There was a time I loved, really hard, and was emotional about a lot of things. I always avoided being too intimate with people because I knew that sooner or later it was bound to end, so it was not a surprise when I felt no speck of pity for what happened between myself and Simbi, sad but necessary, after-all love was the reason I’m this wretched in the first place. Should I tell the story? Maybe I should give you a hint about my personal life.
So it happened that, my very first lover, Bidemi, who I loved with all my life, from the same day I set my eyes on her, at the mummy-ekong’s shop after school on a Friday afternoon, we had clicked immediately, we had this extreme chemistry like we had known each other for a very long time, that first time, I asked for her number, but she told me 'where’s the fun in me giving you my number right now?’ Typical, Bidemi, there’s always something intriguing about her, but that’s precisely one of the very reasons I was attracted to her. I was in grade 3, and she was in grade 2, and I was the coolest dude in school, but it was surprising that I had not met her before. I assumed I knew all the hottest chicks in school. So I made sure I was apparent enough, always flaunting myself whenever I had the chance just to get a glimpse of her. I even went to the extent of going to her class floor to meet my cousin, who was her classmate, then one day she slipped a note in my pocket at the assembly hall asking to see me, we met up at the most secluded area of the library. She told me that she knows the tricks I was pulling and that it was never going to work. In her words, 'Up your game dude,’ holy hell, my pride was dented, she had walked out on me again, but back then, I was foolishly naive about the world, and I was too young to understand. So I saw her words as insults, instead stayed off her, and focused on other priorities, getting other chicks but still, my mind always drifted to her. The way I felt with her was different, but she was the only one that ever made me feel that way.
As the universe would have it, an exclusive party was organized by my classmates. We decided to invite all the hottest chicks in school. I managed to slip an invite to her at the assembly hall, the way she smiled when she saw it, the way she stared at me, smacking her lips in the most obvious and sexiest way ever. That night was the happiest day/night of my life, she wore this purple gown with little gold splints on it, a little overdressed than the other girls, but the most beautiful in the room, heads began to turn as she stepped in. I still remember her scent that night, stale-lavender, with a touch of Alyssums, the sweet kind. I couldn’t help but blush like a big baby. She carried herself with so much confidence I could’ve sworn she was an angel and wouldn’t have been wrong because she was. That night we were both together, talking, playing, eating and the most amazing thing happened, while we were on the veranda at midnight, reeking of alcohol and trying to stay up, we saw a shooting star which was the most fantastic thing I ever saw. She was screaming at me excitedly to make a wish, and then there was silence, and I didn’t know what pushed me, but I know I kissed her, which was my first and the best kiss I ever had. We woke up that morning on one of the couches in the party room, hands on each other, headbanging from excess alcohol, and everywhere bright. We both didn’t say any words, just laid there in silence staring at each other, till we were interrupted by her driver, she left, still without dropping her number. That weekend was the longest I ever experienced; all my thoughts were diverted towards her, I was dumb-struck by her; I was the only one in the world who was excited for Monday.
On Monday, we met up at our secret rendezvous, the library, where we shared another kiss. I was the library prefect, so I had full access to the library even after school hours, so we were able to stay in there, for a long while, that very Monday I asked for her number, she gave me, and she also gave me something else, her heart. We started dating, immediately became the best couple in school, almost inseparable. However, I still felt some air of mystery around her, but I always waved my gut feelings away as just fear because I had loved too much. The first day we had sex inside the library again, I still remember her back on the book shelve, her blouse on her butt, and her shirts unbuttoned while my highs brushed hers; she was my first, I wasn’t hers, but she directed me on what to do. After the sex, I remembered asking her about her first, but she diverted the conversation into something else, the hurt in my eyes, but I ignored it, I was older than Bidemi, but she was more mature than me. From then we began having sex, at exciting places, even after my final exams. When I graduated, we still met up and had more sex; whenever I spoke to her about having sex every time instead of doing other emotional stuff people in relationships did, she waved it off as unimportant, naive me, also ignored the red flags till after she graduated. She suddenly stopped picking my calls or replying to my texts; at first, I felt she must've been ill, but it became consistent. By then, I was in my first year at Uni. I couldn’t concentrate on my studies, and I needed to know what was wrong, till when I went home for the holidays after exams, I didn’t know how I managed the exams. Still, I was relieved to be home. I needed to look for her, it was unlike her, to just vanish, till I got a text from her one night that read, Hey love, I’m married now, don’t look for me, it’s better that way for both of us the text sounded vague that I found myself laughing for hours, I mean how could she be married, she just finished secondary school. We both had our plans, maybe it was a prank, but she was profound as my old classmates confirmed to me that it was true, according to them even, she was even heavily pregnant, I couldn’t believe it, I sourced for her address and found it, it was better I met her face-face and asked her what exactly was wrong.
