THE SAD STORY OF LILY

THE SAD STORY OF LILY
Her name was Lillian, but I call her Lily. She was incredibly beautiful the first time I met her. It was in my sophomore year in the university and after staying in the school hostel throughout my year one, I decided to move to off campus from year two onwards. Previously, I had gone to check the apartment out with the agent on a Saturday. That was when I met her. She convinced me to take the room that the lodge has constant water and power supply plus maximum security. If I hear say I no gree make I suo ka akwa.
 
I eventually moved in the following evening, it was dark (no NEPA light. Some people had their generators on, so the noises covered my movement) when I finished moving everything in its rightful places in my room.
 
The next morning, as I was locking my door to go to an early morning lecture, she walked up to me smiling cheerfully. Immediately, I fell in love with her. The way she talked and walked; everything about her was just perfect. She asked me when I moved in, I told her it was last night. She said “ehya, I was out with some course mates, I came back late into the night.” We agreed to hang out later in the day. I then left for class.
 
Well, we later hung out in her room that room that day and was she fun to be with? You bet! Lily was beautiful, no doubt. She was also intelligent. She was that kind of girl that can hold a convo in any topic that comes into a discussion. She cooked a sumptuous meal which we ate with a chilled fruit juice. After every every, we somehow started feeling each other, with our tongues and hands of, course. We k-ssed and fondled for a long time but as I tried to enter the place with my hand, she knocked my hand off roughly. The thing come do me electric shock. I thought I was home free already.
 
I asked her what the matter was; she said she wasn’t in the mood. “In the mood for what?” I shouted. I asked her to clarify me if there’s a difference between a mood for rom-nce and a mood for the actual banging. She revealed that she was still a V-rgin and that she wasn’t ready to lose her flower yet.
 
“So, what do you want with me? To be watering your flower till you are ready to lose it abi?” I asked her, feeling a bit miffed.
 
Seriously, I didn’t quite understand why girls enjoy leaving guys high and dry and still feel cool about it.
 
Anyways, things continued like that, I mean, she and I spending our free time together in her room or mine that people started speculating about us. Truth was, I never go to see the shape of her punani throughout our hang outs. We became best of friends, confidants and I was always there for her.
 
I was handsome, drop-dead gorgeous and intelligent as well so I was confused as to why she didn’t fall for me the way she fell for Luscious. Yes, that was his name. you’re thinking the same thing I thought the first time she told me his name. I was like, what kinda clown would answer that kind of name?
 
I was in my room when I heard a knock on my door. When I opened up I saw a guy standing on my threshold. He said Lillian told him to collect her key from me. I called her to confirm. I then gave him the key. Later, when she came back, she first of all rushed into my room and asked me if I have met Luscious and what I thought of him. I asked her who he was. She said he’d asked her out and she had agreed. The news pained me somehow. In my mind, I was like, so this is the guy that will soon collect her flower that I have been patiently watering and nurturing. Life is not fair at all. Watching someone you love, love somebody else.
 
I became uncomfortable throughout his stay in her room that day. Every now and then, I will tiptoe to her window and to peep and listen to hear if she is mo-ning. If na you nko, won’t you do the same thing? Anyways, Luscious was one fine modafka; tall, dark, brusque and ruggedly handsome.
 
She fell in love with him with all her heart and soul her blessed mind could muster. Luscious liked her too. He made it apparent from the very beginning. He was a quiet kind of guy who always had so little to say about anything. I could instantly see what she saw in him. I saw it myself. It was his ability to make you do whatsoever he wanted you to do. All he needed was to whisper the words in that husky voice of his and any girl would immediately swoon and do his bidding.
 
He quickly established such control over Lily’s life that I feared for her. She seemed so innocent, so vulnerable. Their relationsh¡p progressed as the semester passed. She seemed to spend most of her time shuttling between our lodge and his lodge. Once, I caught a whiff of Indian hemp on her. When I asked her if she has started smoking, she said it was Luscious, that he usually smokes it before having s€× with her. The phone I was pressing nearly fell from my hands. O gini bu ihe a? That guy just wants to collect all the ingredients in my Lily’s body, I thought. You all know how rough and reckless and even ho-ny guys that take Indian hemp are when they are banging a punani. So Luscious smoke and then pour all his Indian hemp sp**m all over my Lily. Nsogbu adigh. Ebe omasiri gin a oga adirim otua, Chukwunna, omasikwara m.
 
Although it was pretty obvious that she was committed to their relationsh¡p, it seemed so sure just watching them pass through the twists and turns of an adolescent rom-nce. Nobody expected the changes that soon took place. She started going to parties with Luscious, and as she told me she met one big man in one of those outings. It didn’t end there. She started travelling outside the state to go meet men. More of them were sugar daddies who constantly besieged the campus looking for fresh skins to pour their old wine into.
 
To cut the story short, a very popular politician saw Lily and decided to acquire her. Not as a wife but as a mistress and he was willing to pay any amount, go any length to have her. The next couple of months were a whirlwind of activities for Lily. Do you know that Lily went abroad four times in two months without anyone’s knowledge? The man gave her so much money that the poor girl simply started ignoring her studies and started living large. I think she started doing drugs too. The Lily I knew changed completely. She was now fast-talking, always seemed to be in a hurry and material things gained a monumental significance that even I, avaricious me, wondered. Lol.
 
I knew Luscious was not finding these events funny. He did not know the extent to which his girlfriend had changed and when he eventually found out, his reaction was predictably violent. He beat her up and threw her out of his apartment without any remorse whatsoever.
 
Lily’s life had suddenly turned upside down and I was the only person who knew how tormented she was. All my appeal for her to see reason and change her lifestyle fell on her pretty deaf ears. The day she called me to tell me that she was travelling, I knew something sinister was about to happen. Call it premonition or whatever but I just knew.
 
For three days, I didn’t see Lily around. When I eventually saw her was when she came into my room and gave some bundles of Naira notes, telling me to use it for my upkeep. Apparently, wherever she went to yielded some large amount of money for her. Who am I to refuse such blessing from God? I jejeli collected the money from and thanked her wella. Shey they said that if you thank your benefactor well, they will give you more someday? Yea right.
 
Few days later that she got back from her travel, she fell seriously ill. She was taken to the hospital where her situation worsened. I went to see her and saw her looking so wasted, frail and fragile. She motioned me to get closer to her side.
 
“I think the man I went to see in Abuja has used me for rituals.” She whispered to me.
 
“How do you mean? You’re sick, maybe from malaria or something.” I tried to reassure her.
 
“Here, take a look.” She removed her dress and opened her legs wide for me to see. What I saw sent shivers down my spine. Oh lawd! That was how I saw for the first time the interior decoration of the girl I have been dying for. The thing she been no gree make I touch or even sniff na the thing my two koro koro eyes just de look for real.
 
“We should contact the man na, he shouldn’t go scot free for doing this to you.” I said.
 
“No need for that now. What has happened has happened. I guess I learnt my lesson in a fata way.” She replied.
 
I fought so hærd to suppress the tears welling up in my eyes as I watched maggots crawl out of her vag-na.
 
She died the next day and life, as expected, went on. Goodbye, beautiful Lily.