all hope, but with my mum faith was a constant. My dad was dragged into this, and he suggested a white garment church. My auntie frowned at that, believing we should go back to the man in Ijebu, who recommended another person for us. Two days later we were there to see the man, and he described how to locate the more powerful colleague of his in spiritual matters.

This friend of his practically lives inside the bush, as we parked on the road and had to trek up to a kilometer to get to his rickety place of abode. It was stinking and extremely fetish. The way mumsy was so comfortable with the whole parole made me start suspecting her. Jumoke didn’t come along on this trip; she was at home. The old man asked me to narrate the whole story to him which I did. He went further by asking if she left with any of my clothes or belongings that could represent me. I bluntly told him no, except I don’t know what she left with. The man explained the situation as “shadow designs”. They are using your spirit to fight you and the only solution is an apology to this goddess. The man explained who Tolani was, and told us she had appeared to him before we came. I started feeling cold immediately. Baba said she is not possessed; she is a spirit. At this point, the fact I haven’t eaten in two days didn’t matter any longer, I just needed a way out.

He promised to get back to us in three days. He also said we should bring Jumoke when coming as she has a role to play in all the drama to come. It took forever for three days to come as days were slow and nights slower. We intensified the prayer life we lived, and pursued spirituality from all aspects. Mumsy had employed pastors and imam to pray on a constant basis, but a disaster struck in our house. My dad had a ghastly accident a night before we were supposed to go see Baba. He had tried to dodge a shadowlike person who suddenly appeared in front of his car while he was driving. He ran into a ditch but didn’t suffer much injury.

A TRIP TO NOWHERE PART 5

The drive took almost forever with many checkpoints. Mumsy was constantly giving Police officers money to avoid their delays. In four hours we were in Ekiti state to appeal to the goddess called Tolani. I managed after two misses to locate the hostel and fortunately for us we saw some other occupants.

We approached a particular ugly structure; the ugliest structure of a woman I ever saw before and after that day. I was pushed to ask her the necessary questions, because I was the person who brought them there. I was relieved when she said she knew Tolani. She asked if everything was fine, and I said yes but inside of me was a tremor I needed to expel. My auntie took on with the talking to explain in a mode of no suspicion. I listened as she asked her that we need to see Tolani. She surprisingly asked again: please is anything the matter, in defense of her friend. ‘No!’ we said, asking just to see her. The gesture changed instantly to a friendly one. She then replied that Tolani had gone for teacher's training and she doesn’t know where she had gone to for the training. But we could get to know if we go to her department or the registrar's office. All students’ data were there. Mumsy gave her five thousand naira for her efforts and thanked her so well and off we were to the registrar’s office.

The queue was long but it wasn’t long before we were allowed to see the registrar. The old non-enterprising man needed to know why we would want to get details of his student, thus he declined. We had to narrate my ordeal to him before acceptance was given; he then called the head of security to take our entire details and a photographer to have our pictures taken. Jumoke wrote the statement on behalf of the family which mumsy signed. At six o clock he brought a big file jacket, and slowly checked for the details, and in a heartbreaking manner told us she is doing her teacher's training at a secondary school in Benue State Government College, Markurdi. What the hell is she looking for there I thought, but that didn’t matter to me at all this moment.

A TRIP TO NOWHERE PART 4

It was becoming a lot more like a problem, so she suggested many other options to flush this out. The first of these suggestions was the trado-medical doctors. We contacted Yemkem. The doctor acted like he was aware of this kind of problem, and did his normal routine check and gave drugs with a validity period of seven days. Jumoke became a tool for checking my potency from that instance. At the e nd of every day, we are back at it, but it always ends the same. It was now getting clearer to me that I was sterile. Mentally I was becoming unstable, and the support my girlfriend was giving me was the only consolation that lies within.

We travelled to Akure in Ondo state, to visit another woman who grinded all sorts of things for me, but nothing changed. It was now time to use the orthodox medicine. The doctor didn’t understand what I was talking about, and did the entire tests in the world, but told me nothing was wrong with me. He couldn’t comprehend that I could have an erection, but whenever it’s time to make it act, the functionality expires. We prayed everyday but it seems God wasn’t interested in our plight. I even tried with a prostitute, it was all the same. Doom was setting in and I could feel it. I had forgotten about school this time around, and all I could think of was how to get out of this problem. 

