I HAVE DRUNK STRANGE WATERS - Episode 33

 

EPISODE 33

When the shock wore off I opened the Calabash slowly and stared at it content in amazement. There are two wood carvings of two men and they were tied together with red cloth.

"My God! What is this?"

Still, in a daze, I brought out my phone and call Kike

“Hello dear, how is work going…”

“Get here now!” I shouted

“Femi, what is happening?”  She said shouting alarmed.

“Take a bike, I am giving you 20 minutes max,” I said and disconnected the call.

I stood up in a daze and staggered to the sitting room; my mind was blank as I didn’t know what to think.

“So everything they said about Kike is true? But why Kike?” Tears streamed down my face as I thought about how it all started eleven years ago.

I was a second-year student at Obafemi Awolowo University when I met Kike. I was coming back from a group reading one night when I saw a girl standing alone a few miles away from the school gate, she was carrying an overnight bag and sobbing loudly. I wanted to mind my business but I was known to have a soft heart for females.

“Hello Babe, what are you doing here all alone crying?”

She stared at me and stopped crying for a moment “I am going to Lagos” she said when she managed to get her voice.

“It’s too late, I will advise you to get back to your lodge and try again tomorrow; it is too late to get a bus going to Lagos this night”

“You don’t understand, I have nowhere to go,” she said and resumed crying. I looked at her with compassion, I wanted to leave her there and keep walking but I knew it will haunt my conscience.

“Did your landlord throw you out? Did you fight with your roommate?”

“No, I am not a student of this school; I…came to look for my Fiancé,” she said shaking her head.

I guessed what happened immediately and I shook my head in pity, it is not unusual to see girls who come looking for their boyfriends from home only to discover he has a live-in-lover. It seems to be usual practice for guys to abandon their girlfriends when they sight a new girl in school.

“It’s OK, what is your name?”

“Kike” she said wiping her tears.

“I can’t take you to my lodge because I have a male roommate but I can get you somewhere to sleep for the night. A sister in our fellowship is living a block away from this place and she is living alone. You can stay with her for the night and leave tomorrow morning.

She was thanking me profusely as I followed her to Sister Sandra’s lodge. Sis Sandra agreed to allow her to stay for the night and I promised to come for her the following morning.

I went back for her the following morning and she was full of thanks. She had bathed and changed into another gown; she was looking pretty and more like her real self when I picked her up.

“I am sorry for how I cried all over you last night, what I saw was unexpected,” she said biting her lips.

“I understand Kike; do you disagree with your boyfriend?”

“He is more than a boyfriend, we have been going out for 3 years before he got admission and my family knows him. I paid for his Jamb form thrice, I paid his acceptance fee when he got admission and I have been sending him foodstuff since he got admission early this year. What else does a girl do for her man that I have not done?”

“You have tried Kike, I am sure you did your best,” I said in sympathy.

I came to visit him for the first time yesterday evening, his new babe came last night and he threw me out. This is a guy I gave my body and everything to…” an errant tear found its way down her cheek as she speaks.

“It’s Okay, let’s talk more about it when you are fine. We are almost at the park; can I have your number? I will like to call you to know if you got home safely”

Kike gave me her number and that was how we became friends. She called me three months later when her Fiancé started begging her to come back and I told her not to accept him back. Half of the reason I didn’t want her with her ex was that I knew guys like him hardly change and the other half was because I had fallen in love with her.

We were friends for almost a year before I asked her out; I was in my third year at University then and madly in love with her. I kept disturbing her even when she said no, I sent all my friends and her friends to her to help me talk to her. Kike is from a good Christian home and her ex was the one that deflowered her.

 After 3 months of begging, she agreed to date me on the condition that we won’t have sex before marriage and I agreed; if she had asked me not to breathe I would have agreed to anything to make her mine.

Kike was a good girl, she supported me throughout my stay at OAU. She bought all my handouts and paid my school fees once when my mother could not pay; I would have dropped out in my final year if not for her.

When I finished school and went for my Youth Service I was posted to Port-Harcourt; my monthly allowance could not even cover feeding. Kike came to my rescue, she was working at a good company then and she sent me half of her salary every month.

When I finished NYSC I searched for a job to no avail and she was there, she became my mother and woman and I practically could not lift a finger without her. When she suggested that we got married I was alarmed because I didn’t even have a room all by myself; I was squatting with a friend then.

“Kike, are you truly the one behind my misfortune? What did I do to you?” I remembered how everyone was always telling me our love is not ordinary; one of us is under the influence of a charm.

I picked up my phone and dialed Mama’s number “Hello Mama” I said in tears.

“Hello, Femi, what happened? Why are you crying?”

“Kike has charmed me, Mama, I saw a fetish calabash full of strange things in her wardrobe”

“Ye! This girl has killed me o! Where are you Femi?”

“I am at home; she is on her way home too”

“I am coming, I will pick a bike now and meet you there,” she said and disconnected the call.

To be continued...

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