My phone kept ringing and I don’t intend to pick it up. Bobby has been calling and the reason for this persistent phone call is not farfetched; we have been friends for just two years even though we have known each other since the days of ‘bathing in the rain in just our pants’. I have done things that hurt him but he is a lot ‘gooder’ in that than I am, and we have never taken them personal until today; he had done something I classify ‘terrible’ and my old man had just capped it all by bringing in a woman, actually, a girl of my age into our house and had just asked my mum to give him privacy in the bedroom they shared together when there was nothing but just wood and mat.
You can imagine my pain and anger, but i was young, nothing i could have done but console my tearful mother.
I was never the type to give into friendship or entrust my feelings to anyone, whether blood related or not, because truth be told, they will always hurt you. I have my father to point out as a reason never to try. But somehow, I found myself with this crazy human of my own age that I never thought would be an enemy talk less of becoming a friend. Bobby is the kind of boy your mother would warn you to steer clear of; but my sick mother had her illness and Mr. Godspower Chidalu to overcome that she does not even know of Bobby’s existence in the neighborhood.
Bobby never fought, he was never disrespectful and had never stolen before; not that I can bet my life on it, but that’s the best I know of him. Now you will ask; “why then do mothers pray for their kids never to be friends with Bobby?”
Bobby’s love for alcohol, weed and women is an open secret. It was Bobby who introduced me into the world of sex. It was Bobby who gave me my first girlfriend. It was Bobby who made me know sex could be paid for; we do go to the night clubs and brothels and I would see hot, sexy and older ladies I know in my right mind that I would never get.Bobby would smile, lick his lips like the proper bad guy and walk up to them with this air of ‘badass playboy’, whisper some sweet words, hag the price and that is it; my lady for the night.
He taught me almost everything except how to drill a borehole in the marshy, honey land.
I enjoyed every bit of the activities and experiences Bobby introduced me to except for one time, Bobby had called me up to his house when his useless father was out for work. He had told me it was something I would regret if I missed and so I had jumped into my rugged pair of jeans and ran all the way from the video game shop. In my haste no make it to Bobby’s house, a black jeep brushed me slightly across the street. The passenger’s tinted window wound down and there, for the first time I set my eyes on the meanest face I have seen, with mustache like that of ex. General Sani Abacha. General Danjuma Abubakar glares at me with blood shot eyes like he has seen into the future and hates me for the revelation. The bastard did not even stop to say he was sorry for almost killing me. I stood up and continued on my way to Bobby’s house cursing the general and only stopping at Bobby’s doorstep to wipe the sweats off my face before knocking.
“Who be that?” came Bobby’s labored voice. I couldn’t help but wonder what the rascal is busy with at this time of the day; hot, sunny afternoon.
“guy, na me o, Chidalu” I replied.
It took Bobby like ‘forever’ to respond again and I was beginning to get pissed off. I knocked again and he screamed out at me; “guy, what are you still doing outside? I pushed the door open, walked into the one room apartment and shut the door behind me; what I saw almost got me keeling over; there, on the bed, was a light skinned pretty girl on all four looking over her shoulder at naked Bobby banging away behind her.
“What the hell is this?”
I asked stupidly. Bobby looked over his shoulder and glared at me.
“Are you blind? What does it look like to you?”
For one, I thought in my mind; “this girl has got no shame, why hasn’t she gone for a sheet on the bed to cover up?”
Unlike the pretty girl’s naked body before me, Bobby’s hairy ass staring at me got my mind twisted in many places.
“Is he just going to stand there?”Rang the girl’s tiny voice.
Bobby pulled out and looked at me like I was a lost sheep while the girl lay on her back.
“guy, pull your cloth na, abi you no wan join?”
Join? That got my irritation level to near hundred percent.
“join what?” I asked.
“join me and Oluchi na. no fall my hand o”.
I couldn’t believe my ears. I would love sex with this beauty, but I couldn’t imagine it with my buddy, all sweaty and staring at each other’s nakedness.
“guy what kind of parole is this now?”
I asked stealing looks at the naked girl with her legs spread open on the bed. I can swear my hardness was almost going to snap my zippers, but I couldn’t bring myself to do this.
“I’m going home, hola at me tonight”.
The little slut looks up at Bobby with disappointment in her eyes; “he is not going to stay”.
Booby looked at me with a frown; I can swear he is not happy with me. I turned around, pulled the door open and looked over my shoulder to take another look at Oluchi before shutting the door.
Now in the present, I look at Bobby and wonder why he is receiving like triple my own punishments; his punisher always over him. I did sin, but right now I thank God that I did not commit some kind of sins and at the same time wish I had never met General Abubakar Danjuma; maybe life would have been different, maybe I would still be alive and be a pastor or worse still, taking the places of some married men who are never there for their wives. You never can tell.
I was going to tell you how I became friends with Bobby and what he did to hurt me that made me mad at him for the first time but I got a bit carried away. I promise to get the full story to you next week I pray the mailman delivers this to you as usual. Yours truthfully, Baron Chidalu.
Chidera Reginald.
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