The doctor said it was psychological and thus I went for counseling. They preached the whole sermons on my mind not being made up about sex with Jumoke; which was a lie. He gave some sex stimulants to facilitate the penetration, and told us to come back in three days to give report. With the doctor’s prescription, it seemed the problem became worse. Its past one month now with a realization of impotency in me, and a view of solution was not reachable. I drew closer to God as I lived in a failure of not being able to perform my duties as a man to my newly found love. She stood by me and made all trips with me, but sometimes she acts like she was tired. Every instance of she talking with another guy makes me feel jealous, and I presume she would soon leave me for another guy. I wouldn’t blame her anyway. It’s my problem and if she was my sister, I would probably advice her to forget about the guy. Nights upon nights, we tried, but all efforts prove abortive. In all desperation and frustration I called Auntie Bose. 

She was still in the country at the moment, and I narrated my situation to her. She suggested I should come home and the next week we were at the ground of mountain of fire and miracles; where the devil was attacked with fire. I registered for deliverance, as it was the only solution to my problem. The deliverance session took seven days of active fasting, prayers and soliciting on my behalf. Faith was the error reported to have affected my miracle. If church could fail then I was finished. 

A TRIP TO NOWHERE PART 3

Jumoke Bello is a blessing to me. She is presently the best student in micro biology department in our school, and I’m privileged to be her boyfriend. A girl with values, but not leaving out the existence of social activities around her she was my best friend then, and will remain my best friend forever. Our friendship has started from 100 level. She was my cousin’s roommate, and anytime I go to the hostel to see my cousin, she’s always very homely to welcome me. The interest got developed and I approached her. It didn’t go the way I wanted though but I wasn’t in a hurry. 

I sat in the car for a moment studying her as she walked close. She is still the same friend. Not so much of a beauty: but what lies inside is the real worth of a woman. Her explicative values are enormous, and she understands with caution. Being with her for an hour now, I’ve totally forgotten there was a Tolani. Now I live a new life: got a car in school, my girl accepted the relationship; my pocket money was increased….. Now I’m on point. 

My house is a place she’s used to, but something was different. I’m a scattered person she knew, but the whole atmosphere was suspiciously neat. She looked at me closely and with no reservations in her tone, asked me, who came to clean this place up for you. I smiled and told her, it needed to be neat for you. I employed ‘any work’ to clean the place as I walked towards the fridge. She leaned on my reading table and said.There is a feminine touch in this cleaning. Someone is placing things the way I would place it. I left the fridge open for her to see her favourite chocolate. I had intentionally displayed it at the entrance of the fridge. I held her in confidence and said; whatever you have noticed was intentionally put in place. I can’t be your friend for two years now and don’t know how you arrange things.

I gave her a peck and the day continued.

A TRIP TO NOWHERE PART 2

The house was dusty and it was slowly becoming a rat kingdom. I needed to locate those boys that gallivant around the street, to come help me clean. She changed to a short, and the work started. Her activities were close to that of a house girl. The energy was extreme and her consciousness of hygiene, made me know she was brought up from a good home. She also helped in arranging the things, I brought from home, and didn’t act impressed in any way. I wanted to know the effect of who I am, in what was happening. 

She had a hot bath and changed to my shirt. We are getting closer to the point I guess. I was on my bed with a boxer short on, trying to watch a movie; concentration wasn’t just possible. She joined me on the bed and in all anxiety I reached for her. She brought up the whole story of: stop now, baby I’m tired. I remembered some of the things I’ve learnt are when ladies say no, they mean yes subconsciously.

Thus I moved further, settling my hands on her breast and a heavenly feeling was uploaded in me. It took less than a minute for me to have a taste, as she pulled her hands around my neck with a lovely composition of sound track. I stayed on the nipples for a while to create awareness for the next level. When both shorts were down, it was a glorious entry. I was on it for over forty minutes. The more I plunged, the more energy I had. Then after a while I felt a flow out of my manhood, followed by a sudden loss of strength, and I knew I needed to rest a little.  She needed to clean the whitish liquid, but was also tired. We both lay on the bed looking at each other, and smiling in an act of appreciation. She moved closer and asked another question: hope you are not using me? How can I do that my love? Who would have you and do such. Men can promise what they cannot give, just to have what they want. She started rubbing her legs against my dick, and that started the second round. 

A TRIP TO NOWHERE PART 1

Lost in transit; deceived in person, explicitly managed, punished extremely and loved unconditionally. These were some of the attributes experienced in a relationship, which was a trip to nowhere. It all seemed a just course until the course was lost. The turbulence on the high sea of life became a call to my creator for help. I was deluded in my thoughts, and lost all inner strengths. All I needed to do was to apologize in person, but I was looking for a ghost. This is a true life story about truth and lies, love and deceit, family and friends, life and death. Fasten your seat belt as I take you on a trip.

