Confessions of a Yoruba Demon IV

                                             

Confessions of a Yoruba Demon 4

Word travelled fast as I left the hospital and returned home.

Think of gossip flowing through the grapevine between Nigerian Aunties. It moved faster than your mood from angry to not angry after you get your hands on food.

There were calls of concern and care.

People were genuinely worried about me and I could feel the love.

Taiwo and Cynthia were basically living with me at this point and I could truly feel their love in it’s purest form.

I was trying to live a normal life but no one was normal. I could feel the pain in all their hearts.

But I was the only one that knew was I was feeling.

One afternoon, I heard a knock on the door as I exited the bathroom.

I sluggishly walked to the door.

I leaned forward and looked into the peep hole, it was like my eyes were playing tricks on me.

Back, I leaned and then forward again.

On second glance, I saw clearly that it was Annie.

As I opened the door, I stepped to the side and allowed her in.

Standing in the same spot where I had slumped a few days prior, she said

“Hi Kola”

I turned the lock on the door and said

“Hi Annie”

as the words left my tongue, Taiwo came out of the room and into the hallway.

She was looking dead at Annie when she said

“What are you doing here?”

Annie sighed.

Before she could answer, I jumped in and said

“Taiwo, can you please give us some privacy?”

She rolled her eyes and said

“I asked her to tell me why she’s here and I want an answer”

as she approached Annie and I.

Annie replied and said

“I came to show honest care and concern. Something you obviously know nothing about”

I could almost hear Taiwo grinding her teeth as her fists clenched.

I immediately changed my standing position to occupy a space between both of them and I again said

“Taiwo, please go back to the room please”

She hissed and said

“You’re lucky”

as stormed back towards the room.

I motioned Annie toward the couch where she sat and I asked

“So what can I do for you?”

She fiddled with her hands and said

“Kola, I just came to apologize and say I’m sorry for all that happened.

I can’t help but feel like I contributed to the whole thing by what I did that day and I’m really sorry”

I made a sound that was almost a mixture of a scoff and a smile as I said

“it’s okay. It’s all in the past now.

We good”

She apologized a bit more and stood to leave when she said

“I heard you were poisoned. I don’t know if you care, but it was not the one who did that. I would never do that to you”

I smiled and didn’t respond as I held open the front door.

She smiled and took a step forward as if to walk out and quickly she turned.

She hugged me and squeezed me.

“Kola, I still love you and I need you.

Please come back to me”

I let go of the door, it slid and closed.

I looked down at Annie as she sobbed. Her tears soaking my shirt.

I placed my hands around her back as I tried to comfort her.

She looked up and our eyes met, I leaned in and I didn’t know when I kissed her.

It was not one of those “she forced herself on me” situations. I actually went in for the kiss.

It felt good.

There was a surge through my body.

She sucked on my bottom lip as our tongues interlocked.

We must have been tongue tied for a few minutes before something clicked in my head that Taiwo was only two doors away.

She stepped back and wiped her juicy lips.

We both smiled and I spoke first

“Annie, we have to talk about this some more but later”

She smiled and said

“I look forward to it”

Not without leaning in and planting another long kiss on my lips before heading out.

I watched her as she walked through the halls and towards the stairwell,

“Oh how do I keep getting myself into this?”

I thought to myself.

Reopening doors that should stay closed. Oh great Nigerian man.

….

My mother was due to arrive that evening.

So right before as Cynthia and Taiwo made dinner in the kitchen, I said to both

“There will be no talk of dying or anything along the lines to my mother.

Okay?”

They both agreed.

I then brought up the earlier interaction as Cynthia and I teased Taiwo.

“…you should have seen her clenching her fist like she was going to beat Annie!

It was so funny!”

I recanted to a beaming Cynthia.

Taiwo jumped in

“I don’t know whats so funny. Me that I was ready to beat her ass. Y’all here laughing”

I replied as I laughed

“She was just trying to apologize”

Taiwo chimed in again and said

“Thats how it starts and then she’ll want to be talking to you. Then she’s kissing you and before you know it, you’re fucking her.

You dont know women”

I laughed as Cynthia suddenly switched sides and agreed with her.

“Yup Kola. It always starts with some cry baby act before we start using our tears to wash your penis.

