Where was I? Yes, I was locked in. I checked if there was any way out, there was none, funny enough, I was not scared, I knew he would not harm me, I did not feel like he was a violent person, he just had some screws missing.Anyway, I looked around me and his house was so strange. Every single thing was brand new, I knew he had just bought a house but the house was so pedantly arranged. Every single thing had its place, for a guy's place, that was extremely unusual. I went upstairs and opened the wardrobe, even there, the same thing. His clothes were all neatly hung or folded, his shoes were colour coded and lined up. I opened desks, bags, the same thing, not one thing was out of place. The bathroom had the most amazing collection of hair and body products I had ever seen and everything seemed so expensive, his clothes and shoes all had designer labels, even his underwear. Anyway, after my inspection of the house, I just sat there in the darkness, I did not dare to put anything on, and waited. He finally appeared around 1pm, by that time, I had already dozed off, mind you, he picked me around 3 in the afternoon. I had not eaten all day and because of his behaviour, I did not dare say anything, I just wanted the whole ordeal to be over. Nobody said anything that night, the next day was "carnival",so I just asked him which room I was going to sleep in. He gave me a really strange room, no sheets, nothing, I just sat up all night waiting for morning.
The next morning, I took a shower before he woke up, was dressed and ready to go and by this time starving, I just wanted to go to my cousin's place. When he woke up, the first thing he did was apologise for everything, fed me this cock and bull story about family issues, etc, he still wanted to take me to the carnival and long throat like me, I still wanted to go to the carnival, anyway, when he was sure i was staying, he became happy again and went upstairs to get ready.
My people, that happiness no even last up to 5 minutes, all of a sudden I heard him screaming upstairs. Ah ah! wetin I don do again? By this time, this whole adventure is becoming amusing and I am starting to enjoy this sick man,(young girls, please do not ever try this),anyway, so what was the problem? He said "he could not believe I could do this kind of anything! after everything he had done for me, imagine, after I showered, i did not clean the bathroom!"ah ah? So I went to the bathroom to see what he was talking about, my people, I could not understand, apart from the bath tub, being a bit wet, everything was perfect, I had not touched anything or used anything! I told him I could not see what was wrong, he said, normally, he hated getting his "feet" into a wet bath tub(the funny thing was that it was not even that wet)and I should have "dried" it after my shower. Heheheheheheheheheheh, I just laughed, this one come aggravate am so tey remain small, the bobo for begin cry, he started telling me "how i could not even respect the fact that he has been living alone all these years, and how dare i think i can change him....etc) Chineke! I have been at his fucking place for one night! By this time, I realize he is just sick in the head, and i am not even bothered.
So we get to the carnival and the only thing I am interested in is getting some food, he promises to get "obalende suya" for me when we get to the naija area. Anyway, by the way, do not for a moment think, bobo has changed, all the way there, he kept on telling me how much he was doing for me by taking me to the carnival, how he normally does not go out, this and that.While at the carnival, bobo seemed to know every single Nigerian that passed us, he would always stop and chat with people and he was so nice!! People just loved him, especially the girls! everybody kept on
giving me the eye ,(as if to say, what a lucky girl), he would ask after their families, ask specific questions, tell them to phone anytime, etc. Anytime we would stop to talk to his friends, I would be laughing my heart out cos i had never seen anything so sick in my entire life!
We get to the Naija area and immediately I spot an old friend from Benin that I had lost contact with in Naija!I immediately run up to him and we are so excited!Stanley was so angry, he did not even wait to be introduced he just walked off really mad, by this time, i was tired of his antics, so I did not even care, i just kept talking to my friend, all of a sudden my friend was like "come oh, waffy girl, are you with that guy? e be like say dat one don kolo oh!) so i look at the direction my friend is pointing, and there he was, Stanley, he had bought so much suya, he could not even hold it, he was staring at me, straight in the eye and started stuffing the suya down his throat!He kept on staring at us and kept on eating the suya like a maniac, heheheheheh, anyway, i did not even look at him, my friend left and i just moved on with the carnival. He caught up with me later on and told me that "since i disrespected him by stopping to chat with another guy, i was not going to get any suya, and that he hoped i saw hm eating suya!" chei! i laugh tire! i was not even angry, i felt so sorry for him.
