... "the sweeter you treat her, the longer you will keep her."
That had always been my notion when it came to relationships, a notion which was even strengthened when I met Dellish;my Delicious Dellish and a paragon of beauty indeed. She was in the company of her friends when I first saw her in the Law auditorium, and her musical laughter rang like an echo in the grand Hall.
I must talk to this girl- I commissioned myself, playing the dual role of principal and agent at the same time. But when her friends suddenly left and the opportunity availed itself, something very strange happened.
A young man whom I later learned was called Michael had walked up to her, his voice sounded quite harsh and his approach; crude and rude at the same time. She looked quite calm but the next thing I knew, he pulled her by the arm aggressively and with that aggression pulled her out of the hall. That was strange but even more strange was the fact that no body moved. This is unbelievable! I said with clenched teeth as I got up abruptly but was immediately restrained by my Friend Paul "do not meddle, that's her boyfriend" he said whispering into my ears.
I sat down as his tight grip on my arm was becoming an "undrying" well of discomfort and I needed to surrender. "so... Because that animal is her boyfriend, it is OK for him to hurt her?" I said to my friend in protest. He shook his head before replying
"the guy is dangerous, and as you know, pretty girls are nothing but trouble" he said clearly referring to my ex Lola and the hell she had put me through. I shook my head slowly as I turned to acknowledge the lecturer who had just walked in.
But the next time I met Dellish, I was almost certain that our relationship was fatal. I had gone to study at the Moremi library and taken the east wing exit while she took the West Wing exit, thus we almost bumped into each other at the lobby which was like "the Kogi" in the meeting point of river Niger and Benue.
I immediately grabbed the opportunity to talk to her, and to cut the long story short "she was too nice and polite for a pretty girl", no element of unwarranted pride or "talkativeness". And my obsession with the angel gradually blossomed into love.
The next time I saw Michael manhandling her; as it was no secret that he treated her like an object. I fought with him- oh! Excuse my French, fighting is for two people of equal strength, what I meant was... I beat the hell out of him. An act which was the talk of the whole school for the rest of the session.
But that wasn't the best part, the best part was that, Dellish like a lioness;who goes only for the stronger male chose me to be her new Boo, and that "gat me high" like I drank a very strong local gin.
Our romantic relationship blossomed, not until a few weeks later when my delicious Bae started acting weird and almost every show of affection I extended towards her seemed to irritate her, but I did not falter, in fact, I became sweeter and would play a romantic song for her in the morning, wrap my arms around her in the cold mornings of the harmattan and would even kiss her when she felt distant but all I got was...
"Deji, turn off the player my head is aching", "Deji I am not in the mood for kisses right now", "Deji, stop wrapping your arms around me I'm feeling really hot"... And I'm thinking (haba! Even in this harmattan cold!)
She was getting really distant, and was costing me my happiness in the process. I told some of my friends about it and they advised me to leave her.
"you are a fresh boy o! And half the girls in our dept are crazy about you, leave the ugly mammy water jor!"
I listened to all they had to say but letting go wasn't that easy, infact, letting go was not an option. But things soon grew worse with Dellish, she was beginning to act like a werewolf under transition and for a moment I felt that maybe, Michael was justified in giving her his fist.
On the holidays I took her to a very cool hotel in Calabar and when it was noon, I took her to a romantic restaurant to have lunch but as soon as I took a 5 minutes trip to the bathroom, on my return my girlfriend had already replaced me with another guy, I was pissed!
I pulled her out to the car, after which I drove straight to the hotel room and that was where the verbal combat began. We exchanged a cross fire of insults and that was when I realised that Dellish was Devlish. She soon looked me in the eyes and called me and I quote "a weak pussy ass Nigga". Which immediately earned her two remarkable slaps across the face afterwhich I locked her up in the room and went to the nearest bar to drown my sorrows.
I knew the relationship was over, especially after I had slapped her, I also realised that our romantic getaway was over too, thus I manned up and went back to the hotel room to get my things and head back home to Lagos. But as soon as I opened the door with the key card, I met another surprise. Dellish hugged me and uttered the words "baby I'm sorry".
I was confused, did I slap the demons that were holding her captive out of her? She held onto me and even wrapped my own arms around her waist. And that was when the truth dawned on me...
When Michael was ill- treating her, it was regarded as ill- treatment by every body but her. That was her own definition of romance, she felt that when a guy does that, then he is a real man. Of course I really loved her, thus by all means I became a violent lover and it brought us closer and closer.
But when the slaps I normally give her began to leave marks on her beautiful body, I got tired. I love this girl and I don't want to end up killing her... "it's OK Bae, Hit me a little harder this time" she would say ...
... I love her, I can't leave her, I can't continue doing this either. I'm so confused...
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