I remembered clearly the ‘first’ time I met Jide, it was through
Sola, a friend who has a crush on me. Yea! That’s if attraction is
the same thing as a crush but who cares for fairies and wishes?
I’m for real in Flavour’s voice. Dreams, crushes and wishes when it
comes to girl/boy matters are better left for the teens. I’m a
grown ass woman; yea right! God bless Black American films.
The first time and countless times I ever met Jide was not as
significant as the first day I met him. The first time a woman
meets a man is distinctively different from the first day she meets
him. I wish I can remember that distinctive moment without
remembering Sola.
Sola is a handsome young man, unreserved, very agile, ambitious, and
a volatile film person. He was a senior by two years in the
university, can’t remember how we met; guess it’s not that
distinctive but I know we became close at a point. He’s got good
profile for every dream man but I really just couldn’t date him. He’s
controlling, domineering and manipulative and I think he has less
control over the pendulum in-between his thighs. Sola could be funny
even though he makes dry jokes. He has a girlfriend but lies about
having one but I never hesitated to throw his lies into his face. He’s
a trying liar but he definitely lies to the wrong person. . . I’m a
female Carl Lightman but natural as Torres in Lie to me Series. . . I
watch too much films right? I know.
Sola and I were close until the day he crossed a huge line.
* * * * * * * * * * * * *
“Seriously, how many times do we have to discuss this? Put your
attraction for me under check. All I want for you is to be a good
friend and if you don’t want to, the door is as good as wide but
kissing or shacking up with a man I’m not dating or seeing is a no-
no for me.” I stressed with my voice at the highest pitch.
Who says hookers don’t have standards? Maybe those by the road
sides.
“I like you, I’m attracted to you, I love you, I want to date you
but we really can’t make it public till I’m sure we are taking this
serious.” Sola said.
Lest I forget, Sola enjoys being treated like a baby and you know
the worst part, you have to be a strong woman like I am not to
fall for his deceptive bedroom voice. Guys do have bedroom voices too
you know and when a guy is using that on you, he’s either trying to
calm you down for real or trying to get that big bro into that tiny
hole. Very manipulative voice! From experience but that’s a red light
sweetheart. I deserve better than secrecy but really, do I have to
scream into this guy’s ears that I am not willing to go down that
road with him not to talk of dating on a low-key?
* * * * * * * * * * * * *
“So how have you been?”
Jide’s succulent voice brought my body and soul back to life. If
there is anything I love about him, it’s the way he picks his words
and the voice lighting up and turning up the air-condition of my body.
Jide definitely knows how to make a woman let her guards down.
“I’ve been great. And you?” I replied.
“Obviously doing awesome my dear.”
I saw his eyes flash through my cleavage. I remembered how he
kept his eyes glued on my boobs the day he told me he was into me.
He obviously still has a crush on those wonderful works of Jah. I
chuckled.
“What?” he asked. I guess he was wondering why I chuckled.
“What’s what?” I stressed back with my eyes graciously focused on
him.
“Seriously what?” he asked again.
“Really, you want to the what thing? Stop doing that!” I screamed
sexily.
Having a woman screamed sexily is one of the greatest enthusiasm
guys feel. The more he tried to hide it, the more his eyes
increasingly gave him away.
“Stop doing what?” Jide said but this time, more daring as he pouts
his face into mine.
“It’s been a while you know. . .” he said.
Jide kept his face into mine for like five minutes and who knows
how much he would have stayed till a petrol tanker flashed its red
lights and that crazy sound the horn always make.
“You might want to keep your eyes more on the road you know!” I
winked at him and he readjusted.
“Hmmmm, never mind me, you always intrigued me anytime. Those
eyes, those legs, that face, that brain, that woman! Seriously, it’s
just been six months I went away and it feels like I have never met
a woman before in my life even though you turned me down till I
left.”
“Exactly what I need you to stop! You flirting with me Jide, not
nice!” I said.
“And you enjoying every bit!” he replied.
Now I couldn’t hold my laughter. He caught me, I was really
enjoying it. I love it when a guy flirts with me especially when it
turns out to be someone I like! It’s not only me I guess. Most ladies
like it!
Wild thoughts began to run through my mind! Hmmmm, bad girl! The
worst thing that could ever happen in this SUV right now is to have
that awesome experience! Well, yeah! Amaka tells me about having a
sexual affair with a crush she never said yest to and how awesome
it always feels shacking up with some you are not exclusive with. . .
Many strings attached, less emotions involved! I want to try it some
day. I love to try new things you know!
“So where are you off to?” Jide asked, breaking the silence!
“Well. . . Why didn’t you call me to tell me you are around?” I fired
back.
“And why should I tell you? . . . ” he said trying to get something
out of me.
“Because I know you really do wanna tell me right now.”
Now, that’s me trying to psych him.
“And why would I want to do that?” he said.
“Hmmmmm” I sighed licking my lips.
“Six months, I was away for an advanced course and you never
thought it nice enough to call or reach out, even though we
weren’t a thing but I did try to make us a thing but for some
reasons I don’t know, you kept on turning me down. So, when I
came back, which I just did yesterday, I never really thought I
was one person you would be interested to see.” He said with so
emotions and I can feel it.
“Awwww. . . I’m sorry but really you could have tried and see what
my reaction would be but seriously, I do wanna see you!”
I couldn’t believe I just said that.
“Really?” he asked eagerly.
“Yea. . . but don’t blush.”
“I won’t. . . lol.”
* * * * * * * * * * * * *
“Leave me alone! You hurting me!”
I was screaming loud, hitting him and was sobbing but he never
gave a damn.
I remembered the day Sola molested me. He never slept with me but
he rumpled with my body. I remembered getting tired of hitting him
that I just laid there at a point and allowed him have his way till he
gets tired if he ever does!
We just finished sharing a nice meal of roasted plantain popularly
referred to as boli with groundnut and a bottle of coke and I
guessed he mixed his with an half bottle of ‘Osomo’. I got busy
surfing the net and Sola began getting cozy with his mouth to my
ears like a dog licking another dog’s ear wound. I told him to stop;
he did and later on continued and this time, he was like a beast. . .
like I’ve never seen him before.
He was voraciously eating my ears like a dessert; his hands on my
breasts; then his mouth. I couldn’t take it anymore! I screamed
silently sobbing. He stopped and went silent like an alcoholic trying to
be sober.
I stood up, fixed my hair with my hands and I took my bag to
leave.
“I’m really sorry. I’m not like this. I just really like you, you know
and I missed you!”
I was silent. It felt stupid hearing a guy I was never having an
affair with talking about missing me like as if we’ve been sleeping
with each other or touring each other’s bodies. Some guys are beasts
and it so sad have met more beasts than a cooing rabbit in a
lifetime.
“At least if you must leave, can you wait while I get you something
to comb your hair?”
I wasn’t angry, in fact, I couldn’t place what I was feeling;
whether annoyance, hate or anger. The truth is, a guy who can
harass or molest, can rape and hell be let loosed if someone ever
claims this guy can’t rape!
He went in with my bag as a security measure for me not leaving by
the time he returned. I took the brush, ran it through my weave,
he continued to apologize till I took my leave.
He called my phone endlessly, sending texts but who cares for an
apology over a cloth that has been rumpled after all there’s no light
to iron it. . . How I wished he had tried it with Amaka, he’d have
been in the ‘market’ by now. Mad girl!
All things being said, no grudges or unforgiveness harboured but that
was the last day I was going to speak to him.
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