It was a three hour trip from Ibadan to Ado-Ekiti where I school. I haven’t seen my mum for two years now; she had gone for a course in USA. Reading at old age divides your family I guess. The holiday was a family reunion. Mummy, auntie Bose, Damola (my only sister) she schools in Ghana and my daddy of course; he had always been around, were all in our new GRA house in Ibadan. I was breaking off from home again, and I don’t know when I will see them. I packed all the valuables I’ll need in school, and they were also willing to give as much as possible. My intellectual capabilities have really improved since the last time we saw, and my reports shows that I’m a true son of my father.

Challenge bus stop is the popular place to take a bus to school, but this time around I was driving to school. I have been given a small Toyota corolla to convey me from my off campus house to school. My booth was full, also my back seat. Prayers and psalms were chanted for like thirty minutes, and advices were bulkily given. I complained about none of it; I was only inpatient, as I was being delayed in my new adventure of manhood. I’m having a car to myself. The reputation I’m about to build surpasses all the jargons I was listening to. And in a short while, I was off to school. I was given a box of candy and chocolate bars outnumbered eighty. I was going to stock my house, and now I have a car to move around; it was obvious my job was half done.

I hit the express, and I started my trip to nowhere. The whole fun would soon be over but I never knew. I stopped to fill up my tank, following daddy’s instruction and pulling out from the gas station, I heard someone asking or a lift to Ekiti. I thought I heard Ado-Ekiti; not knowing it was Ikere Ekiti. Ikere is the city before ado Ekiti thus, I wasn’t doing much of a favour I was just dropping her off the road and getting myself a company also on the lonely drive.

The sun has deceived my sight, I thought she was just a normal girl when I stopped, but when she entered inside the car I saw a clearer version: the spotless laps from the short skirt she was wearing, the little exposed cleavage, and the joggling capabilities of the succulent  …… and facially she was all I needed. My countenance changed, and it now seems she was doing me a favour. She was fairer than fair, not too tall, had natural long hairs and spoke impeccably in English. I also tuned into my Ajebutter mode.

Hi, my name is Remi, I’m Tolani she said. The drive was supposed to be smooth, but not with this girl beside you. I tried to concentrate as I offered her everything I was offered, while leaving my house. What are you going to Ekiti for I asked? She told me she schools there. I school there too, and we have only one university, which means we are in the same school. She said she was in the college of education. And what are you studying I asked; business studies. Oh that’s lovely I said.

Where do you live, as in parents?

Ilorin, Kwara state

Quite a distance to come to a college of education in Ekiti state

Do they rate colleges also I guess, and who wants to be a teacher again.

Our parents were deceived into teaching as if it was the best profession then, but our generation we are mostly accountants and the rest.

The jokes were flowing, same with snickers and mars.

I tried to sing along with the tape player in my car anytime I lost control over conversations. She noticed I guess but was just too reserved to react. 

It was two hours thirty minutes and I’m about to drop this particular Tolani in her school, without a means of seeing her again. This year there was no GSM, it was strictly email, and visiting. With my car the trip was just thirty minutes. But there must be an assurance and invitation. Politely I approached her once more: Tolani what if you just come over to my place in school, to know a little more about me, and then tomorrow I’ll drop you back in school; just to solidify our friendship you know. She touched my laps as she said: Remi let’s make it another time now. I insisted a little and she said she had to drop her things in her hostel first before coming with me. We got to the hostel in some minutes and I was mostly favoured. Her roommate hasn’t returned. There was no means for her to enter the room. Off to my house in Ado Ekiti. Now it’ a win-win position. She had no choice I thought and only thirty minutes drive will determine my fate of this beautiful lady in my arms. 

We settled for the continuation of the journey, and then she asked me the question: do you have a girlfriend? Why say the truth for an affair not taking you anywhere. I’m just infatuated to her, not loving her. I might even not feel anything for her any longer after having sex I thought, and the strict answer that flowed in  my speech was : no I don’t.

Are you sure? I turned to her in real assurance, and with a tone of vexation, asking her if she thought I could be telling her lies. I’m serious baby, I don’t have.

She looked at me and asked do you…. I cut her short as I parked the car. It was a lonely place on the highway. I looked at her and told her all the lies in the world to convince a woman, and politely asked her to be my girlfriend. I denied everybody I’ve known, and swore to my seriousness and sincerity to her. She bent her head close to mine, and slowly like a professional, gave me a French kiss. That was the beginning of the TRIP TO NOWHERE…….