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.

EX GIRLFRIEND PART 6

HAPPY BIRTHDAY BOSS

The doctor walked into the hospital room as I woke up. The room was crowded and I felt I should just die. I can’t imagine living with a stigma I didn’t cause. Is it wrong to have sex with my boyfriend again? The whole drama and excitement had become a nightmare on the whole. Life was meaningless.  I looked around and saw Johnson on his knees crying. He was apologizing for infecting me I guess. I haven’t even seen my result but what could I expect. The expectations are obvious; with all the waist twisting and marathon adventures, one can get nothing else. 

The doctor pulled him up as he held the result in his hand. Someone was standing behind the doctor who later I understood was the psychologist. He needed top lecture on how to live with the disease. I can’t imagine what he can possibly say.  I’m going to be a drug addict I know. I would have to take drugs continually for the rest of my life. The whole happiness called Johnson had now become a curse. 

 The amazing part of these all is the fact he kept asking me if I love him. Who would love a HIV patient? I would have respected him more if he had been truthful from the beginning not at this time when I have to deal with my life in shame. He sobbed closer to me and asked the unintelligent question again….. Did you ever really like me? And stupidly I held his hand in return and said yes. Can you ever forgive me he asked and truthfully I told him…… I forgive you Johnson 

Then the doctor handed me the result and the atmosphere in the room was about to change. I read through the sheet of paper he gave me but didn’t see anything positive inside. Neither did I see anything negative also. I didn’t understand thus I needed an explanation. The psychologist walked close to my bed and dragged a chair. He sat down and started talking to me in this manner.

Psychologist: in life the truth is hidden sometimes. The God we all serve is a God that gives the best in the midst of so called errors. No matter how bad things may be it could turn out to be positive. {A word I despise, now I prefer negative}. The journey you’ve experienced with Mr Johnson had been so worrisome. But if you were him you’ll do worse. The pains are fading away in a while and living in all these won’t be a problem you have to ever think of again. He collected the sheet of paper and brought it close to my sight, that it blocked my view of everything else.  

I was lost in the conversation as I suddenly saw a crew of pressmen rushing into the hospital room. They looked around and saw Johnson and the flashes of lights rolled in millions. I closed my eyes in misplacement of what was happening, until a reporter said: the son of the Nigeria topmost business mogul and billionaire has just been located inside the prestigious GITRODU hospital. The confirmation was made when the convoy of the father parked in front of the hospital to affirm to the fact that his son has found a bride……..  In the midst of all these the doctor said: I’m happy to announce to you that you are HIV negative. My joy was not only restored; my strength was also restored. I jumped up and held Johnson and he whispered in my ears. I’m also HIV negative. I pushed away a little and looked into his eyes. I saw the truth for the first time. He went down on his knees and brought out the case, opened it slowly and asked me to marry him. With all joy I said yes. Then the entourage of the father strolled in. He walked straight to my bed and gave me a peck on my cheek. Welcome to our family he said. 

I was stretchered out of the hospital. I couldn’t believe what had just happened to me. I forgave a supposed HIV patient who subconsciously transmitted the disease to me and I just became the fiancée of a billionaire’s son. At the entrance of the hospital; the press was more and as I was carried into the Rolls Royce……. We are on our way to Paris. 

The Charlene and all ex girlfriend’s issues were just to find true love. Thank God it ended that way, else ……….

EX GIRLFRIEND PART 5

They shook hands and I saw in his face a sight of regret. I had just been dealing with someone that doesn't exist. I have been played by a guy who all he does is lie to ladies. Everything about him became a lie to me. I needed to know his real name. Noma came in with five other colleagues and we all started laughing at him. He knelt down to apologize but I wondered for what? He was really embarrassed when they started advising him and brought out phones to snap him. Johnson won’t do that again I know but I need to know the motive behind the whole drama.

I looked at him as he sat and asked why did you do all these? He started his narration like this …     

Johnson: I always have been a good man and loved extremely. I didn’t cheat on any lady ever since but I was heartbroken by a particular lady and it was then I swore to never consider any lady again. Faithfulness was the watch word then. All I had I gave into the relationship. My money, my energy, my heart and love…. all was inclusively packaged for the continuity of the relationship. It was love at first sight and my heart tuned into the acceptance attached to Sarah. We were meant for each other. It took a while for all around me to know her and in six months it felt we’ve been dating for ages.

