How Being An Asshole Saved My Life

While growing up as a young kid my parents had always taught me to be a well mannnered child they would always be proud of. Much like every Nigerian child they taught me how to show a considerate amount of respect to elders, anyone who was older than me. I'll never forget those days I received strokes of the cane whenever I failed to greet elders around our neighborhood.

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To my parents you had to be that perfect child, one every other parent would want their kids to hang out with. From personal hygiene to table etiquettes, daddy and mommy were so thorough. Thanks to them, I won the award of the ‘Best Behaved’ boy in my high school. The look on their faces was worth a fortune, indeed they were so elated. Finally their son was totally on the right track to becoming a highly responsible and self sufficient adult.

Somehow, I started to believe if you did good and stayed out of trouble you'll do just fine as an adult until reality hit hard on me. Soon I learnt even if you did your best to stay of trouble there was no guarantee you'll get the life you truly deserve.

At this point I had just graduated from college and very jobless at the moment. For a consolation prize I had a girlfriend who meant the world to me, I could take a bullet for her. That may sound like a little bit of an exaggeration but I could spend my last kobo on her just to keep her happy and contented. Well, I often split my yearly scholarship fund with her on a 50:50 ratio. I believed it was ok to sacrifice for the one you love. Anita was my girlfriend for 3 years, I often fell into the ‘happy thoughts’ of making her my wife in the future. Then I was madly in love and very stupid. I woke up one day and my eyes were open to a shocking reality. I had fallen out of love, I crashed and was broken in to several shreds. My girlfriend had been screwing a close friend of mine and her sugar daddy.

Apparently, one morning I woke up as usual to take the much needed early morning piss when I realized I had this sudden peppery sensation while urinating. I have never felt anything like this before in my entire life as a man, I knew something was definitely wrong with me. Guess what, I tried to put a call across to my girlfriend Anita telling her I was in pain but her phone has been out of reach. I dare not tell my mom or my dad what I felt at the moment so I reached out to a friend who told me I'm sick, he said he suspected I had contacted an STI most probably gorrnoerhea.

There I was in my room pacing frantically from one end to the other, I couldn't phantom how on earth I ended up with an STI. As much as I could remember I had not engaged in promiscuous sex, I could count the number of times I got intimate with my girlfriend. Something was not just right and I was torn apart each time I tried to call my girlfriend who was currently unreachable as the network providers put it.

Having an STI was bad already but things looked like the were heading for the worse as I was due for a job interview which would include a medical. I had been preparing just for this job interview but it was all about going down the gutters. As my mind wondered aimless, I developed a slight fever.

My enthusiasm for the day was already half drained, I could not move on with the plans I had proposed for the day. My mind kept wondering how the hell I ended up were I was, it could have been worse I thought as I prepared to seek medical help.

At 8:25 AM I stepped out of my house walked into my street while waiting to find the next available cab, I was on my way to a private medical center. While in transit a call hit my phone, I felt reluctant to pick it up on a second thought when I looked at my phone it was Anita calling.

To be Continued…