PLEASE NOTE THE FOLLOWING:
(1) This a true life story. it has nothing to do with Nollywood, nor fiction.
(2) Names where deliberately changed for personal reasons.
(3) I am a Doctor, not a writer, so do not except me to write flawlessly


THE SHADOW OF DECEIT: A PERSONAL STORY.

‘Frank,I want to see you and your new girlfriend tomorrow……’,I was taken aback by Angela’s rather surprising order on the phone more so from an unregistered number and it’s her first time of calling in over five months. I protested, ‘who told you I have a girlfriend…?’ Angela’s response almost triggered a heart attack. My flight and fight response mechanism peeked beyond human imagination. Suddenly, events began unfolding.

You see Angela and I have a little history. Although I was a medic in UNILAG, I grew up in ph city. It was on one of my visits to ph city I met her, in a taxi. I was in Part 4 (500level) back then in 2007. Angela, was a 23 year old average height chocolate skinned lady with an alluring dimple. She has this cute baby face, and sweet voice. As regards education she had completed secondary school in the last three years, and has been ‘struggling’ to secure admission into a tertiary institution. Over the course of time I got to know we share same birthday. This revelation secured her a soft spot on my heart.

Due to distance and the demands of medical school, I did not take our friendship serious. She did call a couple of times to check on me, and to complain about my lukewarm attitude towards her. However, I never took it to heart; I had to secure a future before romance. Then one day in December she called to inform me she will be travelling to Ghana via Lagos, she needed a place to pass the night. Luckily, my roomies had all gone home for the Christmas holidays. I was preparing to travel to ph city but had delayed it by a few days. Hence I gladly obliged her request to stay with me.

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Our communication remained poor till I graduated from medical school in 2009, and returned to ph city to start internship. It's while I was waiting to commence internship I got somewhat close to her to my own hurt. I spent most of my holidays with my immediate elder sister and her husband. They loved me deeply and saw me through medical school. My brother-in-law runs his own firm, a construction company. I was his unofficial PA, running errands both in Lagos and Ph city for him. This ‘office’ came with its joys and sorrows. It was on one of these numerous errands, I me Faith.

My brother in-law had instructed one of his staff and me to proceed to Abuja on an assignment. It was on my way to Omagwa airport I got a call. It was a feminine voice at the other end. The caller had tried playing a fast one by claiming ‘wrong number’ when I queried who she was. Wrong number or whatever there was something about her voice that made me call back. Curiosity they say killed the cat. This call was to trigger subsequent ones throughout my week long stay at Abuja. Faith was a high spirited lady, a conversationalist to a fault. I was so hooked that when she ‘lied’ of been broke I paid 10,000 naira into her account even before I saw her! I was not in any relationship at the moment. My last relationship had ended on a bitter note in med school.

I returned to ph with mixed feelings. I had successfully carried out the assignment, but I had doubts about Faith. When it comes to women I have a very high taste, looks matter to me, and so do intelligence and other intangible qualities. To quell my doubts I quickly fixed a date. We met at Kilimanjaro, GRA junction. True to type Faith was as physically beautiful as she was inwards. She was in her early twenties, of average height ebony skinned with well endowed mammary glands. She wore a tight fitting white long sleeve shirt, and a blue faded jeans skirt. I felt impressed with what I saw. We even took some photo sections before we parted that day. The bond between us gradually grew strong.


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@OP nice one, spread mat on the floor and pitch my tent here.

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Few weeks later I secured an internship slot at the State owned Hospital, BMH with a befitting accommodation at Old GRA. I practically asked her to move in with me. Faith was a homely lady; she cooked great meals, cleaned my apartment and did my laundry. What more could I ask for? The lovemaking was good, although she was not as ‘crazy’ as I was under the sheets. She was working as a secretary in a private company at Rumuomasi with a dismal pay at the time. I cared less what she earned, my paycheck was fat. I started dropping her off and picking her up at her place of work every other day when she moved in. On a couple of occasions I found myself sleeping on steering while in traffic due to fatigue, I once brushed a lady’s car along Rumuola because of this and got tongue lashed. It never mattered. I was love stricken.


In the process of time she missed her period, a pregnancy test and ultrasound scan confirmed she was pregnant. We weren’t ready to be parents yet an abortion was the only option. I recall touching her stomach once and telling the baby why we can’t keep him/her. She did the abortion at a private clinic, nil complications. I dutifully nursed her back to full health. We were now five months into the relationship, I wanted something more. Although she has met my dad, stepmom and younger brother, she was yet to meet my sisters. I have three elder sisters. My sisters’ approval in my opinion will determine the future of our relationship. Hence, I took her to my immediate elder sister first.

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ssoftapple:
@OP nice one, spread mat on the floor and pitch my tent here.

Hope you don't end up with body pains ooo...got no ibuprofen for you .