After the carnival, we go back to his place, and by now, I know I have just one night, i knew i could pull this off without causing embarassment for my family, i just could not think of my cousin "reporting" me to my mumsy and that is why, my dear people, instead of being afraid of a psycho, i was more afraid of disappointing my parents. (If there are young women out there, please, fuck all that "pride" shit, get out of such situations!). Anyway, we go back to his place and i spend that night in the cold room with no sheets while he sleeps on a luxurious bed. No problem, I made it through the night. I wake up early again, have my shower,"dry" the fucking bath tub and wait up for him. I go to his room and wake him up,he goes off to have a shower and I sit on his bed just looking around since I have nothing else to do and all of a sudden, I notice something peeking out from under his pillow. I pull it out from under his pillow. Its an album. I open the album and my people, what i saw in that album, i am still trying to forget it, even after all these years!The album was filled with pictures of a dead girl! yes, a dead person, in a coffin. I will never forget it, she was wearing white, i can't remember if it was supposed to be a wedding gown or if is was just a pretty dress, it was just not one picture, it was a fucking album! The whole fucking funeral was in that album, but most of all different pictures of this girl from different angles, it was as if somebody wanted to remember every single feature of her body.
Now, I am really pissed off, mad at myself for being with him, mad at my cousin for introducing me to him but most of all mad at him for keeping pictures of a dead person under his pillow.So, I take out all the pictures and throw them on the bed. I was so angry, I was fuming! When he came out of the bathroom he was shocked to see the pictures strewn all over the bed, he immediately starts crying and falls on his knees trying to pick up all the pictures, he was a real mess! Anyway, I think i must have said something like this "you sick mutherfucker! what the fuck is this? why the hell do you have dead fucking pictures under your pillow? who is she? why don't you get help, you are obviously a sick man, living like this! you are SICK SICK SICK! Fucking destructive piece of shit!"
Anyway, Stanley begins to cry and tells me she used to be his girlfriend, they were engaged and everything, and then she had to do a minor operation in the hospital(it was something simple, can't remember what, but one of those "not-dangerous stuff") anyway,he says she had annoyed him during that time(why was I not surprised?), and he was not speaking to her, she had called and begged him to visit her in the hospital but he refused to go, as luck would have it, she died during the operation and he had not been able to forgive himslef or move on since then. He was weeping, naked on the floor, with the pictures all around him. I tell you my friends, it was revolting. I tried to get myself together and asked him why he did not have pictures of her when she was alive and happy? pictures of them together when the going was good, etc, why did he choose to remember her like that? All of a sudden, he got mad again, he said they were his pictures and he will never part with them, and that he will always sleep with them as long as he lived. I don't know why the whole scenario did not touch me, cos I am an extremely sensitive person, but in this case, i was disgusted, angry, not sympathetic at all.
I decided it was time to leave this pyscho, he started crying, he started begging me to stay, he will do anything for me, pay for my fees if I moved to England, I could live in his house, drive his cars, he would do anything for me, I told him to get help, then he got mad again, he could not believe what i was doing, everything he had done for me, he was ready to give me everything and this was his thank you, my people, this time, the waffy wey enter my body, i no even answer am, i tell am say na three i dey count, if im no open door, im go see real craise person, e never jam real craise before, bobo still dey waste my time, na so oh, before im know wetin dey happen i don begin scatter furniture......men.....i took it there. Fear catch am! im open door, say make i comot for im house, say i don craise. I curse am well well before i go, anyway, na so my people, that tory come end. I went back to my cousin's, they never suspected anything. Can you imagine, untill I left England, that fool kept on visiting my cousin and his wife, sweet as can be, and everytime he came, the same thing, soooooo shy, can't even talk, always with flowers and presents for us. Since my cousin's wife did not know what had happened, she kept trying to fix me up, and anytime we were left alone in the house for a couple of seconds, i always asked if he had sought help.......he never did.
Fastfoward a couple of years, i was visiting my cousin again,and i saw some pictures of him and wait....who's that girl? is that me? Fuck! his girlfriend looked exactly like me! My cousin saw me starring at the pictures and he was like "she looks a lot like you doesn't she? so weird", my people, that was not what was weird. What was weird was that we both look like the dead girl in those pictures.
This is a true story, i would have written his real name so you babes in London can avoid the sick bastard but i can't. Anyway, if you ever meet any Naija man, he should be in his thirties now, rich, really pedant, glasses, i think he was from PH, he is quite tall, big, extremely nice, name starts with S as well, run for your lives!!!!