From there on, somehow, it just became official. This
meant that my weekends were completely booked and the only appointment was with
Captain. He would come pick me up himself on Friday evenings and not drop me
off till Sunday night.
He didn’t rush to sleep with me after our first
encounter; it was as if he was marinating me in romance, friendship and
affection…getting me ready for the D day.
We would stay up all night watching movies and talking.
He would bounce his plans off of me just to see if I had a better idea.
The day Captain finally deflowered me; it happened out
of nowhere…we had just returned from an all-night black tie event. I had stepped in
the shower to freshen up and he had been asking a question repeatedly but I
didn’t hear. So he came to the bathroom…I didn’t hear him come in, because of the running water. He stepped into the tub with me and that was the cue. I guess somewhere at the back of my mind, I was also ready for this. There were no hesitations, my inhibitions were completely lowered by his gentlemanliness and I surrendered all…like butter on a hot surface.
I had mixed feelings at the end of it, I felt a little
guilty but I loved that it was Captain. He also made me feel better with the
things he said and promised. The introduction of sex took the relationship to a
whole new level…it was as if I couldn’t live without seeing Captain.
I couldn’t call him at work, he already begged me not
to and I had gotten so used to his daily calls that if it was taking longer
than usual, I would become restless and be looking at my phone every minute.
I tried my best to hide it and keep my cool on Campus
but Captain spoilt me silly with gifts and cash that it wasn’t long before
words started to go round that I had joined the “Sugar Daddy/Aristo Club”.
A loudmouth course mate of mine actually said it to my
face in class, howbeit jokingly, a day after I had missed a test because I
spent the weekend with Captain and had completely forgotten about the Monday
morning test.
She called me “a sheep that mingled with a dog that now
eats faeces”…I didn’t know how to respond but I felt guilt and anger at the
same time. When Deola heard about this later in the day, she told me to ignore
them as they were just jealous. She said she could deal with the person if I
would tell her who it was. I didn’t want to do that because I had seen
something similar happen in the past….so I told her not to worry about it.
Sister Grace was beginning to worry about me; she would
call and start her sermons and pep talks…encouraging me not to lose focus of
what I went to school for. I had to ask why this was becoming the new norm
anytime we talked on the phone…her reasons: instead of me asking them for money
at home, I was the one sending money to them. I even gave my brothers a huge
sum of money to tastefully renovate their barber shop. I was also not visiting
home as often as I used to, neither was I available for them to visit. She said her mind was troubled and she just wanted to be sure I was not getting involved in anything that could become a problem in the future. I attributed the financial buoyancy to Deola’s kindness and claimed that my workload at school had increased which made it difficult to spare time to visit them. I told her severally to put her mind at ease and that I would never put my academics at risk for any reason.
Not long after that, our lecturers decided to embark on an indefinite
strike action…following the Federal Government’s failure to fulfill an
agreement they had. We thought it wouldn’t take long, so students stayed put
until the non-academic staff joined in the strike and students were told to
leave campus.
My sister was already calling to know when I would come
home…Captain didn’t want me to go because we wouldn’t be seeing each other
regularly. He wanted me to move into his guest house…but I wasn’t sure I wanted
to do that. It looked like a big step and I wasn’t really ready for that. Deola later informed me we didn’t have to
leave Campus because we were not living in the hostel.
“But what do I
tell my folks? They are already asking when I’m coming home”
“I think I can
handle that” Deola responded
She picked up her phone and called my mum…she presented
the case like she wanted to know if my mum would agree to an opportunity that
came up, because I already said she wouldn’t.
The Opportunity: Her uncle wanted to give us internship
positions at his company during the strike so we could have real-life, hands on
experience and spend the strike period productively. It was also a way for us
to make good money that could come in handy when the strike was over. We would
still be living on Campus because it’s closer to the office location. She
promised to bring me home every other weekend to see them.
How could my mum say no to that?
She even prayed for Deola and thanked her for loving me
unconditionally, even when my family background disqualified me from being her
friend. She talked to me as well and encouraged me to be good because this
could be an opportunity for employment after school.
“Will Captain agree
to this every other week thing?” I asked as soon as we got off the phone
“That’s just a start;
we’ll come up with something along the line. It will be too late for them to
say no”
“You too sharp
(You are very smart)” I replied as I high-fived her“See yourself, you actually chose being with Captain over your family. You don turn to complete ‘Lovinus’(Love has intoxicated you)” Deola jokingly teased me.
So we started our “internship” and it wasn’t long
before I realized how boring school was without lectures and the other
students. Deola wasn’t around much either because Chief Agbabiaka made the most
of the strike…he was always summoning her. I was the one that had to wait till
Fridays to see my man.
Three weeks went by fast…the boredom coupled with having to go home to see the folks the second weekend made me decide to accept Captain’s offer to move to his guest house. So I moved in.
Three weeks went by fast…the boredom coupled with having to go home to see the folks the second weekend made me decide to accept Captain’s offer to move to his guest house. So I moved in.
