Memoirs of A Lagos PLAYBOY Episode 35

Memoirs of A Lagos PLAYBOY………. Episode 35
 
April 13th, 2013.
 
10:22pm
 
I’m nursing my fifth bottle of Goldberg which seems to have replaced my other favorite green bottle in recent times at a crowded bar. Its my third visit to this new bar and I enjoy the condition of anonymity. I had decided that it would be my favorite s₱0t whenever I want to be away from the world of people I know, drown in loud music and soak in alcohol. However, today is not at all like my first visit. The loud music does little to drown the amplified thoughts and questions in my head and I feel like I’ve been drinking water all evening.
 
It gets to be like that sometimes. The voices in my head won’t stop yapping and the alcohol has no effect on me whatsoever this evening. Its probably time to step to take it up a notch and where else can I do that but at the New Africa Shrine.
 
I’ve been a depressed man since yesterday. Christy finally put me out of my misery and came over…without warning. In the past, that would have bothered me but recently, I lost taste for all things beautiful, curved, soft and feminine so there wasn’t even a chance of her catching me doing anything untoward.
 
It was a strange feeling when I opened the door and saw her half-hearted smile. It felt like a metal clamp dropped to my chest to stop my heart beat. She looked lovely as usual in ways words cannot describe. I felt a stirring in me, alien and depressing. I stood aside without a word and let her in.
 
She walked into the sitting room, looking around like she was here for the first time. Indeed, it was the first time since she left. Not much had changed expect for the ridiculously expensive Samsung HD screen that stood on the wall. I watched her as she looked around, not as much as a word had been exchanged.
 
This is strange, this is new, I thought to myself. Dreams of how I had imagined this meeting would be flooded my mind. Her leaping on me, the expert catch, the hot k-sses and tears, the urgent love making on the couch and then to the bedroom, the soft pillow-talk and reaffirmation of love afterwards under the dim red lights I had newly installed in my room with the box of cold chocolates that I had bought and kept in my freezer all this while in anticipation…
 
*sigh*
 
Today was not going to be a day of fulfilled dreams.
 
“How have you been?” The melody in her voice jarred me back from my stupid reverie. I was tongue-tied; all I could manage was a shrug. I felt weak and the sofa gladly received me.
 
She took a seat across and stared at me for a while before she continued.
 
“Have I been mean?” She asked.
 
“That’s a rhetorical question.” I blurted out bitterly without meaning to. I took a deep breath to calm myself down. “You know the answer to that.” As if I suddenly remembered, my eyes strayed to her finger. The ring wasn’t on it. I felt myself deflate instantly.
 
She caught my gaze and touched the long necklace she wore on her neck which was hidden in,side her blouse as if in response. It was a mixture of white and yellow gold I’d bought for her some time ago. The ring hung on it like the perfect pendant. It still didn’t make me feel better.
 
“I don’t want to wear it yet until I’m sure…” She said hesitantly.
 
“Sure of what?” I blurted again, scarcely able to hold myself. “You’ve kept me in suspense for weeks. Are you pregnant?”
 
“No.” She replied without hesitation.
 
“Then what?!” I asked angrily. “A ‘yes’ or ‘no’ can’t be that hærd to give.” She was shocked at my tone.
 
“I’m f-cking tired of this. This has to be the first time a guy has been kept in this much miserable suspense over a proposal. How can you be so cruel?” Oops! My stupid mouth.
 
“I’m cruel? Oh, that’s perfect! What then should we call a lying and cheating boyfriend who goes about sleeping with my colleagues?!” She asked venomously.
 
I felt that one. I should have been more patient before I let it degenerate to this but it was all out in the open now so might as well…
 
“Colleague. Not colleagues.” I corrected mildly.
 
“Who cares?!” She cried. “You’re a cold-hearted bastard! I knew you were cheating on me but I didn’t want to believe it. What I never believed was that you’d sink as low as Kemi!”
 
Whoa! Are we going forward or going backwards, I thought, too shocked to speak. There was nothing to say anyway so I kept mute. Its not like the calm and collected way she had taken all this didn’t bother me. It did and I knew it was going to come up soon. She needed closure. Didn’t know it was gonna be today.
 
“Even at Tunde’s wedding, you lied to me! You bullied me! What a laugh Kemi must have had!” She vented, her face animated, flushed…and s€×y as hell. I wished I could fast-forward to the more interesting part I was sure so would come soon enough.
 
“How could you make such a fool out of me?!” She asked, the tears flowing.
 
I closed the distance between us in seconds.
 
“Baby, I was a fool. I was too stupid and too dumb.” I knelt down in front of her where she sat.
 
“Look at me.” I said, placing my hands on her thighs. “I’ve been a wreck and there’s no doubt that I don’t deserve another chance with you for my juvenile delinquency but I’m wiser now, I promise.” I said desperately.
 
She looked at me and looked away again, her sobbing intensifying. I stood up and pulled her up to me. She didn’t resist so I held her close and k-ssed her forehead as her sobbing reached a crescendo.
 
“I’m so sorry honey. I’ll never stray again for as long as we’re together. You’re a perfect woman and you don’t deserve to hurt but I can make this right if only you’ll give me another chance.” I mumbled in between planting k-sses on her forehead.
 
“I know this is a big leap considering my tomfoolery but just give me a chance. That’s all I ask. I’ve shed my old skin for the new man dedicated to you and you alone.” I said. She continued to whimper and sniff. I could feel the wetness of her tears on my chest. I looked at her; her make up was a mess and my t-shirt could testify but she was still so beautiful.
 
I cleaned her tears with my hands. It was then I saw the love in her eyes return.
 
“I love you Christy.” I said genuinely.
 
“I love you too Mickey.” She said in between sniffs. When I made to k-ss her, she turned away and broke off from my embrace. I was shocked!
 
“For the love of God, Christy! How long are you going to shut me out?” I said, quite frustrated. She sat down and reached for her bag. I watched in dismay as she brought out her make-up kit.
 
“We have an appointment in about two hours. I booked an appointment for us.” She said, as she carried on with her artistic craft.
 
“Appointment? What appointment?!” I asked, flabbergasted, thoughts of a wonderful love-making session receding drastically. She reached for her bag and retrieved a card and handed it to me. It was a card from Reddington Hospital.
 
“What’s this for? I thought you said you weren’t pregnant?” I asked, even more mystified.
 
She looked up, having just about concluded her speedy but perfectly executed make-up.
 
“We’re going to do a HIV test.”
 
Sweet Jesus!!!!! (۳º̩̩́_º̩̩̀)۳
 
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