SOURLY-EVER-AFTER; A wishful preclusion...

The morning was depressed and the gloomy sky was about to shed some tears.

The trees from both sides of the road waver in agony, shedding their leaves like never before, while the road got filled up by them. The morning breeze gently blew the leaves forward and the leaves travels irregularly, knowing not their destination.

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Seven Years back in the University;

His sexual drive had increase ever since she ‘deflowered’ him. Although his brilliancy was one to beat, yet, his slip back then towards academic had become obvious to all. His only luck was the advantageous retentive memory which had aided him all through his final exams but could not get him above the average pass marks for the two courses he took at that final year. This raised eyebrows as students who were used to checking his results first before theirs on the board saw it as a bitter pill to swallow.

For Sade, she got the entire academic assistant she needed from the supposed book-worm; he would even abet her during the exams at the expense of his own works which could have got him expelled from school if caught, but for Femi, it was an eye opener to a secret world of treasures long hidden from him or perhaps the one he didn’t discover in time. He was eternally grateful to her.

At some point, Sade had become jealous whenever ladies flock around him, but Femi had always shrug it off whenever she ask him since there were no written or verbal agreement of any relationship between them. It was strictly friends-with-benefit, a mutual agreement of gratifying each other’s pleasure whenever the need arose.

Femi slimly graduated with a first class and the best graduating student in the school that year, but he also got an automatic higher degree in sexual exploration.

His tale of seemingly unending exploration became a worrisome one to all ears. He was almost evicted from the NYSC camp owing to his promiscuous feats but for the intercession of kind hearts who had appreciated the brilliant solutions he proffered whenever technical issues that tangled arises.

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Four years ago;

Whenever Bimpe was cooking or busy with other chores, he had no choice but to assume the nanny position, singing lullaby- a work he hated so much. But he loved her and their daughter.

With much coercion from friends and persuasion from clerics, Femi had got his life back on track and he works as a consultant for telecommunication companies in the country. He swiftly forgot about the wrong women his past and pushed on to settle down in marriage.

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She was a beautiful lady with a heart of gold. Not many man is lucky to have such for a wife and to nail it, she is sexually pleasing which made her snatch his heart totally. Bimpe was indeed a god-sent.

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That day;

Femi stood motionless as the breeze gently greeted his face while he made no attempt to remove the dried leaves that has settled on his hair. All I could read from his face were anxiety and fear.

Something terrible had happened. People were outside the house crying; someone had died.

Amidst that, a van drove in-party planners. His wife had ordered for their son’s birthday but she would not stay back to execute all the day’s plan.

Few minutes later, her corpse was brought out and the procession followed suit. They gradually passed by me and I walked gently into the gate. I turned around and looked back, but Femi was not there. Only the dried leaves carrying his tear drops were there.

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©Akinsehinwa Damilola