ZIKI’S DISTRESS #1 (SHORT STORY)
This is a fictional story written in the first person case. The narrator is a young man by the name, Ziki. He shares his experience of co-habitation in a near explicit manner. By God’s grace, the story is entertaining and didactic. Enjoy!
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WHERE DO I GO FROM HERE?
March 4, 2017
I ran my hand down Yvette’s bare back while checking my phone. We had just made love and though I wasn’t eager for an encore, I needed to show some concern because she seemed troubled. Isn’t that what lovers do? Lovers, huh? Yeah, right!
She moved away from my touch. That’s a first! She even slipped on her gown and went to lean on her vanity dresser.
“Sweetheart, what IS the matter?”
“You know what the matter is. You don’t love me anymore.” Here we go again!
“I don’t love you? What have I been doing for the past half hour if not show you how much I love you?” I hated myself for that. The very words stank to me. But a guy’s gotta do what a guy’s gotta do.
“Come here!” That always worked. But not this time. She just stared at me.
(Related: Broken Heart)
“Tell me exactly what I’ve done wrong. Are you saying my touch doesn’t excite you anymore?”
“No, I’m saying you were a robot back there.”
“Do I have to spell it out to you? Your mind wasn’t in …. And it’s not the first time.” Oh boy! And I thought I was fooling her!
“Remember how you used to cuddle me after we’ve made love? Now, you can’t wait to turn and pick up your phone.”
“Oh, is that what this is about? You know my mum is sick. I wanted to see if there was an update from my brother about her condition.”
“Really? That is all you have been doing. Can we check your most recent chats to confirm that?”
“I didn’t think so.”
“I mean, my word should be good enough for you, Yvette!”
“I’m afraid it isn’t. Hasn’t been for a long time, Ziki.”
“I swear I’m not cheating on you.”
“I really don’t care what you’re doing or not. This clearly isn’t working anymore. I want you out of here by nightfall.”
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“You’re kicking me out? Just like that?”
“No, I’ll give you N500,000 to take care of yourself till you find your feet. Not that you deserve it, but I don’t want any bad karma pursuing me.”
I was speechless. This isn’t happening. After five years of living in this beautiful house, I am being thrown out. To go where? I’d met Yvette at a nightclub. She brought me home and I never left. I just picked my stuff from my brother’s house a few days later. In the first two weeks after I’d been there, I had tried looking for work, which was what brought me to Lagos in the first place. But nothing was forthcoming. Moreover, Yvette made it clear that “taking care of her” would serve me better than any job out there.
And she was right. She owned a travel agency and an industrial cleaning outfit. She employed over 50 persons and made loads of money. But she refused to consider hiring me in any capacity in her companies. “Never mix business with pleasure,” she had said, tickling my nose. Instead, she gave me a N100,000 monthly allowance. To sweeten the deal, she gave me exclusive use of the Lexus SUV she had just bought.
“Let’s be clear,” Yvette’s voice cut into my thoughts. “You don’t leave this house with anything except your clothes.”
“You don’t think I’d give you my Lexus. I can give it to anybody else but you,” she added with a snort and left the room.
I swung my legs off the bed and cupped my face with my hands. So it has finally happened! Yvette and I had had similar conversations in the past but I’d always kissed her complaints away. But she must have been contemplating this for a long time. And if I know anything about her, nothing will change her mind now.
(Related: My Beautiful Neighbour)
I should have insisted on getting a job, getting my own place or even marrying her. I didn’t want a wife who drinks and smokes. How hypocritical! I mean, I probably drink and smoke more than her.
I didn’t even save the money she gave me. I doubt that I have up to N10,000 in my account. I spent the money on expensive clothes and outings with other chicks. And not one of them is in a position to take me in. They are either in school or living with their parents. How could I have been so stupid? And to think Yvette took care of everything else, including fuelling and maintaining the Lexus!
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This couldn’t have happened at a worse time. I just finished blowing my last month’s allowance and my mum is sick.
Where do I go from here?
-To be continued-
Ⓒ Edith Ugochi Ohaja 2017
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