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Diary of a junkie

26/9/2016

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By Garnet
 
The love and concern we give to others is a service money can't buy.
 
I woke up next morning to the smell of something nice; coffee! Nothing beats a good cuppa coffee at any hour of the day!
 
I don't know how or when it started, but I turned out an ardent lover of coffee, be it white or black, hot or cold. And somehow, like everything else, Stephen knew this too.
 
With a kiss on my forehead, I sat up and let Stephen place the tray on the bed.
 
It was indeed a beautiful morning. The drapes were drawn to let in the rays of the sun. I looked at the bedside clock and to my surprise, it was just 7am.
 
I could hear Jason Mraz' I won't give up blaring from the speakers that stood tall from a corner in the room.
 
In the tray were two slices of bread, scrambled eggs and coffee. I munched my bread silently and listened intently to the lyrics of the song...
 
‘I don't want to be someone who walks away so easily I'm here to stay and make the difference that I can make.....'
 
As though reading my mind, Stephen smiled at me, nodded to the speakers and said 'to you'.
 
I didn't need a soothsayer to tell me that he was dedicating the song to me. I blew him a kiss and continued sipping my coffee in silence.
 
Setting the tray aside, we sat upright on the bed. I was reading a novel; 'Morning Comes Softly' by Debbie Macomber while Stephen was busy on his laptop.
 
All the while, the songs mesmerized us with their different lyrics and tunes. There was this soothing peace in the room, and just as I was about to get too comfortable, Stephen reminds me of the visit to his mom's house.
For reasons unknown to me even to this day, I dreaded that visit. But I kept my thoughts to myself, got up from the bed, grabbed the tray and made for the kitchen.
 
I did the dishes, and looked for something else to do but found none because the house was spotlessly clean.
 
I headed for the room in a bid to take a shower and get dressed only to be greeted with another surprise...
 
Stephen was already dressed in blue jean shorts, a red polo shirt, and black sandals.
 
Apparently, he had showered before breakfast.
 
The surprise lay on the bed; the most beautiful floral gown I'd ever seen. I didn't know what to compliment first. Stephen or the dress.
 
“I look good, I know. The gown is for you. With those hips and ass, you'll do justice to it.”
 
I was about to say something but found that I was utterly speechless.
 
Stephen chuckled, held my hand and led me to the bathroom. In the shower, I couldn't stop my mind from wandering. The events of the past 72hours played in my head like a slideshow.
 
Since Wednesday, I realized that the only question that's reared its ugly head in my mind without letting up has been; who's this guy?'
 
I got out of the shower, wrapped myself in a towel and made for the room. It was empty but for my gown and the black flip-flops that sat beside it.
 
In less than no time, I was dressed and yes, I was drop dead gorgeous!
 
I met Stephen in the sitting room working on his laptop. He raised his head when I walked in, and I could tell from the look in his eyes that I beat his imagination. His eyes told me what his mouth couldn't. Standing up, he grabbed his keys and we headed for the door.
 
 
The ultimate choice of man is to create or destroy, to love or to hate.
We left the house at few minutes past 12pm and made for Garrison. We stopped at the popular 'Park n Shop'. It was a very tedious task; shopping. We bought two bags of rice, provisions, groceries, etc.
 
Stephen drove his SUV, so transporting the things we bought wasn't so much of a big deal.
 
Stephen's mom lived in a duplex somewhere in Elelenwo. When we drove into the gate, Stephen turned off the engine and shifted in his seat to face me.
 
“I know you've been dreading this visit, but I can assure you that my mom doesn't bite. She's such a sweet soul and I'm sure she'll love you as much as I already do. Maybe a bit more, but I doubt that.”
 
With that, he gave me a kiss on my forehead and got out of the car.
 
I took a deep breath and did same.
 
His mom met us halfway in the compound and rushed to her son's waiting arms.
 
From where I stood, I could tell that the love between these two was contagious. I had already fallen in love with her. She looked at her son, smiled and faced me.
 
Stanley did the introductions and I went,
 
“Good day ma,” with a slight bow.

“Nonsense! Call me mom. Every friend of Steve is a friend of mine. You look so much like my last daughter.”
 
“Mom, she's my sister from another ma. I met her on Wednesday, but she's an angel.”
 
“I already know,” I heard his mom say. I turned to look at her, and she smiled.
 
“What a mom can see sitting.....”
“Her kids can't see even on top of a sky scrapper,” I ended.
 
We all laughed and went inside.
 
“Why you no tell me say you day carry your friend come? I no cook o.”
 
Her use of pidgin English was hilarious, and I laughed out loud. Stephen had not spared her house at all. It felt so much like a home. The colors of the upholstery, paint and drapes complimented each other. I was no longer cautious because she was super nice and welcoming. I helped her cook, and put things in order.
 
She was really accommodating and it didn't take me long to start calling her mom.
 
“Call me that again,” she said.
 
I smiled and said “mom...”
 
“I love the sound of that. Promise you won't stop calling me that,” she said holding my hands.
 
We were already on our way out, but I stopped, held her hand, looked into her eyes and said; “mom, I promise.”
 
