Women are trouble.
If you have a woman, you are in trouble, if you don’t, you are still in trouble because you will want to have one.
As you see me so, I have never entered police wahala because I don’t look for trouble, I mind my own business. But immediately I started befriending this girl, Sandra, all my problems started.
At first, I thought she was a good person; I liked the way she walks, the way she talks, the way she styles her hair, her skin is very fine, it shines. Who will not like good thing?
So I approached her. I also know that guys in the area have been eyeing her, because as boys, when girls pass in front of us, where we usually hang out, we will discuss, ‘see how she is, see her yansh, see her legs…’ you know that sort of thing?
Many of the boys like her but she just shunned every one of them. As for me, since I began to notice her, she was just in my head…all the time. So I just said, ‘this girl, let me go and try my luck with her.’
Ok, let me explain, you see, Sandra works in one fast food joint in our area and her house is not too far from the place. We live on the same street.
As for me, I just finished OND; I was doing my IT with one small company in Ilupeju.
One evening, I was coming from work and she was also coming from work when I saw her and said, ‘Hi.’
She replied. ‘Hi’
I said, ‘How’s work?’
She said, ‘Fine, tired. You?’
I was surprised she responded because I know several guys have tried to talk to her, in fact, guys have a name for her because she would just walk away without saying a word. But that day, we walked the rest of the way chatting, when we got to her gate, we exchanged numbers and after that, it was WhatsApp messages up down.
I was surprised when Sandra agreed to be my babe. I don’t even know why she said yes but she did and I was the envy of my friends. I was very happy.
Now, because of her work hours at the fast food place, it is many times difficult to meet and hangout but she gets one day free, so I try to make up for it and though her pay is small but she gets tips from customers and she knows how to take care of herself.
In any relationship, the man must be able to provide, provide, provide otherwise your girl is gone. I don’t come from a rich family but my family isn’t poor either, we just manage.
I get an allowance from my mum regularly and where I do IT, I get paid a stipend and me, I am not even a spender. I don’t drink that much, small weed and small drink, that’s all. So I was always buoyant to buy my girl small, small things.
And you know girls, they want wigs, they want makeup, they want undies, they want bags…you know naa, you’re a woman.
I tried for Sandra. After about two weeks of dating, we had sex. It was good. You know, I have never also been someone who sleeps with many girls, me I am afraid of catching disease. So I don’t just see girls and say, oya off pant, no. I like being careful.
And I told her so, I told her I will be faithful to her, she said she would be to me too. Everything was going on well. She comes in on her day off and I find one excuse at work to be with her, especially when my mother goes to work, the house is empty. We go there, do our thing and go out.
Then after sometime, I was hearing rumours about her, you know the guys I hang out with, some are in uni, some in Poly, some that we just hang around that I don’t even know if they are in school. They were talking about my Sandra. You know some boys can be harsh, they were saying she gives a good head, she is a good lay, she is this and that and they were talking within my hearing. I was just boiling inside. They didn’t mention her name but the way they were talking, they wanted me to hear.
So when she came in the evening, I was very angry. But I helped myself because I know some boys can be jealous, maybe that’s why they were saying those nasty things about my girl. I had first sent WhatsApp to her to say I hear some nasty shit about her. She read the messages but did not reply. You know when someone reads your WhatsApp messages, the two strikes will turn blue, so I knew she had read but didn’t reply. I sent another one, several times, she just read and did not reply.
So I waited, she closes late but I usually wait for her by their gate. So when she came. I asked her, didn’t you see my messages.
She didn’t reply, she just walked past me. I went after her, is it true you gave head to this and that guy?
At this time, ma, I was boiling like fire!
I pulled her and asked her to answer me. This is a girl I have never raised my voice at, this is the girl I cherish with all my heart, the girl I would even die for. She just pushed me away and continued walking.
That’s when I knew it must be true. My own girl, giving head to some stupid boys…
Ok but what I did not know at that time was that she had done this before she met me. Instead of her to just say, ‘my guy, this happened a long time ago.’ I wont have been angry because this girl never gave me a head, not once!
But she didn’t talk, she just walked off. I ran after her and held her, asking her to tell me the truth. is it that I am not good enough? What exactly is her problem?
Then she opened that her big mouth, she asked me who am I to tell her who she gives head to, that after all my dick is too small for her mouth, that it is so small she can’t even feel…me? Me?
Stupid idiot girl, if my dick does its job what the hell is it with the size? I didn’t know when I descended on her!
See, women should learn one thing, when you are with your guy, no matter how many guys you have slept with previously, never ever compare the size of his manhood with the present one. It is a taboo! I don’t care who the woman is, just don’t insult your man’s thing, it belongs to you as well. You don’t mock a guy’s size in anything; whether it is his height or his dick, it is out of bounds to you!
After all, we don’t mock women with flat chests or small bum or anything, we simply go for what appeals to us and stay in our lane, simple, so why would a woman mock my manhood, I won’t take it! No man will!
People came and I was arrested. I slept in the cell that day but she came the following day and begged for me to be released…my mother still paid , she paid to bail me. Since then, I’ve left Sandra. She is the one sending WhatsApp up and down begging me to come back, this girl hurt me badly!
(series written and edited by Peju Akande and based on true stories)
