As the term wore on, I became his Saturday night regular and when I graduated and went to university, he put me up in a flat. Then I effectively became his property. I drove a brand new Honda and wore the finest clothes. Unfortunately the honeymoon came to an end after some time when his wife accosted me one day with some thugs. They gave me a thorough beating and took the Honda, and she warned me to get out of Chief’s life. I was in the hospital for 7 days, and though he paid the bill, he didn’t even come to see me. I was devastated. No-one told me before I went and packed my things out of that flat and figured my next move. Fortunately I had already been working on a plan B. I had also met this older man who worked for the US embassy, after a hot and heavy session at a hotel, he had an attack of conscience and decided he wanted to save me from myself. He had promised to help me arrange for a US student visa, and help me get into a school, so I could change my life. At the time I wasn’t particularly moved by his request, but after the Chief fiasco, I took him up on it in a hurry.
Since then I have managed to work myself into the system here and find some relative success. I declared I was done with sugar daddies after that experience and I planned to make my own way, but I guess I have gotten used to the finer things in life, and so when I marry I don’t see anything wrong in marrying up. I mean it’s not like I plan on using the guy or anything, I do plan on loving him too.
There is just something about successful men that turns me on. Especially men like Dele. I mean he has the finesse and the wealth, not to mention that the bobo is fine! The phone started ringing, just when I was about to start daydreaming about Dele and I walking off into the sunset. I hoped it was Madam calling to say she was ready to make an offer on one of the houses.
“Hello,” I said sweetly into the phone.
“Titi?” A gruff voice that I knew all too well barked into my ear.
“Yes,” I replied, putting some distance in my voice.
“Why are you acting like you don’t know who this is?”
“Segun?” I pretended to be interested.
“Ehen, who else will it be, or are you seeing any other guys?”
“I beg sweetheart, give me a break, after you I no go fit.”
“You know it.”
Segun was one of the guys that helped me get on my feet when I first moved to the States. He is a flashy guy who has no visible source of income but lives incredibly large, drives a nice car, spends a lot of money (in fact most of the designer bags in my closet are gifts from him) but doesn’t work. I won’t lie; Segun is the kind of guy that does deals. Shady, dirty 419 type deals. Credit card fraud, bank check fraud you name it and he’s into it. When I first came, I needed so much help, I didn’t much care where it came from. He saw me and desired me, so we both got our needs met. I was his girl and he took care of me. He bought me my BMW, cash down, he gave me a substantial down payment for my condo. To be honest he financed the life I’m living.
The problem is that now that I am trying to upgrade to a different class of men, the bobo won’t leave me alone. I haven’t accepted a gift from him in at least a year, well if you ignore the diamond earrings and necklace he gave me for Christmas, I couldn’t resist, plus I knew I was going to the gala and I needed those pieces to complete my look. So what if it cost me a rough ride in bed? Yes, Segun is one of those guys that likes everything rough. I have never enjoyed sex with him. He is all about the blow job and hitting it from way back. Heck I think he’s a closet homosexual. I have tried to shake him but I have to be careful about it. Last year, I tried to break things off with him and he stalked out of the house. The next night I was opening the door on my way out, and he showed up out of nowhere, pushed me in and held a knife to my throat. His eyes were red and he looked crazed, or high actually. “Bitch, you don’t leave me till I am done with you.” Oh boy after that, I didn’t quite know what to do but I knew I had to tread carefully.
Fortunately he is only ever around for short stints, then he has to go underground again. So I might not hear from him for months when he’s gone and his time with me usually lasts about a couple of weeks. He is definitely a chapter in my life I wish I knew how to close.
“So what are you doing?” he asked.
“Taking a bath.” “Good, because I like you fresh and clean.”
“O-kay”
“Come and open the front door for me, I’m outside.”
“Alright, give me a minute to get dressed.”
“No, come just the way you are, dripping and everything!”
“Segun, it’s cold, I don’t want to get sick.”
“Titi, don’t let me wait out here one extra minute,” he barked.
“Ok, ok, I’m coming.”
Oh shit. It’s going to be a long hard night.