She gave us plates of soup and stew to take home with us.
 
It was quite an eventful day. I wasn't tired, but I wanted to go home, stretch my legs in front of the TV and spend the rest of the day indoors.
 
“My mom's a handful, right?”
 
I smiled and let my mind wander to the events of the past couple of hours.
 
“Nope, she's a mom. A good one at that.”
 
“I'm glad you like her.”
 
“Nope, I don't just like her, I love her already.”
 
“I can boldly tell you the feeling's mutual then,” Stephen replied with a wink.
 
All day, neither I nor Stephen had lit a blunt. It felt like we were dancing around the events of the previous night.
 
“About last night...” I started to say.
“Hey. It's OK. Everything will be fine. We'll find a way around it.”
 
He held my hand and squeezed. That simple gesture told me what words couldn't.
 
There's no chance, no destiny, no fate that can hinder the firm resolve of a determined soul.


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Diary of a junkie: All hell breaks loose

16/9/2016

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By Garnet
 
If you keep pushing, someone or something's gonna push back.
 
I couldn't afford to mess myself up. Even if that was inevitable, not in a club!
 
I had not told Stephen I had been battling with typhoid fever for a week.
 
I had been down, thought it was malaria and self-medicated a week earlier, but on going to a lab for some tests they told me it was typhoid.
 
I was placed on medication and told to rest but I couldn’t resist the chance to get high.
 
I snatched Stephen's car keys and practically ran out of the club. But I wasn't fast enough...
 
“Common babe, are you OK?  Talk to me!  Say something!”
 
“What was wrong with Stephen,” I thought. 
 
I'm screaming my lungs out and he's asking that I say something.
 
I had no idea what was going to happen to me but I felt as though I was about to breathe my last.
 
"Where am I?" I think that was me talking because in less than no time Stephen was at my side...
 
"Shh! You'll be fine. Just rest".
 
I wasn't having that. I'm no sick baby. I'll rest, but first I want to know where I am.
 
So I asked again; "Where am I?"
 
My tone must have had an edge because Stephen brought his lips to my forehead and said, "We're back home.  You were out for a while. Just rest. I'm here.”
 
With that he laid beside me and placed my head on his chest.
 
I’m sure was asleep before my head touched his chest. 
 
I woke up dazed. I raised my head and stared into eyes that held so much worry. I looked past Stephen and noticed that it was still 3am in the morning. 
 
"What happened?"
 
He was about to tell me not to bother but the look I gave him stopped him.
 
"Well, after you rushed out of the club, I went out after you and met your collapsed form just outside the car.  I would ask what happened, but you need to rest.”
 
I didn't feel the tears slide down but felt Stephen's finger wipe them.
 
"I'm sorry I embarrassed you, I started but Stephen wasn't having a pity party. He said I rest and we'll talk in the morning.
 
But I couldn't let it slide.  I had to clear the air.
 
I opened my mouth to say something but the words were not coming forth. I had to struggle between shutting up (which wasn't an option), trying to talk and fight tears.
 
But I wasn't about to be sent off to bed like a 5yr old...
 
"Last week I felt feverish and as usual took some anti- malarial drugs. But after I didn’t feel better after three days I went to a lab for a test and I was told it was typhoid fever.
 
“I was supposed to be taking drugs and resting in bed but I didn’t want to pass up the opportunity to hang out with you,” I explained without even looking up at him.
 
“I'm very sorry I didn't tell you before now, and I'm very sorry for any embarrassment I must have caused you.”
 
Silence...
 
“Why wasn't he saying anything?”
 
 All this grammar I just finished speaking didn't fall on deaf ears now, or did it?
 
"You know what, I'll leave first thing in the morning and you won't know I ever existed.”
 
"What do you mean by leave?  Leave to where? Leave me for who?”
 
The questions came in quick succession I wasn't sure he was expecting a reply.
 
"You don't have to put up with me you know?"
 
"What are friends for if not for little inconveniences," I heard him say with a wink.
 
At this point, the tears came but I wasn't letting down my guard...Not tonight.
 
"When I saw you that fateful Wednesday, I kinda knew I'd found another sister.
 
My sisters are married and not even in the country. You would be my little baby...through thick and thin. I promise to help you past life's hurdles. It's not going to be easy, but we're a team".  
 
OK, why is this guy hell bent on seeing me tear up? I'm not having that I thought and fought within myself to keep the tears back.
 
"You really have to sleep now boo. We're doing mommy's monthly shopping tomorrow".
 
Hmm! After seeing me in whatever state he met me in, he was still willing to let me see his mom? I leaned in to his embrace, laid my head on his chest, and slept like a baby.
 
With Stephen, the surprises never end.
 
But now he knows how reckless I can be that I could sacrifice my health just to get high.
 
Was he going to let me continue to smoke weed, drink raw codeine and other high end drinks with him or would he put a stop to it?
 
Why couldn’t I just stop on my own? Maybe now he knows and says he will take me as a younger sister, he will ensure I stop?
 
Then how will it work? Do I hang around him then he sends me away while he is using drugs or would he let me watch him but not let me touch it?
 
I needed to rest. Tomorrow may answer all these questions.
 