Drfinn:


Hope you don't end up with body pains ooo...got no ibuprofen for you .

lol dnt worry bro, i will manage, woya lemme continue the show

ssoftapple:
lol dnt worry bro, i will manage, woya lemme continue the show

OK oo.. I make I continue...

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I left my immediate elder sister’s place in confusion. She had told me in my dialect after meeting Faith, that what an elder sees sitting, a youth can’t see standing. Her message was clear, Faith was a bad choice. I struggled with these words over the next few weeks. I called her severally to know why she was not disposed to Faith; her response was less than satisfactory. I tried debunking her words as that of a woman who has suddenly become over religious due to family pressures. However, I was wrong. My sister was right.

It was past 10pm on a Friday night, Faith and I had just returned from seeing a movie at Silverbird cinemas, she had gone to buy indomie at a nearby store while I was in the car waiting for her when Angela’s call came in. Angela had demanded to see Faith and I the next day. She sounded terrified on phone. I was shocked. How did she know Faith? It was then she spilled the beans- Faith, was a friend of her lover, Chris! At that instant I heard a masculine voice at the background ordering her to cut the call immediately. Bam! She was gone. I stood transfixed; adrenalin induced goose pimples ripping through my entire being.

As Faith approached me with smiles, I felt a mix of anger and fear swelling within. I suddenly became over conscious of the environment. I became suspicious of everyone and everything at that point; she noticed my mood and asked what was wrong. I was speechless, my gaze focused on her. She looked too innocent to be a ‘spy’ as Angela had claimed. When I finally found my voice, I blurted out, ‘do you know someone that knows me….?'

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The indomie pack in her hand dropped, she tried forcing a laugh in disbelief. I won’t take any of this I charged at her demanding for an answer. Then she broke down in confession amid tears. Chris, was indeed her friend, she recalled how they met and how he had been of help especially financially to her over the years due to her poor background. She occasionally runs errands for him including paying money into the bank accounts of his numerous girlfriends. Despite their closeness she never had a sexual relationship with him! Though they kept late nights, and she sometimes passed the night at his place.

Chris was a mildly obese, slightly bald short man with a significant potbelly, he was in his forties; he was of Ikwerre extraction and a contractor with NDDC. He had a couple of investments across the State, by all standards he was doing well for himself. Although he had a string of girlfriends, Angela was his main ‘babe’ maybe fiancée. He had given her a well furnished apartment in one of his houses at Orazi axis in ph, while he resided in another around Ada George. He was practically catering for her every need. Unknowingly, I had visited Angela at this house on several occasions, surprisingly I never ran into Chris or so I thought.

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Good morning pals, the story continues.......

Although Chris was financially stable, Angela felt little love for him. The age disparity was glaring. She had met him when one of her sisters was seeking for accommodation. She was even cheating on him to his knowledge, one of her lovers happened to be a younger brother of a childhood friend of mine as I later found out. Despite these Chris was still jealously in love. Thus, when he found out I was the one Angela passed the night with in Lagos, all hell was let loose. I never knew he had been tracking my movements since then!

To keep me away from his Angela, he had to enlist Faith to serve as a distraction. Faith was the only person he could trust, she was smart and loyal besides she was on his ‘payroll’. He had told her all lies imaginable. I was a player, he reeled out names of ladies I had slept with including his Angela, and as such I needed to be dealt with. Faith’s mission was simple; seduce me, and ‘hand’ me over to him so he could treat my ‘Bleep up’. She was never to fall in love, and must give him feedback on her progress. He gave her my number, and I foolishly fell for a lie!

Ironically, things did not go Chris’ way. Faith fell in love, on a number of occasions she had hinted there was something I needed to know. She was bidding her time, till Angela let the cat out of the bag that Friday night. Faith’s confession sounded unbelievable! I have been living a lie in the last seven months plus. Thoughts flooded my mind, what should I do to her? I dialed my brother’s number, and poured out my heart. I was pained beyond words. The next morning I asked her to leave my house. Her pleas fell on deaf ears.

However, my emotions got the better of me. I decided to ‘punish’ her by making her my ‘sex slave’ till am due for NYSC. After two weeks of persistent pleading I accepted her back with a condition she cut all ties with Chris. She accepted my condition or so I thought. I gradually became fearful, jealous and suspicious of her every move, every unregistered number on her call log needed explanation. I read her text messages. To make matters worse within a few days of our reunion, I started receiving calls from Chris requesting to see me. I was to later find out she was still seeing Chris, although she was not forthcoming with information hence his decision to contact me directly.

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This was not what I bargained for I said to myself. Chris constant calls where becoming not only annoying but threatening. A thought crossed my mind to open up to my brother in-law, but I shelved the idea. I suddenly withdrew into my shell, I became extremely security conscious, I stopped keeping late nights; I started seeing Chris in every man with a funny look. Thoughts of been kidnapped, shot or beaten under his instruction raced through my mind, this is ph, anything was possible I reasoned. To make matters worse, I began noticing subtle changes in Faith’s attitude; however, I cared less since I was in only for the sex! I was five months shy of rounding up internship. Sadly, I had been unable to save much. I was in a financial mess.

