Under Siege, Genesis

With time, I have come to confide with myself the serenity of life. Call it an oasis in a stormy desert. Our hurry to achieve our goals is the storm, and life is the oasis. We are so much in a hurry to get there, and most of us will step on others to get there. We really don't care about the consequences of our actions. If any opportunity would arise now, with no hesitation, I would grab it. In opportunities, need be does not get involved.
For instance, the lady... well, more so woman... has me by my balls. Having a good nature has its own consequences in life. Sometimes you need to be an asshole & fuck some shit up. I'm on my way to my morning lecture & this lady stops me. Let me create an image for you, first thing that I could tell about her was that she was from Central. People from Central just advertise themselves, even by the dresscode. When she opened her mouth, the accent confirmed it. You remember the "momo" song some years back? She was less of the lady in the video. I call them "harrier women". You know those ladies who drive Harriers & it always has to be black in colour.
She wanted directions to the reception, knowing how confused it was on my first day, I offered to help her. She was politeful enough to say thank you on her way in. I crowded my mind with the idea she was a guardian to one of the comrades in the institution.
My lecture was over and I was on my way to my palace to hit a joint or two. I don't come from a well family. that meant that my fees was never in full on my first day. My maintenance funds were always less after paying the relevant dues. But still somehow I could afford a joint everyday. This was my way of forgeting that life was fucking me hard considering I wasn't doing good in my studies. Call it my place of solace.
The same path in, the same path out. Coincidentally I met this woman at the entrance of the reception. She had just finished her appointment with the so called officer she was to meet.We had a small conversation and she asked for my number. I was willingful enough to give her. In this country, it seems everything needs a connection somewhere. So my mind was convinced I might get lucky enough to land a place in her company or she knows a person who might land me a job. That was the beginning of my trouble., okay, there was fun too.
Weekends were never the same from then. I could receive calls every now and then from saying she was checking up on me. I was getting adopted & out of my ignorance, I couldn't tell it. She would always ask how I was doing and my answer was always okay until one day I had to test the waters. I expressed to her how I was struggling financially, which was a true lie. I was telling her that to put her off my back even though it was a fact.
"That is the only probrem you have?"
"Yeah" (with a skimming smile)
"Don't wolly, I will help you"
With the mother tongue being too deep in her accent, I still understood what she said. Within minutes, she sent me a handful cash to my phone. Well, my service provider had to take their share first. I am a student so, loans mostly fund most of my escapades. But still the remaining cash was in plenty. A drug user will take time for him to change so me and my so called squad headed to our usual corner. She would send me money once in a while and I would go on dates with her. Some dates ended in her house and some ended with me being dropped at my house.
This would go on for more than a month. Those ended at her house meant some co-curricular activities had to happen. Disgusting as may seem, I did it all cause of the funds I got. What's the difference between me and a male prostitute, or was I a side nigga? Atleast every morning before I left, I got "paid" for my services offered and headed home.

to be continued...



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