The party was a raucous one with
loads to eat and drink. I usually enjoyed clubbing but this was on another
level. In keeping with my lavish style, Lamide
did not skimp in any way. With my golden yellow dress coupled with the
ocean of drink I had downed, I felt like a gold fish swimming in a bowl of vodka, dancing and waving its tail like you would not
believe it. The DJ certainly knew his onions and was reeling out the kind of
songs that made me stamp, stomp and sweat until I was breathless. I was higher
than a stoned kite, flying on heady heights, and riding on the wings of marijuana
puffs. This was the life. I did not want to leave,
would have wanted to groove all night but finally it was time to go.
I was dropped off in front of my
house and as I was fumbling with the bolt of the gate, Davidson opened it for
me. I barely returned the greeting he gave me. Looking through him, I walked
past, carrying my high
stilettos in my hands. Walking barefoot is something I would never ordinarily do
but there was no need to “form” for this guy (Forming was something I did so
naturally and so consistently that these days I couldn’t even differentiate
between pretense and
reality). He was not in
my league in anyway. The
brother was from a
world where things were dull and grey while in my world, things were brightly hued in the colours of the rainbow. In comparison
to the stormy seas and sky diving aspects of life from which I get my high, the
brother was placid
waters and a monotonous carousel ride. He was a dove, I was a peacock.
Davidson was a guy who had just moved
into the neighbourhood, the flat adjoining mine to be precise. To be honest he
was quite good looking but way too religious for my liking. Life was too short
for me to kill myself with boredom, mi o le
dull ara mi o. Furthermore, he was a bit irritating, if I did not know
better I would have sworn he was trying to get fresh with me. Always nice and
all over me like a rash, he was eternally trying to help carry my groceries and
all. I found the attention cloying and offensive. Puhleeeez!
As I walked into my flat, PHCN, the Prince of darkness waved
its wand and everywhere
went dark. I wondered when someone would tell the people in power
that cutting off power supply in a developing nation is like cutting off the
placenta of a growing foetus. The baby dies! This is exactly the reason why the
growth of our economy was stunted. However, I will leave this to the economists
and so called leaders of this nation while I concentrate on partying and
grooving. I do not have a problem so long as I have enough cash to keep fueling up.
I went to put on my generator only
to discover that there was not a drop of fuel left. Caught up in the rush for Lamide’s party I had forgotten to buy some and my rechargeable
torches were also flat. I had made it a point of duty not to buy candles after I
had a heart stopping incident where I nearly burnt my apartment down during my
youth service year. The whole flat was stygian dark.
Contrary to people’s popular belief,
I was not really a soaring eagle but a pigeon with clipped wings. I had learnt over the years to
put up a façade and tried to bury my issues beneath tons of crazy fun, alcohol
and drugs. Nevertheless, they wouldn’t
stay dead; they haunted and tortured my soul so much that I rarely ever slept
at night. Most nights, no matter how stoned or sloshed with alcohol I was, insomnia
still came visiting.
On a night like this, with the thick
river of darkness drowning me, I fell apart. The fever of loneliness heated me
up until I became delirious. The chills of despondency made me shiver. In my delirium,
the demons of unpaid bills, unrealized marketing targets, low self esteem,
endless romantic disappointments and financial stress tortured me with heated
forks. Their flaming prongs burnt and charred my mind until I could take it no
more. I ran into the bathroom where I heaved, retched and almost vomited my
innards out. Taking unsteady steps into the living I collapsed into a heap on
the floor with a cry of utter exhaustion and an exclamation of Jesus.
Someone knocked on the door timidly
at first then more firmly. "Who
is that?" I
inquired weakly.
“It is I, Davidson. I heard you cry.
Please open the door” the rapping continued.
I would rather be alone right now;
however, he was quite stubborn and wisdom
told me that I might need some help. Since he was not the kind of guy that
would barge in unless I opened the door for him, I somehow managed to do that.
As he crossed the threshold I fainted into his arms. I was carried to the bed
where he tucked me in, gave me some paracetamol when I came to and tepid sponged my face.
“You must be very hungry” He said in
an inquiring tone. He was actually right, though I had stuffed myself at the
party, the vomiting had weakened me. I nodded in acquiescence.
He brought out his cell phone and
made a call, “Gabriel, kindly come to the next flat and bring some fuel with
you.”
A few moments later, a middle aged
man came into my flat. He was instructed to put on my generator and rustle up
something for me to eat.
“I did not know you had a steward” I
said stunned beyond belief.
“How would you when you always
rejected my friendly gestures.” he responded.
Lights came on in my flat and a few
minutes later, I was served the most
delicious chicken pepper soup I had ever eaten
in my life with freshly squeezed chilled orange juice. I had not felt good like
this in ages without some form of drugs or booze.
“Sandra, you need to get some sleep”
he said. He tucked me into bed and drew up the sheets. Without any fear of
being violated, I drifted into the
dreamy world of sleep, with
the aid of Frank Edwards’ “Amam ni ino ya (I know you are there)” playing softly from his
phone. Last thing that occurred to me was that this dude gives sleep to his
beloved.
As the golden fingers of the sun
timidly parted my curtains, I woke up. I looked at my bedside clock and
realised it was 10:30am. I felt as fresh as a daisy and well rested. My gaze
finally rested on his face and I was amazed to see that he watched over me all
night long. Aside from his red rimmed eyes, he still looked unsullied by the
happenings of a stressful night. I began
to ask myself who this guy really was. Apparently he did not sleep nor slumber
during the night because of me.
As the rays of the sun started
getting harsh, he quickly got up and fastened my curtains so that they would
not strike my face.
That morning we talked and talked
without end. It was a cathartic session
for me. He was a dry sponge that tirelessly soaked up the dirty water of my
past. Even when I told him things that would have made the ears curl, one would
think I just narrated how I took a stroll in a park. Afterwards, I felt feather light as if all my
burdens had been placed on the shoulders of a man who was more awesome than Atlas. I was absolutely
enchanted!
These days we are always together,
you will see us walking down the street, in restaurants, at movie houses, and
everywhere. Yes, you
guessed right. We
are dating!
THERE IS A FRIEND WHO STICKS CLOSER THAN A BROTHER…..
© 2013 Ekpo Ezechinyere
© 2013 Ekpo Ezechinyere
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