I wasn’t a jealous lover. I wasn’t a austere man. I wouldn’t check your phone and I would even give you room to play wherever you wish; with whoever. Maturity was a sight I held so strong. I was always scared of her getting angry thus I complained less. But sincerely there was not much to complain about. It was all good until Andy came to town. 

I made enemies without regrets because of her and I was about making Andy an enemy too.  He had been in town for three days now but we are just seeing. He came to town for a wedding; his friend’s sister was getting married. The sister is Sarah’s friend thus she told me she was going to a friend’s place over the weekend to help with wedding arrangements. I gave her my car for easy movement, and happily I was taking cabs. Sarah had met Andy during the weekend and many things had happened. Andy and his friends that came from Port Harcourt, paid for a full wing of a hotel not far from the house. Sarah was in the hotel with them. Of the six boys that came for the wedding from Port Harcourt, three took my Sarah on a sexual ride. I didn’t mean three different days; it was the three just one night. it was on orgy of three guys and two girls. They were interchanging and ….. Every time I remember this incidence I feel like weeping. Andy even told me he would have been part of it but when he entered she was already tired with sperm all over her face. 

 

Happy birthday CEO TeeGold curtain

 Lucia: at this point I started feeling bad about what the girl did to him, but I remembered the story of Charlene that never existed and I switched back to my anger mode. He continues 

Johnson: I couldn’t take the story any longer at this point thus I rushed home to meet Sarah and confronted her about the story I heard… she fell on her knees and started crying; that she didn’t know what came over her. She took some alcohol and they took advantage of her. It clicked to me that Andy was part of this. That was the end of our friendship. I felt bad at what happened to Sarah; I held her up and raised her esteem again. I told her not to worry that I’ve forgiven her and those people can never have her again. She told me about another guy she slept with and another guy she slept with. I forgave also. I was in love thus pardon was easy. 

The last straw that broke the camel’s back came the day I went to my cousin’s hotel. He had just come back from UK thus its better I get my stuff before he shares all. My girlfriend had not been feeling too good the previous night based (that’s what I was told) and I have been calling to check on her. 

The drive wasn’t a long one to the hotel situated at the city center. Lamonde suites is for big boys and daddies only. That was my first time there and I was just as happy as making heaven. The suite was lovely he didn’t allow me into his room because the girl was naked. He said an old friend called a girl for him and the sex was superb. We laughed about it and talked all the way. The lady inside woke up and discovered she was alone. She heard voices talking and with a white transparent T shirt on she walked into the living room of the suite. Behold I saw Sarah…. I was in shock. She ran back inside and I told my cousin that’s my girlfriend I was talking about. The same girl I told you to make jerseys for and came to get these things for. I left the room and there was the demise of love in my life.

It was six months after that time that my cousin called me. He was in the hospital thus he spread a word of advice. Johnson I have been diagnosed with HIV. The only person I’ve had sex with, without using a condom in the last two years is your girlfriend. Please go and check yourself also.  The line went off and I started sweating immediately. 

I ran to the hospital and the confirmation was that I was positive. I nearly died afterwards but with counseling I started taking my drugs. I tried to keep some relationship afterwards but didn’t work. That led to the story of Charlene.

 I make you feel there is an ex girlfriend and she is still interested in me; then you would stick a little longer.

Lucia: it was when he said “I’m sorry you might be positive but I truly love you” that I fainted. This story is reported in my hospital room with Johnson asking for forgiveness…….hmmmm

EX GIRLFRIEND PART 4

I didn’t understand thus I asked myself, could Charlene be a guy. The first intuition was how Johnson could be gay. He doesn't look it, nor act it. I marked the message unread and dropped the phone. I became very uncomfortable after having my bath. I dressed up in a hurry and I woke him up.  I needed an explanation. 