I went over to her place, several miles from our town, and even from the gate, I knew something was wrong. I heard voices and screams from inside of the building. The screams were hers, and I barged in, just to see a man leaning over her, slapping and punching the living daylight out of her. I was enraged by what she saw. So I charged at him, hitting him and fighting him off, he was cursing me, while she just sat on the floor helpless and weeping, till the police came, he had a broken nose and several bruises, I made sure I gave him a terrific beating, we were both arrested and taken to the station, she, on the other hand, was taken to the hospital for treatment. Even in the cell, I still tried beating the useless man I met, beating her, who reeked alcohol. Still, the police separated us and kept us in different cells, we spent the night there, by morning she came to write a statement of what transpired, she went with lawyers, and we sat in the DPO office when asked who instigated the fight the man who I later got to know was her husband said I was the one, that he had caught me trying to rape his wife, and this wasn’t my first time of coming over to his house, I screamed that it was a lie, but a deadly slap landed on my face. I kept shut, he continued with other lies about how he confronted me, and I began assaulting both him and his wife; suddenly, a gun was generated from nowhere. He claimed I held them at gunpoint. When asked if the story was true, Bidemi said ‘yes.’ I couldn’t believe my ears. I tried asking her to tell the truth, but she had already written her statement drafted by her husband's lawyers flanking her, and she signed; the police officer showed me her signature. That moment I knew it was over for me. It was her word against mine. I pleaded for a phone call because the husband lawyers were pressing that I will be charged immediately to court for rape, assault, and armed robbery; other charges were also present in my charge sheet as I was made aware; I placed a call home as the DPO was kind enough, the call was placed to my mother, my stepfather was a prominent lawyer so he could help, but we never saw eye-eye I still blamed him for my father’s death, which was the story for another day.
The case was later settled out of court after both parties met, but on the condition that I stay far from the state and away from her as much as possible for the next ten years. This gave my stepfather so much joy, as he had been trying to get rid of me for years, without success, that night I was escorted by the police home in the presence of her lawyers, to pack my loads, and le; I still remember the tears of my mother, her only son, she couldn’t even believe I was capable of the things I was accused of, because she knew me, too well, but we couldn’t fight them. I was also told to sign a confidentiality agreement if I wanted to avoid a jail term. I declined. Still, after a series of physical and emotional torture, I was left with no other option than to sign the agreement. I dropped out of school, as I couldn’t concentrate on my studies anymore. However, I still spoke to my mother over the phone since my stepfather barred her from seeing me, and I missed her dearly.
That was how I found myself in No. 10 Maje O Baje Crescent, it’s been nine years since that day, but I’m patiently waiting for my time to come. I’ll take my revenge on everybody who had wronged me, a few months into my exile; I got a letter from her; I remember every word from that letter, she wrote;
I know I Have wronged you, and I am sorry for whatever troubles I must’ve cost you, but you needed to understand that this is also for your sake; when I found out I was pregnant for you, I wanted to tell you, but I couldn’t because I knew you weren’t ready for a child, my parents found out about it before I could say anything to you; they decided to marry me off to one of my father’s business associate, son; he needed a child. He couldn’t father any because of a childhood illness, so it was a scheme between both parents to use our child and me to fulfill their plans. That was why they went through such great pains to get rid of you. I’m sending this letter to you to know that I’ve always loved you, and I’m sorry that I wasn’t always honest with you. Even I knew from the beginning that my parents would disapprove of our relationship that was why I appeared vague to you so that it wouldn’t hurt your feelings whenever we eventually break-up but you turned out amazing, and I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you, but that couldn’t happen; when you were arrested, they contemplated that they assassinated you in the prison cell, but when I heard I came up with this plan-to frame you instead, I know it’s not an excuse, but I had to protect you. I am also using this letter to make you know that I gave birth to your child, and she’s healthy and looks exactly like you, but my husband is too stupid to know that yet, I promise to take care of her and make her know about you, hopefully sometime in the future you may meet her. This would be my only letter to you, as I took great lengths to send this particular one; I’m also bound by the same agreement you signed, as I made it clear that I wouldn’t contact you by any means for the next 10years and if I breached the deal they would take our child away from me, my parents and his parents figured that by then I would’ve forgotten about you in ten years. But they’re wrong, and I’ll always remember you. I would also always count down to the days when next I see you, I know you’ll put up a fight, but I want you to be ready because these people have all the resources in their possessions.
I love you forever, and so does our daughter.
Yours with love, Bidemi.
The letter smelled of lavender, which made me sure it was from her.
That night as I laid beside Iya-Toheeb, reminiscing what brought me to the present position, I decided that it was time to set the plans I had been working on for years into motion. I’ve got less than a year to exact my revenge.
Why this episode own come sad like this
So....after all this, ogbeni still slept with Iya Toheeb. Omo🌚