One of the problems associated with living
in Lagos is having to grapple with the tough life there. This reminds me
of a phrase from American hip hop star, 50 Cent: “Death’s gotta be easy cuz life is hard.”
When you live in a city like Lagos, you contend with traffic, erratic
electricity and security lapses among others. But survive you must. And
so you find a way of balancing life in this big city by unwinding.
People get different benefits from different activities, and sex is usually a large part of how we loosen up.
Dapo Johnson is the typical Lagos big boy. He worked really hard to
earn his stripes. In 2001, he returned from London to manage his
father’s little business.
Born into a middle class home, he has managed to turn the family’s
fortune around, but like every human, he has his weakness. He has quit
smoking but loves women, maybe a bit too much for his own good.
He has a wife but keeps about half a dozen other affairs on the side.
He plays golf with his friends and loves to swim. He also drinks
occasionally, but regardless of his excesses the man doesn’t play with
his job. He has a solid work ethic.
Within five years of returning to Nigeria, he entered the diesel
market and few years later became one of the major marketers in the
city.
It isn’t a long drive from Etim Inyang, V.I. to his Ikoyi home but he
only leaves the office after 10PM. He is often too busy with his
personal assistant, when everyone else is gone. But they are never busy
with work at these late hours.
He knew he could use more than her brilliance when he hired her.
Actually, they dated a few times when his wife was out of the country to
deliver one of their children.
On the last Thursday in September, Dapo sealed some major deal with a
politician and celebrated in style at the office. Then he spent the
Friday and Saturday at a choice hotel with one of his ladies.
He was usually at Radisson Blu or Southern Sun swapping different
girls like a pimp. On such weekends, his wife was made to believe he was
out of town on an official meeting. Girls love the good life and he
relished creating memories because money was no problem.
His driver had brought in one of his girls that weekend. He watched
as she ordered Italian cuisines pricier than they were tasty and it
didn’t mean a thing to him. He had more naira bills to spend than she
could consume in one night out, or perhaps a lifetime.
“So who cares?” he’d say to himself.
On his part, he loved seafood a great deal. A few shrimps and
lobsters and then they retired to his suite where they had sex till the
break of dawn. Often, when she was unusually satisfying in bed, like
last night, he had his driver cancel the next appointment with another
girl who ought to come in for Saturday evening.
Then he’d have a repeat performance with her till he left for home.
Bridget was his favourite girl and she alone ever really enjoyed a
‘replay’ like this. She was carefree and simple, with a crisp English
accent that gave away her London root as she is only half Nigerian. She
gave him a swell time always and maybe it explains why she wears a
$1,200 Swiss wristwatch courtesy of him, among other things.
Dapo enjoyed his time like this and rarely ever went home on weekends till Sunday morning.
It was 6:45pm on a cold Friday evening in October as the car cruised slowly on the asphalt leading into his Ikoyi apartment.
“Where are we now,” he asked his driver, still half sleepy, as the gates opened.
“We done reach house Oga,” the driver replied.
This was when it dawned on him that he had asked to be taken home as
he was so tired all he wanted was some real rest. This was one of the
rare days he came home on a Friday and his wife, Ebele, on seeing him
from the penthouse went in, undressed and entered the bath tub.
He stepped out of his black Range Rover, spent a little time playing
with the dogs as he always did whenever he came home, then entered the
house and went upstairs into the bedroom.
The sweet smell of rose fragrances and slow songs welcomed him. The
lights were really dim and the coziness in there was on point. Ebele
stepped out of the bath with a white towel around her waist, a great
pair of boobs and a warm smile as she moved closer to welcome him and
take off his jacket. He liked it, he loved what he saw, he barely came
home this early on a Friday and he hadn’t touched her in over seven
weeks.
He caught a better glimpse of her as she neared him. She smelled so
fresh and pleasurable – with her hair loosened, her massive hips, the
goose bumps on her skin and her luscious lips all looking inviting. He
wanted her. Physically he wanted to get off his pants, lift her into
himself and place her on the sofa by the corner of the bedroom and then
make really sweet love to her.
The last time it played out like that they started on the bed, and then hit the couch and ended on the floor.
On this lazy Friday evening, right before them was some spiced pepper
soup and lamb, and then salad and vintage wine as well as champagne,
all on the table. She was expecting him to pop any of the bottles open
as they let the games begin. But not today. He couldn’t get himself
firmed up for the task.
Sex with his wife had become a task, a daunting task, not because he
had lost his libido or because she had become any less an alluring
woman. She still had a trim body in spite of having two boys for him.
She still ran her business and closed shop any day and time she wanted
just to visit the spa. She still had time for herself, still looked
great and prepared home-made meals for him, among other things.
But the crux of the problem was there was nothing more to arouse him
as he had had too many sex romps with his assistant at work that what
was left of him had been taken by either of his other girlfriends.
He touched her here and there, fondled this and that, kissed her
forehead and then made for the shower. That’s more like a signal that he
still finds her attractive, that he might rouse by 2am and satisfy her
with his early morning erection.
At this point Banky W’s Strong Thing was playing, and the rhythm of
the song driving the narrative as he looked admiringly at her.
“Baby, I’m so exhausted,” he said.
She smiled and remained calm. She had become a lot calmer than she
used to be when they first got married. Then, she would trace him to the
office and many other places and throw tantrums.
These days, having given him two boys, who are mostly off till
boarding school vacates, she doesn’t feel the urge to chase him for
anything anymore. She has a multi-million naira business and is a
shareholder in two of his other ventures.
She doesn’t see the need to trace him wherever and throw any more tantrums.
In fact, she knows he is seeing other ladies on the side but she
doesn’t check his call logs or read his inboxes. She is not oblivious
but she has everything sorted for herself. She has a carefully-crafted
plan that ensures her sexual cravings are satisfied. But unlike him, she
has every reason to keep her affairs under wraps because it is a man’s
world, as far as double standards are concerned, and she knows better
than to be caught with her pants down.
*This a work of fiction and characters are drawn from the
author’s mind. Any resemblances to persons living or dead are entirely
coincidental.
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