You know better”

I smiled knowing that Annie’s lips were just all over mine.

but that was for me to worry about.

A few hours later, my mother and Taiwo arrived from the airport.

The mood quickly changed. There was an air of seriousness or cautiousness that my mother brought into the space.

We all ate together and watched a Nigerian movie my mother selected.

About halfway through the movie, my mother looked at me and said

“Kola, je kin ri e.”

Kola let me see you (in private)

We headed to my room, she sat down on the bed and said

“Sit down”

I sat next to her as she began speaking. It was a mixture of simple words and prayers.

She was crying through it all as she said

“….I have learned to not question God but this leaves a big question mark regarding his loyalty to me. I thanked him for you and raised you in his ways and re-dedicated you to him.

This is not fair but I want to tell you that I love you more than my own life”

As she spoke, I felt her heart break into tinier pieces than mine.

My mother was my everything, and to see her shattered like that was hard to swallow.

I reached my hands around her and pulled her close.

She squeezed my shirt and sobbed harder reciting my Oriki (praise poetry, is a cultural phenomenon among the Yòrùbá-speaking people of West Africa.)

I looked down and slowly moved her off me and I said

“Mummy, I’m not dying”

Stunned.

She sat up straight and said

“Ehn!”

I swallowed hard and quietly repeated myself and said

“Mummy, I am not dying.”

She looked at me like I was strange and said

“What are you saying Kola???”

She stood up and raised her voice as she said

“Are you serious???

You had the entire family worried and devastated and you are not sick

Explain it to me!!!”

I stood up and motioned to her, gently asking her to quiet down

as I spoke

“You see, I spoke to the doctor and paid him so we could plan the whole thing.

I just needed a fresh start and for all these women to leave me alone.

It was weighing me down”

Her mouth was ajar.

She was stunned

If she could slap me at that moment, I bet she would have.

There was so much disappointment in her eyes.

I couldn’t hide.

I wanted to hide but I couldn’t.

“A new beginning is moving to a new state or country. Getting a different career, giving your life to God… but this… this is low.

Even for you.

I can’t believe this”

She got up and exited the room.

I wanted to follow her but I was ridden with so much shame.

I just sat on the floor there and played my actions.

All I concluded with was that it needed to be done. It might have seemed horrible to others but to me, it was necessary.

…..

The rest of the week, my mother and I danced around each other. She barely spoke to me.

My mother ranks high as one of the most passive aggressive people I know.

She was clearly upset with me but not saying anything.

Even Taiwo asked me what happened and I played it off as her just being upset with the situation.

It was around 6am when I felt a sharp slap around my shoulder.

It wasn’t your friendly wake up call.

It was firm and painful.

I sprung up and said

“What?!”

It was my mother and she put her finger across her lips.

She stood over me and said

“There are people out in the living room.

You are going to go out there and tell them the truth about all this.

Otherwise, I will”

I looked at her in shock and said

“Huh?”

She looked angry as she said

“Kola, don’t make me slap you here. If you know what is good for you, you will get up and go out there now.

Thank God you know I don’t stand for this nonsense”

I was so upset.

This was why I didn’t want my mother to know about this whole situation.

I sluggishly got myself out of bed with my mother policing me, almost like when I was in grade school.

She walked behind me as I walked to the living room. As I turned the corner, I noticed two people sitting on the couch; Annie and Cynthia.

I actually let out a sigh of relief because Taiwo wasn’t there.

She was the one I wanted anyways.

I sat across from them and finally gathered the courage to speak and I said

“I want to start by saying I am sorry.

I have been selfish and a coward. I have lied to both of you and even made you feel like you weren’t enough for me.

I lied to both of you and others about my medical condition, I am not actually dying. I just did that because I wanted to leave all the situations I have at the moment and return to a stress free life.

I know you probably hate me, but I Truly enjoyed the memories we made and I hope someday you can both forgive me”

Annie said nothing.

She got up, picked her bags and walked out.

I turned and watched her leave.

Cynthia sat there with her hands on her laps and my mom at the end of the couch.

She sighed and said

“It’s unfortunate that you have people that actually love you but you have done such a despicable thing to them.

To bring such grief to people you call family is just downright low and beneath you.

