Agnes
Like all days that would change a person’s life forever mine began like an ordinary day would. I’ve thought about that morning countless times. There was no ominous feel to the morning, no hint of what was to come. I’m sure it wasn’t cold through out the night or even when I got up, but for some reason Atiri woke up wearing his united for Haiti black shirt, pink boxers and pink socks – how he’d normally dress if it was cold. I slept while he was still in the shower. So, normal morning, I’m in bed beside him,completely naked but covered from the waist down by a white duvet with big green marijuana leaf designs. I have to cover up no matter how cold or hot it is.
My first thoughts or rather the first thoughts I took note of or better still the thoughts I now remember as my first thoughts that morning were “what a gorgeous piece of man” as I stared at the man whose member I was starting to feel inside me as I remembered last night and the other wonderful nights and days I’d had for the past five years. I remember feeling my erect nipples, I’m sure out of habit I squeezed the right nipple and cupped the left boob while licking my lips and taking a deep breathe. I remember thinking I have to get some before I go to work today as I pulled down the duvet and watched him stir and turn to face me all the while making cute sleeping man noises. As I positioned myself, putting his legs between my spread thighs I said something about his pink shorts and socks after I’d taken dragged down the covers to more cute murmuring retort. I pulled his left leg with my left hand. He chewed on something, rubbed his face with his hand, rolled slightly to my left and settled on his back. Perfect. I expertly worked the fly of his shorts and took him in my mouth.
“Oh, oh Agnes, oh baby, my queen, this feels good” he moan-talked. Did I mention my name is Funmi? Awkward. Thing is I don’t have any non-yoruba names (I hate how Hebrew, Greek,Scottish etc names are lazily called ‘English names’). Alas I digress. You won’t need empirical evidence to assume I was mightily disheartened by this happenstance.
Atiri opened his eyes, looked down, at me, me that was reeling from hearing him call me Agnes in his sleep, me that still had my right hand wrapped against the bottom of his throbbing shaft, me that was feeling my ‘wetness’ dry faster than water during harmattan and for some stupid reason I smiled. He smiled back.
“Baby I was dreaming about us having sex, I was about to cum, then my dream stopped, then I woke up to this, to my queen wanting her morning protein”.
Again I smiled. I filled my mouth with saliva and give him the kind of sloppy blowjob he’d come to expect from me. I couldn’t get myself to swallow his surprisingly large serving of ‘protein’. (After the exhaustions of last night, I didn’t think he’d have so much cum in him). By the time I got back from the toilet, oga was in la la land. My big bear, my beautiful King.
Morning to early evening of that day was unremarkable. The only thing I remember from that time span is I tried to reach Atiri several times but I couldn’t get a hold of him.
Ground zero
After my service I got a job in Benin, he stayed there so I moved in with him. That was over four years ago. He got a job in the university near us barely six months ago. You can’t blame a sister for being a weeny little bit insecure knowing her man was spending the best part of his day around younger,prettier, scheming women. Fears apart, I was happy for him. Genuinely happy for him. Seeing that he’d never worked since we starting dating just after his service year ( I was in my finals then) we were over the moon about his appointment. Moreover, marriage was out of the equation before he became gainfully employed, but now…I saw him browsing through a ring catalogue the other day. Things are looking up. I added my savings to his bulk first three months salary and we got a little car and furnished our sitting room that has been bare for years. Weeping had endured for the night, it was a really long night. Countless times I thought I’d leave him, pack my bags and just walk away, but I did not want to be that heartless woman who leaves a man at his lowest. I kid you not, it is very difficult to love a frustrated man, and nothing frustrates an ambitious man more than joblessness. Everyday I watched my bear suffer everytime I dropped some money with him before I left to work. Although frequent, the dark times didn’t outnumber the good moments, not by any stretch of the imagination. He is a kind, caring, unconfrontational person who loved unconditionally and didn’t know how to say no. A good soul. He was a different kind of jobless man, the type you knew had way too much drive in him to throw in the towel and remain that way forever. What’s not to love about a proud man who beats himself up everyday for being unable to give you the world, whose response to an act of kindness is to feel bad for not being able to reciprocate by doing more. What’s not to love about a man who only cried to you. That flattered me a lot, knowing Atiri would never allow himself cry in front of anyone else. He trusted me, oh, he could thrust me too. Good sex can make you recalibrate your standards.
6:45PM. It all falls down
A colleague’s friend’s friend’s younger sister had invited her to her birthday party. Of course we were not going to stay for that kind of ‘small pikin party’ although we were just a few years older than the celebrant. My colleague, Uyai got her a cake so we were going to drop it off. The only reason I tagged along was because she was going to drop me at home, plus Atiri still hadn’t replied by messages or returned my calls, plus I was feeling one kind after the Agnes gaffe. As we entered the dimly lit hall we heard a loud cheer, everyone gathered around a couple. Lights were flashing from several phones, people were screaming. I stood back, pained. I could tell someone (likely the celebrant, who I had never met) was being proposed to. As the crowd started to spread around the room I saw Atiri.
To be continued
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