This story contains a bit of foreign language which I have tried to translate to the best of my ability.
"You know things are gonna change between us if we do this?"
Kunle's heart was thumping hard in his ears now. He could hardly hear what she said. "Yes...I know."
"And once this happens, we cannot go back?"
"No going back, yes."
She turned to face him. "You promise?"
"Yes, I promise."
A coy smile lit up her face. "Okay," she replied, "I'll help you..."
Several months earlier...
"Ki ni gbogbo trash yi gaan na(what is all this trash)?" Lara screamed at him. "Igba ti o mo pe o le ba obinrin sun(when you know you cannot perform), why do you disturb me for sex?"
He was on his knees naked, begging and pleading with her. "Lara jo, ma binu(don't be upset). I don't know why it's always happening like this."
Lara stood up and grabbed her bra and panties from where they had tossed them. "This is the fourth time and I've had enough. Just look at yourself. I brought myself down to your level to please you and everyone but look at what I got myself into. I'm engaged to an impotent fool. Well, not anymore. I don't think I want to be with a man who cannot perform."
She yanked off the ring from her finger and flung it at him. It hit him on the forehead and clattered to the floor, but he hardly felt the pain. The insult she threw at him stung him more than the pain from the ring. She dressed up, gathered his clothes in a bundle and flung them at him.
"Ma ko oshi e lo jare. Iwo okobo oloriburuku yi(Get your useless self out of here, you impotent arsehole). Get the fuck out of my house!!!!!"
She pushed him out of her bedroom and towards the main door, not even giving him the chance to dress up properly.
"Lara jo ma shey bayi si mi now(don't do this to me)," he pleaded.
"Abi eleyi ya were ni(are you mad)? I said get out of here!!!! Aminu!!!!!!!!" she shouted for the gateman, "Come carry this useless fool out of here. And I must not see him in this house again, or else you are fired!!!!"
Kunle dejectedly dressed up and walked out the vast compound. Aminu the gateman avoided eye contact with him and shut the gate once he stepped onto the street. He hailed a passing commercial bike which took him to the nearby bus stop. On his way home, he pondered. How dare she do this to him? After all they'd been through together? Well, he thought, it was his own fault for going after a girl like Lara.
They had met during their one year NYSC* and fortunately for her, she was retained by the bank she had served. Kunle had struggled to find a job and after a year or two he managed to get one at a food processing company as a Quality Assurance Assistant. By then Lara had been promoted to assistant branch manager with an official car and residence to match. He had been hearing rumors about her as people just don't get promoted like that within a few short years of working in a bank on a full-time basis, but he refused to acknowledge them. Lara will never do that to him, he had fooled himself.
He could still remember vividly when he found he had problems with weak erections and premature ejaculation. Lara had come over to his place that day and one thing led to another, and they had ended up in bed. They had stripped naked and she was already all hot, sloppy wet and ready for action, only for him to insert his dick into her, pump a few times, and ejaculate. He was really surprised; Lara could not believe it either. She had first sympathized with him, maybe it being their first time together, but after it happened a couple of times more, he knew he had a problem. To make matters worse, Lara had not taken it easy on him and told him if it happened one more time, it was over between them. He had been to the doctor and he had told him to eat less sugar and exercise more, but all to no avail. This time around she rained curses and abuses on him, calling him impotent, an "okobo". She could have insulted him all she wanted, but calling him impotent hit him hard where it hurt the most. He really had to do something about his condition.
The alarm on his phone buzzed loudly, waking him up with a start. He stretched and yawned, looking out the window as the first rays of dawn began lighting up the sky. It was time to get up and prepare for work.
Kunle lazily threw the covers back. He stood up and headed for the bathroom. Looking at the mirror, he saw a haggard looking 27-year-old with bloodshot eyes staring back at him. He hadn't slept much since the incident at Lara's place four days ago. He had tried calling her several times, but she never picked up. Afterwards the calls didn't go through. He decided the first thing he would do that weekend was to apologize. He sighed and started his shower. He had just about an hour to get ready and head to the park where the staff bus usually picked him and other workers.
He finished up and jumped into his shirt, tie, trousers, and well-worn loafers and grabbed his laptop bag. Mama Akosua, the motherly Ghanaian woman who had set up a food stall at the park at end of the road should be waiting with his breakfast. He had made it a habit of always having breakfast of hot waakye(rice and beans), plantain, egg and fried mackerel with the woman and she always had it packed, hot and ready for him, no matter how many customers stormed her stand in the mornings.
Kunle stepped out of his one-room self-contained quarters behind one of the two main buildings of four apartments each and almost ran into the cleaning lady's cart. The cart of mops, brooms, and cleaning products was parked right in the middle of the pathway and he almost toppled it over in his haste to dash out. Cursing slightly, he heard someone running over.
"Oh, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have put this in the middle of the way. I'm so, so sorry." she pleaded, pushing the cart into the hedges.
Kunle gawked. Instead of the middle-aged, plump woman who came around every other day to clean the compound, pushing the cart away from the path was a young, pretty damsel. The girl was gorgeous. The plain clothes she had on did not hide the perfect curves she had underneath. The sweater she wore that cool harmattan morning couldn't hide the size of the basketballs that stood proudly on her chest. Her shoulder-length curly black hair was tied back with a headband, and a pair of black-framed glasses sat squarely on her face, giving her a nerdish, schoolgirl look. She was still apologizing as she moved the cart out of the way. She stood facing him and he couldn't help but stare at her protruding chest.
"Oh don't worry, I...ahem...I'm fine," he managed to say, finally able to drag his eyes away and focus on her face, "I should have been more careful and watched where I was going."
"I'm the one who should be more careful...keeping this damn cart in the middle of the walkway..."
She had one of those shy smiles that lit her face. "By the way," he inquired, "you seem new here. I've not seen you around before."
"Yes, I just started today." The girl responded cheerfully. "The other lady had to leave and I'm her temporary replacement. Humble, little me."
"Wow. So nice. Well I have to rush off to work now. Will I get to see your lovely face again?"
"Well" she replied, pushing up her button nose in thought. "I'm usually scheduled here on Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Saturdays."
"Okay. I guess I'll hopefully see you on Saturday then. What's your name by the way?"
"Sheila."
"Such a beautiful name for a pretty girl. Nice meeting you."
She giggled and blushed, embarrassed. "It's nice meeting you too Mr...errr..."
"Kunle. Just call me Kunle. No fancy titles."
"It's nice meeting you too...Kunle."