One day I decided to face my fears. I drove to Happy Bite at Orazi, it was a place Angela and I had met on a couple of occasions. As I stepped in, there stood Angela, she was making payment for food she ate. I took a seat, fixed my gaze on her till she caught my eyes. She stared in disbelieve, and then turned her head guiding me with the side of her eyes across the room, I got the nonverbal message. There seating at the other end was Chris! He looked unkempt, and gray haired. I stared at him for a few minutes, and then hurriedly walked out before he could recognize me. That was my first time seeing him; I was to see both of them again at Silverbird cinemas a week later. This time I was with Faith, we sat a few seats away from theirs at the lounge. I jokingly asked Faith to go greet her paymaster. When Angela went out to answer a call, I followed her. I wanted to know what was going on, but before I could say a word Chris appeared. Surprisingly, he looked at me without uttering a word, dragged Angela into his car and drove off.

Faith’s attitude took a down turn when she began coming home unusually late. One day she came home without her panties. When I asked how come, she claimed she had unintentionally urinated on herself at the office. I was shocked! Two days later she came home almost past 11pm; this time I vented my anger. I could hardly sleep that night, as a last resort I forcefully made love to her and slept off. The next morning she sarcastically asked why I could not sleep until I had made love to her. Obviously, the center has cracked, but I was still blindfolded from reality.

Suddenly, she began receiving calls at odd hours. On one occasion we were asleep when her phone rang, she slipped into the bathroom to answer it. I waited patiently till she came out then I inquired who the caller was. As usual it was her colleague. A few days later I took this colleague’s number and called, a guy picked. I kept my suspicions to myself. Then one Saturday morning, eight months into our relationship she told me she was travelling to Owerri to see her mum. Her mum had been separated from her dad in the last 10 years or so. Unknown to her, I had read a text message from a certain guy she was billed to meet in Owerri. The guy had told her where to stop and connect with him. Certainly, cheating under my very nose was the last thing I could tolerate. I acted all ignorant until she left for Owerri three days later.

She barely called throughout the one week she spent at Owerri, for me I had already impressed upon my mind, the relationship was over! Two days before she returned, I sent her a text asking her to stay at her house when she returns. I was going to be on weekend call. On her return she tried severally to visit, I blocked every attempt. She asked questions after questions, I had no answer to give. I was done! Days turned to weeks, then months. Finally, she requested to come pick her belongings from my place, a request I gladly obliged. Her visit was short but eventful, she tried the emotional game, but I remained resolute. She left in tears.

A month later I was at UNIPORT for a function when she called. She told me she was pregnant. I was pissed! I angrily asked why she was calling to tell me, her answer sounded rather amusing. I was responsible. Damn! I reminded her hope she knows am a doctor, to which she angrily responded that she was expecting me to deny it. However, she assured me her sister will help secure an abortion; she only called to inform me. I simply cut the call on her in disdain. I have had enough of this drama. That was the last I heard from her till I went for NYSC in 2010. THE END.

AFTER THOUGHT: Today, Faith is happily married to a Pastor; she invited me to her wedding, I declined due to another engagement. Chris and Angela eventually broke up. She is yet to tell me what transpired. Angela and I remain friends till date.

mind blowing and touching all d same ;Dmind blowing and touching all d same

hhhmmmmmmmmm......wat a LIFE!!...relationship comes with so mch hurt most esp wen love is involve. mine was just as pathentic as urs...but i was lucky never to have dealt with cheating partner or a spy..it was just tribal conspiracy. the delta guys mum would never accept an akwa ibom lady....its strange you're still frnds with the angela lady in my own case all ties was broken....i mean we became like sworn enemies that i grew hatred from anybody from delta..wen dey make passes @ me i jst tell them bluntly dats its impossible no matter how good u seem or sth. you case wasnt as painful....@least u no faint...my own case i was few inches away death..i took ill over and over again, slumped @ work,......lot of tinz..dat leaves me feeling better of being single.

zaragal:
hhhmmmmmmmmm......wat a LIFE!!...relationship comes with so mch hurt most esp wen love is involve. mine was just as pathentic as urs...but i was lucky never to have dealt with cheating partner or a spy..it was just tribal conspiracy. the delta guys mum would never accept an akwa ibom lady....its strange you're still frnds with the angela lady in my own case all ties was broken....i mean we became like sworn enemies that i grew hatred from anybody from delta..wen dey make passes @ me i jst tell them bluntly dats its impossible no matter how good u seem or sth. you case wasnt as painful....@least u no faint...my own case i was few inches away death..i took ill over and over again, slumped @ work,......lot of tinz..dat leaves me feeling better of being single.

O zaragal, so much pain for loving someone. It's part of life, today you look back and just laff.