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Monday, October 21, 2013

READ: Surviving The Twilight (Part 2)


This is the 2nd part of these story. Click Here To Read the previous part of this story 

5: 00- I pulled on to the Lekki - Ajah expressway, with no idea of where i might be heading, where to start to look for my wife. Calling her was obviously not an option, her 4th phone this month was missing again. Heading no where in search of her is not the worst that we have been in our marriage though, but last night had been amazing for both of us. We had gone out to dinner at a a Chinese cuisine somewhere on the island and returned home to amazing sex we rarely even had anymore despite being married for just 4 years. Why is this happening now. For the past few months, I have succeeded in shielding her from herself, keeping money away from her, so she can't buy more drugs. I've been basically  helping her help herself. Last night however I had been too tired to put my wallet, or my ATM cards away and now she is on the loose again. I drove into the familiar parking lot of the 1004 building, I know she has a customer here, I have driven her here myself once when she had a craving episode so bad I was convinced she was going to die. I walked toward the building and prayed the elevators were working, I couldn't imagine wasting time climbing the flight of stairs, especially if at the long run she isn't here. I got to the front of flat and knocked a couple of times before someone answered  "who are you?" A female voice came from behind the door. 
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"I need to see Mex is he awake, it's really urgent?" I quizzed. 
"That doesn't answer my question Mr Oyinbo, drop the accent and answer me, who are you?" She replied and still she didn't open the door.
I almost chuckled, I had tried so much to lose my British accent and somehow she could still hear it from behind the door. "Tell him it's Vicky's Husband". There was a silent pause for a bit, a few minutes later she opened the door slightly without releasing the latch, and asked "are you alone?" I nodded slightly. The door opened and the woman with the voice stood there topless with a cigarette between her fingers, I didn't even notice I was staring until she snapped at me "What? Never seen boobies before? Are you coming in or what?" She turned and walked back into the flat calling out at Mex with every stride and leaving me to shut the door myself. I followed closely behind and stood still surveying the living room, everything seemed in order except the air that smelt like stale  marijuana smoke and burnt chocolate. No sign of Vicky. Mex seems to have made a proper living for himself with his type of job in a country like Nigeria. I heard approaching footsteps, a moderately large man walked into the living room. "Bayo, i thought you didn't use?" He coughed out. I cleared my throat, "I don't Meks..". He sniffed then gave a throaty laugh "then why are you in my house at 5' in the morning, dressed in your pyjamas looking like shit?,  anyways no judgement, what can I give you pills, powder or crystal?, Vicky owes me $18000 by the way, roughly about 2.7m naira give or take" he added casually as  my eyes widened in horror. I thought I was going to have a cardiac arrest "why would you let her leave with so much stuff you buffoon?" I asked hoping I don't burst a vein open in my head.  "Hey-hey family guy watch the lingo" He sniffed again and wiped his nose with the back of his hand. "They always come back when they have so much of the good stuff, I figured one day I'd refuse to give her anymore shit until she settled the debts, she'd definitely  get desperate enough to pay off the old one for new shit and if that don't happen, I send my boys after her." He sniffed again then continued  "So why are you here? I need to get back to sleep." 
"I can't find Vicky, been looking for her all morning, I thought she came by here for a hit" I said almost whispering.  He looked at me sternly then spoke "ahh, can't help you there bra, I haven't seen her in weeks, thought she left the country even" he sounded almost genuinely concerned.  "Thanks I should be on my way, text me an account number, I'll settle Vicky's debts before today runs out"
I stood up and motioned to leave. "Better do Bayo, or I'll find you and fuck up your life" he said in all seriousness like he was allowing the new information settle in, paused then gave out another loud laugh "I'm kidding, I love you both, but pay me though, I don't want to go all gangster on you. And by the way lose the fucking accent, who you dey form for?" I nodded, turned  around and walked out of the apartment.

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