And to think I was holding off on telling you that I was pregnant.”

I gasped and sat straight.

She looked at me and said

“Calm down.

It’s not yours and I’m glad because you changed Kola.

You really changed. This was not the man I fell for.

I wish you all the best but I’m out”

I heaved a sigh of relief. For a quick second, I thought I was going to lose out on everything and somehow have ended up as a father.

Cynthia stood up and left.

She shook her head as she said

“You brought this upon yourself”

She walked and left the house. She would later return as she was still staying with me till she found her own place.

As everything settled, I got up and my mother looked at me. Her glare was telling, then she said most she had said to me in days

“I am proud of you for manning up but I am leaving tomorrow back to Nigeria”

I didn’t even get a reply in. She walked out of the room.

Somewhere in my mind, I felt less pressure on my shoulders.

I still had to talk to Taiwo, at least now we could properly be together.

I picked up my keys and in my shorts,

I headed over to her house.

About 30 minutes later, I was knocking on her door.

My heart was racing.

I heard someone walking towards the door.

It opened moments later.

“Hey babe”

I said.

She smiled and said

“Hi Kola”

That greeting might have sounded normal to everyone else in the world but I knew Taiwo, she was upset.

I looked at her, smiled as I said

“You must have heard huh?”

“Heard what?”

she replied swiftly.

I realized this wasn’t going to be easy.

“Taiwo, I lied about being sick.

I paid the doctor to say all that at the hospital. I just wanted to get everyone out of the way, so we can better together.

I’m sorry I lied to you baby.

I would never do anything to hurt you”

Taiwo closed the door.

Huh?

I was so confused. I heard some shuffling on the other side then the door opened again.

Taiwo had a box in her hand.

She placed it on the floor between us.

Then she stepped in the doorway and said

“You are a liar, manipulator and a self centered prick.

So no. I don’t want you or your love that taints or hurts others.

In this box, I have packed all your shit.

Please leave me alone and never contact me, I don’t need your love.”

She slammed the door.

That was it.

I couldn’t believe what had just unfolded.

I wanted to scream/cry/punch something all in the same breath.

I couldn’t even gather myself to pick up my belongings in the box.

Slowly, I trudged to my car.

The drive back home was painful. I kept playing it all in my head and trying to find ways I could have avoided all of this.

I felt like I had eggs broken only face.

What The Heck Man.

When I returned home, I sat in my car for almost an hour.

You know that defeated stance where you even get home but you can’t bring yourself to go inside.

I finally pulled myself in.

When I opened the door, Cynthia was watching the television and my mother was in the kitchen.

Standing in the door, I couldn’t hold it anymore. I started crying profusely.

Cynthia got up and approached me.

She said

“Are you okay?”

I looked at her as I slumped to the ground.

My mom said

“Whats wrong with him?”

Cynthia said

“Annie posted a secret recording of him confessing that he lied to people about being terminally illl.

It is all over the internet”

I raised my head and looked up to her as I said

“What video?”

She looked at me puzzled and said

“You haven’t seen it?”

I hadn’t seen the video.

Apparently Annie had a camera in her purse, recording me that morning as I confessed being a fucking liar to her.

She had never been one to play fair and I couldn’t even muster anger towards her.

I felt a sharp pain in my stomach.

The tears flowed faster and I slumped farther into darkness.

Cynthia then said

“Kola, you’re bleeding”

I cleaned my nose with my right forearm and there was blood on it.

She asked

“Are you okay?”

My mother hissed and said

“Nosebleeds?

He gets those when it’s too hot or he’s stressed. He brought this stress on himself.

Kola go to the bathroom and wash that nonsense off before you stain the walls”

She walked right past me and into the bedroom.

And in that moment, I realized how low I had fallen.

My reputation was tarnished and I lost all the women I had and even my mother walked away from me as my heart lay broken.

And all I could think was What The… you know the rest.

I hope you enjoyed the Confessions of a Yoruba Demon series. I know lately they have gained prominence for creative heartbreaking techniques and patterns. I enjoyed writing this series and I hope you enjoyed reading it.

Please if you know a Yoruba demon, stay with him. He needs all your love.

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“Yoruba demonizing” is a way of life. WE must all cast and bind!

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