Oct 15th, 2012.
Today, I just went down memory lane:
The rains had just begun to unleash it’s terror on the weary roofs across the street; and that made me feel a little excited because I had always loved to tuck myself in bed for hours pretending to sleep. It was almost eight-thirty pm, before my roof got its own taste of the rains’ whiplash; by then I began to gather my paraphernalia for warmth and comfort.
I was about to wear my pair of fluffy blue stockings when I heard a slight tap on my gate. I asked who it was because I was not expecting anyone to invade my privacy by that time; especially not this day.
“Who is it?”
“Baby it’s me.” I heaved a sighed because I recognized the baritone voice. I purposely dragged myself to the gate. Immediately he saw me, his face brightened with a smile as though he had just won a million bucks lottery.
“May I come in sweetie?” He asked
“Why didn’t you call before showing up?” I was really upset. Frown lines relaxed across my forehead.
“Was there any need to have called you?” He asked. That question annoyed me, but I held back my anger to avoid any further questioning. I managed to smile. I unlocked the padlock and let him in. He gave me a tight hug. Just then I felt his hands on my buttocks. I slapped them off from further harassing the twin chunks of flesh. He looked at me and smiled harder than i expected.
Minutes later, the rain began to pound loudly, together with the strong cool wind; raising my curtains until they almost touched the ceiling fan. Ugo just smiled at me, but I didn’t respond, since I guessed what brought him to my one room self-contain apartment.
We had been dating for over three months, until I decided I didn’t want him in my future anymore; debunking all we had agreed on. He pleaded, but I refused to grant his earnest request; our relationship bland, ever since. I figured out in the second month of being his girlfriend that Ugochukwu wasn’t the kind of man any sane lady would want to keep forever; he was a constant skirt-chaser, and always had to smoke at least half a packet of cigarettes a day. He would back up his stash with tots of Johnny Walker; and I always had to complain whenever we had sex. He would pounce on me like a hungry lion, grab my breasts, pinch my medium sized nipples, and start sucking on them like a famished six months-old male child. He would hump and grunt like pig just to attain orgasm; this usually takes up to an hour, leaving my vagina in pains. The thought of this whole attitude and drama, made me cut half of the rope that once bound us firmly.
TO BE CONTINUED…
NEO’S RANDOM THOUGHT