Sluggishly he sat up on the bed as I showed him the text message on his phone. He started with a hiss and a nag like comment. Why are you acting uncivilized? What are you checking my phone? He continued the questioning till a point I started seeing reasons with him. I made a mistake. I was about apologizing when I realized Charlene called him brother. How come the girl called you brother? He acted not interested in what I was saying……… I left and regretted all I had enjoyed the previous night.

I didn’t understand any longer? How can a girl who was begging to be with him, suddenly become interested in if he had sex with me. I got undressed as I knew I’ve missed my house. And my phone rang. The number was unfamiliar thus I didn’t want to pick. I wasn’t also in a very good mood. But the ringing was disturbing. I picked and sarcastically said hello. On the other side I heard: my name is Charlene and nobody comes close to my Johnson. You might have had him for the weekend but I promise you I would get him back. I kept my mute and heard the lovely voice of Charlene boast on her womanhood for close to three minutes on the phone. I was joggling up an attack for her miserable life, but the idiot ended the call. I was tempted to call her back but I wasn’t sure I was ready for a fight. I called Johnson instead to report his ex girlfriend’s act and to my greatest surprise she picked. 

Charlene: I told you I would get Johnson back…….. You can call back though, he’s in the bathroom.

I couldn’t take this shit. Don’t know what to do, how to behave and what not to do. A part of me wanted to rush back to Johnson’s house but I wasn’t sure I wanted a confrontation with that idiot called Charlene. I followed the voice that said I should go though and in twenty minutes I was at his door. I walked inside and saw Johnson still sleeping. I saw his phone at the same spot he dropped it. I walked around the house looking for the Charlene but didn’t find her. I guess she had gone. The slams of the door woke Johnson up and I narrated what happened to him. He picked up his phone and checked his calls register and there was no call from me. I put my hand inside my pocket to show him from my phone, and then I discovered I left my phone at home while hurrying. 

Something was wrong I know but can’t explain it. I politely was leaving his house as he hurriedly rushed outside; got his car keys and said let’s go to your house. I wanna check your call registers also. It was a solemn drive home, with no one talking to the other. I was so sure of what happened but now it seems I’m exposing the foolishness that lies within me. 

I opened the door and walked into my room. I saw two missed calls on my phone and that was my mum. Apart from her I hadn’t made any call that morning nor received a call. Then I knew something was wrong. Johnson sat me down and asked me what was wrong. I tried telling him again but there is no proof. 

Johnson: the other day you told me to tell you about my previous experiences with ladies and that was what led to the whole Charlene story. Now I feel you are just imagining stuffs and the picture is gluing to your memory. He held me in confidence one more time and told me baby we are good.  That was the point I lost it again. 

From that day onwards Charlene was a picture I really could not take off my mind. I stored three numbers on my phone with Charlene, because she has called with those numbers many times. I was loosing it at work and it was becoming obvious. I became a jealous lover, very careful for my Johnson and all attributes sends messages across that I am fighting my way into a relationship with a third party. 

I walked into my cubicle at NOA looking depressed and one of my colleagues (Noma) walked up to me and said: Lucia, lately you’ve been looking depressed.  What happened? I narrated the story to her and she felt my pains. I needed the empathy she gave and reassurance that nothing good comes easy. So what is the number of the Charlene let me call her from my phone she said? I gave Noma the numbers and she checked her phone to confirm she still had credit on her phone but it had finished. I hurriedly brought out money to top up her phone and when she dialed the first number it showed a name on her phone as Joshua…….. This is Joshua’s number she said, and I was surprised it when a guy picked the call, and said big sister what’s up. I told her to end the call which she did. I dialed the same number on my phone and a girl picked up the phone. It wasn’t clear until Noma spoke to the person and said: Joshua, what are you doing? Joshua changed his voice and said big sis…… yes; she answered.  Joshua said fuck up and the call ended. Then I got a little cleared on what was happening.

We planned on what to do. Noma called Joshua to come to the office. I called Johnson also forming emergency. He knew his way to my office and when he entered hews surprised to see Joshua seated on a chair next to me. I stood up with a smile and introduced them. Johnson, meet Charlene. He was shocked and ……….