All the art of living lies in the mingling of holding on or letting go.
 


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Diary of a junkie: How we roll on Friday nights

9/9/2016

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We all together think life isn't that bad until it is...
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"Sleepy head, wake up! It's 11am". Who was that? I thought I just laid down to sleep so how come it was 11am already? Crap! I really had to get up, if not for anything but to satiate this suspense that has slowly crept into my mind since meeting Stephen.
 
I grudgingly stepped out of bed and found myself in the kitchen. Surprisingly or not Stephen held his ground in that department as well. He had made fried plantain and fried eggs and there was a cup of coffee for me. How did he know I loved coffee?
 
I honestly dunno why, but I've never been one to have my meal on the dining table.
 
I quietly grabbed my tray and found myself on the floor in the sitting room. You guessed right, I was ready for breakfast... Or should I say brunch considering it was almost past noon.
 
I wished I could remain glued to the TV for my favorite series; 24. But I wasn't letting Friday pass without knowing what Stephen had in store for me so I finished my meal, did the dishes and hit the showers.
 
In less than no time, I was dressed.
 
I wore blue jean short, white t-shirt and red sneakers. Stephen wore the exact same thing and we hit the road.
 
Stephen's house is located at Rumuokwuta, but we drove all the way to Eliozu.
 
Stephen pulled the car to a halt outside a thatch roofed house. Its picket fence was made out of bamboo sticks, and the bench inside were also made of bamboo.
 
Inside the hut there were several calabash pots that stored palm wine and pepper soup. The cups and plates were also made of calabash. There were tall palm trees and a small pond on one side.
 
There were armed officers, and men of the corporate world inside the hut. Stephen shook hands with the men and introduced me to all of them. Not long after that, we sat down and placed our orders.
 
A track by Onyeka Onwenu, 'Ekwe' was blaring from the speakers and there was kush! It was so fresh.
 
Stephen bought a sachet and started rolling up. Our pot of palm wine arrived and we got to work. Smoking dope and drinking palm wine. The first pot had gone down and they were getting the second one but this time with a crate of stout. Yea right! This was getting real. The pepper soup came in a small calabash pot, steaming hot.
 
By this time, most of the guys had gone and new ones had come in.
 
After emptying two pots of palmy (as it is fondly called), two pots of pepper soup, one crate of small stout, and one packet of rizzla, we got up to leave.
 
The lady, with her charming charisma and beautiful smile thanked us for our patronage and urged us to come back some other time. We promised to oblige her and left.
 
I thought we were heading home, but Stephen had other plans up his sleeve. I didn't realize where we were until I saw Stephen paying for two tickets.
 
I looked up and Isaac Boro Park beckoned on me. He drove in and parked in the lot.
 
"Stan, what in God's name are we doing at a park?" He smiled and said "This is where I come to find solace. Come on.”
 
With that he got out of the car. I followed suit and together we found a good spot and laid on the grass. We just looked at the sky and appreciated nature. Birds sang from the tree providing shelter. Butterflies flew and one actually perched on my hand.  Indeed, it's been a beautiful Friday so far I thought to myself.
 
After about an hour, we got up to leave. Hand-in-hand, we located the car and continued the day.
 
We drove to Abuja down, and this time he asked that I come down with him. We bought seven bottles of codeine, three blocks of SK and a parcel of kush.
 
While in the car, Stephen got out two of the bottles of codeine and asked me to empty the contents of mine while he does same. After that I lit a stick of Benson and we headed home.
 
The glasses were down, and Bob Marley blared from the speakers. The road surprisingly was void of traffic.
 
I was over excited. I had this smile on my face and my skin was covered in goose bumps. My head felt like it was spinning. But from the smile I supposedly had on my lips, it was a good spin. "I'll be right back. Let me get something". With that, he was out of the car.
 
I must have been so engrossed in a world of my own I didn't realize Stephen pull outside a boutique. In less than no time, he was out and we continued on home.
 
"Babes, take this bag. Get dressed with the stuff in it. We're going out by 10:30. I checked my watch and it was already 9:30pm.
 
I dashed into the bathroom, and in less than no time, I was dressed.
 
I didn't recognize the lady that stared back at me when I looked in the mirror.
 
Stephen had bought a knee length blue gown, white sandals and a white strap purse. I let my heavy bangs fall to my shoulders, wore a red lipstick and dashed to the sitting room.
 
Stephen was already dressed in white pants, blue shirt and white loafers.
 
"You look good" we said at once. We smiled and headed for the door.
 
Stephen drove to Presidential Hotel. We found a spot, got down and headed towards the club; Platinum.
 
His friends were already there. There were bottles of Hennessey, coke, and pots of shisha. Rather than shisha though, we were smoking SK.
The lights from the club messed with my head so bad. It felt like the place was spinning and flying at once.
 
I felt like I should just explode, or scream. My mind was in a turmoil but I had to maintain my cool. At least if not for me, for Stanley.
 
It was in this battle with my mind that all hell broke loose.
 
Life is only traveled once. Today's moments make tomorrow's memories.
 
Enjoy every moment, good or bad cause the gift of life is life itself.

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