LECHEROUS JOURNAL: Episode 8 …script’d by BigDan

“Taking a man’s life is nothing. Taking his heart, that’s everything.” – BigDan

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Glasses raised, smoke floated around the air, mouth moved from talks and chewing; busy hands, idle legs. Butts glued to their respective chairs; some wore fake smiles, others in the spirit of cheers.

“What’s this uneasiness I feel inside of me?” I asked myself; one of earthy pretence yet burrowed in my blood pumping organ was the discomfort the aura around the table presented. Here I was; the right location for fun, the wrong day for one. Extremely quiet, my mind trying to decipher who and what the rest of the 6 on the table were and what was running their mind on.

Vivian
Heaven knows she’s won my heart with that 1st impression and knowledge; her readily involvement in the art of writing and research had been one, un-mistaken. Rarely found in the XX Homo Sapiens species. She’s one of a kind, least, that’s all my mind could evaluate; is she real? Does she have the same feeling I feel for her for me? Stupid me, such beautifully endowed girls are scarcely single; they enjoy lots of buzz from willing potentials and assholes. Maybe I was one. In fact, I could be one – damn! This feeling. She’s the kinda girl I’d like to drop my playboy attitude for and settle down with. Intellects and wits are checked right; consciousness and greed should be deleted. My body, soul and spirit being the culprit – but whose’s earthy trinity ain’t a culprit?

Tolu
Tolu? For real?
Do I have to think about her now?
Yes I’ve got to.
She’s the soul reason I’m troubled today
Not fully, but majorly.
Not just today, everyday.
Not just everyday, for the rest of days.
Till I find that special person again.
Could that person be Veev?
Oh shut up Abiodun. What if?
You acting a wussy.
Give it up with the fantasy.
Tolu cheated on you, why can’t Vivian do same.
She ain’t even your girlfriend yet, talk of more pain.
Would she ever be? I hate this feeling.
Were we meant to be? Oh, not this thoughts again.

I dragged the packet of Dunhill Switch closer, lifted the box, flicked open the top and dragged out a stick; the purple lighter I’ve had finger flipping, suddenly became useful as I let out fumes from the 1st drag and regained consciousness. I was back to the realm. The present. My mind had evaluated Vivian in a prose and Tolu in poetry. I needed help. What could that mean? I saw Akin engaging the others. Vivian buried deep in his conversation; she wore varying expressions from light smiles to heavy laughs. Tolu, Tolu again? She was lost. Scarcely here, rarely there. Jide had himself busy with side chats. Cynthia was his partner, rather interest. They seemed to be getting along really well. Still contemplating, trying to get back to the table mood smartly. I had to listen deeply, vastly and quickly to know when to chip in my ‘welcome back, like I never left‘ comment.

And just then, when I thought I was ready to break in with a spirit of ‘I’m still here pals‘, something goes wrong. No! I go wrong. Never!, they were wrong. Gaddamnit! Who’s wrong? Suddenly the mood on my mind which had switched from prose to poetry, did inculcate drama into it’s recent form, this was what my welcome back era experienced a collision with.

Cynthia: I thought we girls agreed to hit the beach today?

Vivian: Akin is right. When would we get there? When would we get back? It’s going to be a waste of precious time. Today’s gone already, it’s almost 2PM.

Cynthia: I am so not in for this new re-shuffle.

Jide: *whispering to Cynthia* It’s okay, you’ld have maximum fun coming over to the crib with us, with me. *as he pulled out his face from her ear showing her a grinned expression*

Cynthia was in a state of deciding, and just as she pondered whether to or not…

Akin: *tearing off 3 sheets of paper from his diary, quickly shared it for the girls and told them* Each of you write down what you would like to have – drinks and booze, for the house party. Myself and the boys would review it and see which we’ve got, can accomplish and which we’ld have to cancel out.

Abiodun: *I broke in quickly* Why ain’t I allowed to write too? Abi I no follow for this party?

