A WEAKNESS FOR HIM- MY ADDICTION.

Guys, I’m in quite a frenzy and I can’t calm down because I’m in a euphoric state! Calm down, you say. I will…in a minute.

Now I had one true love. One man I honestly, seriously, completely, earnestly, sincerely fell in love with. He was so amazing; he took good care of me. While I was with him, I added weight, developed a sweet tooth, was more excited and all that. He was the perfect guy but with some problems… the worst being that we spent a lot of money...all the time.
Well, one day, I told him I couldn’t do him no more and he was upset. He pleaded with me and many times I went back to him… many times. But finally I left him and cut ties with even our circle of friends just so I wouldn’t have to see him again.
Until today. I decided to go meet my friend Aima at Ceddi during my lunch break so we could hang out and talk a little. We took a walk around and strolled into Spar admiring the amazing things the Super Store had to offer; from the groceries to the kitchen utensils; from the hair products to the plasma TVs.
When we circled round again, I caught sight of someone to my right and I swiveled round. It was Him! It was him in the flesh! Here? God!
I heard the tom tom sounds of the African drum and wondered where the sound track was coming from. It got heavier and harder…it was my heartbeat making that sought of music. His effect on me had not waned at all.
He turned to look at me and I’m sorry to say the look in his eyes mirrored mine: LUST, pure and simple and elementary. Its primal force compressed the space and distance between us. I could see that he wanted me and I was shocked to discover I also wanted him. God save me, I whispered in my soul for my heart and mind had become numb by the sweet mesmerizing caress of his eyes. He was calling me, beckoning unto me.”Aima, help me” I screamed only to discover I was not shouting. It felt like those times in secondary school when they say something spiritlike presses you and you are helpless and cannot get the name of Jesus out. Aima struck up a conversation with some girl and I... I had eyes for only him.
Like magic, I remembered him…our times together, even when we had a break and I would see him at some event or party. He was and still is a big guy in this country and so very much in demand. He was and I’m sure still is one of the top negotiators and PR executives in Naija.
He still looked dark and handsome…as cool as ever like he stepped out of Antarctica and amazing. I did not even realize that I had walked up to him until he spoke to me.
“Hi Babe”
His voice…like flowing liquid.
“So” he whispered, “I see you again”
“Let me be. Must you be here? Leave me alone” I whispered back, my resolve not to talk to him failing.
“But I can’t” his voice washed over me.
“I want you too much. Do you remember our kisses? We used to do it in public not caring if Reverend Goodheart was looking at us or not. Remember?” he leaned down. “And I still want to do that. I want you so so bad, love. It’s been long.3 months right? Come back to me, I will take care of you.”
Yes, I did remember how we would kiss, a worse version of the French kiss, trust me unabashedly. And the truth was I still wanted it. To feel his lips on mine as I kissed him with total abandon. I was addicted to him. I always had to see him like three times a day. Lord, help me because I feel like I need him and don’t want your help.
“Baby,” he pleaded.” Please. What we feel may be lust, yeah but let’s ride the wave until it takes us to the shore or perhaps we wouldn’t get to it, so let’s drown; don’t matter which way”
Did he have to plead? He did not love me yes but my body craved his. I heard a voice telling me to walk away but I grabbed him, pried open his mouth and kissed him…deep and long. The kiss flowed smoothly and sweetly as I drank his kisses in….I sure had missed him!
“Babyim!” I heard Aima shout. That’s our pet name for each other. I don’t know how we got it; from Aima I’m sure since she always brings the local things. I came up with Bambina but it sure didn’t stick. Hers was more Nigerian. Anyway, back to my story.
“Babyim! What are you doing?” she shouted. “I thought you said no more coke so why are you drinking it? Come on!”
I removed the coke bottle from my mouth and looked at it. I had drunk almost a quarter out of it. I still wanted more. The coke was so dark and cold and amazing but… it all ends now!
“you are so right, Aima” I told her even though I did not want to.” I gotta stop this, now”. I asked the attendant girl (I don’t know what they call those people who help out in supermarkets when you need direction or something, but you know what I mean, shei?) where the bin was, threw my bottle of coke away and paid for it at the cashier point.
The addiction to coke has got to stop and I have made too much progress to go back to it! I don’t want to have to worry about Diabetes and all that from tooooo much coke, so I’m done!
Finish!


Source: smashbrand.com
I put this story on facebook a long time ago- twice as a matter of fact but I'm sharing it now by popular demand again and it is unedited. Thank you very much for your encouragement. You have been amazing. I hope you enjoyed it!!! These are some of the responses from the second post that I receivedt:





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  1. Archie57media4 September 2014 at 14:08

    Truly a popular demand. The first time i read it, the only thing i could do was just SMILE. Its a great piece. Keep writing, don't stop.

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    1. Unknown8 September 2014 at 14:57

      Awwhhhh! thank you very much for saying that! Keep reading, I'm coming out with more! lol

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