Jide laughed

Akin wore an expression I understood quickly.

Tolu said nothing. She was 1st to pick the pen off the table as she scribbled away on the sheet Akin had provided her.

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3 in 1 or 1 for 3… Akin, Abodun and Jide. Friends like brothers. 1 hustle, 3 sections; it was evident they weren’t novices in the field of entertainment. Akin was a… My mind tried analysing again and that instant, I thought to myself. Enough with the weird mind. Sh*t ain’t wired, why does it keep trying to play satistic? We walked side by side towards ShopRite like the Plantashun Boiz members after a performance, approached it’s entrances like the TGT group on tour and shopped crazily like Run DMC before a stage appearance. The feminine version of the mental resemblance would be the Destiny’s Child, TLC and The Three Degrees. Carts filled up in quick speed. Payment was made after a long queue; Jide had excused himself for an unseen item on his list and I found that the best opportunity to ask Akin the long awaited question on my mind.

Abiodun: This house party of a thing is your idea, how do you plan sharing the girls? Because I don’t think I can manage Vivian and Tolu all by myself.

Akin: *with an evil smile, he looked into my eyes and said the words I wouldn’t have expected till my life tarry* Here’s your 1st chance to make an adult decision relating to love. Who’d you be with at the end of tonight? I’ve got Judith coming over.

Abiodun: You kidding me right?

Akin: No, I ain’t.

Abiodun: And, her friend?

Akin interrupted me quickly before I could finish my question.

Akin: *another ‘not funny’ laugh* I knew you’ld ask. She’s not in tonight’s picture. Your question should be the cab arrangement back home.

At that instant, it registered to me that Akin had a plan unknown to everyone to hire 2 cabs back home and leave me in 1 with the 2 un-desired peeps I wanted to share a long lonely moment with.

Abiodun: You not planning to join me with Vivian and Tolu in the same cab right? *I asked with an expression of displeasure*

Akin: *letting out another smile, this time, one of evil resemblance than good’s parody. I knew he had it all figured out already* You think faster than life. It’s the other way round brov. I’m doing this for you. “Brother Deliver Brother“, remember?

And right there, as I tried to ease myself off the dilemma that tonight would present me from the multiple love problem I’ve got my ‘heart like a 9‘ in a box of 9; Sudoku at it’s prime. I knew I was in for much more I could phantom sanely than my present mood of fuckery.

Abiodun: Oh hell, I hate you Akin, I said out loudly. *This I said as the girls walked in behind me. Vivian and Tolu with a smile on their face and Cynthia locking arms with Jide*

They had a new plan up their sleeve, one totally different from what Akin had plotted; this was more a thought of battle than a thought of settle. This was more than a ‘dilemma‘ for me – this was a ‘the-less-man‘, if I was to follow suit according to Jide‘s career-choice of speech.

Just then, Akin found himself unknown to our world but his alone. He was exchanging numbers with the careful but ecstatic pretty cashier; he had no idea that the girls were watching him do his thing as he smiled, pocketed his Nokia Lumia, lifted his now filled nylon bags of purchases, turned around, only to meet Vivian and Tolu staring deep at him.

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The INK & QUILL – Lecherous Journal narrator:

1: Is Akin up to something with Vivian?
2: Is Vivian troubled about Tolu‘s past involvement with Abiodun?
3: Does Vivian have feelings for Abiodun?
4: Would Jide and Cynthia find a balance?
5: What did Jide narrate to Cynthia on the Yewande saga?
6: Which pair of 3 would go with which cab?
7: What is Vivian and Tolu up to against Abiodun?

Just then a passerby walks through as his phone beeps and the ringtone rings out 50 Cents’ “21 Questions” from his “Get Rich Or Die Tryin’” album.

The INK & QUILL – Lecherous Journal narrator:

Ironic how I’ve still got 21 more questions to ask you all…

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