You know it is not immediately you drink you start feeling the effect; it takes time for the alcohol to flow in your bloodstream then it fu-Cks you up. Mrs. Williams was very much alright when she came to me, the alcohol hasn’t really gotten into her bloodstream but when she was taking me back to my place I knew the chemicals had already started functioning in her and even judging by what she has been saying she and the way she was driving, it was palpable that she was drunk.
We were few houses to my house when her car broke down, as the car was jerking like it was about to stop I thought it was the alcohol in her that was manifesting; “Mrs. Williams is everything alright?” I said with the fear of us crashing, I said it with a different voice sef.
You know when we were talking before I was talking like “You Just Gotta Love Me” (guys, you understand na, you know the difference between talking to Bae and talking to your Nigga) That was how I was talking too when before but I noticed I asked her if everything was alright with my normal voice, no forming.
If she wasn’t panicking too she would have noticed the difference in the voice, but she was too busy trying to get the car back into motion.
She was murmuring, I wasn’t really hearing what she was saying, like she was trying to figure something out, She snapped her finger like yeah! I know it. “That Nero guy didn’t fix this car! Oh Sh*t, what am I going to do now?”
What could she do? What would she do?
Taking a cab home was the best the best thing I thought she could do. She’s a very rich woman, so I thought getting one of yellow cabs for her might be degrading, might be a slap on her face, imagining the way she would sit in the car tripped me off the idea. So I said “I can get Uber to get you home”.
I thought she was going to embrace the idea, because it was Uber Black I had in mind for her, and yes I was ready to spill few thousands on her. After she told me about her marriage, I stopped seeing her as a potential cougar; I stopped seeing her as someone who I would love to exchange pleasure for money with. I started seeing her as someone who needed love and affection, care and attention.
“I don’t trust those Uber drivers, they always seem too nice” should someone being too nice be a problem? Oh, she has been drinking, since she discarded what I planned; I asked her what she was thinking. “Truth be told, I don’t really want to go home, all I do at home is just drown in sorrow and heartache,
and now that I’d be home alone I’ll probably drown in my alcohol” Truly as I heard what she said I felt strongly for her, she doesn’t even bother about looking miserable to me, the last time I saw her she was like an Angel living in Paradise, but now the paradise seems to have vanished but wait, if she doesn’t want to go home where would she go?
We were taking longer than I expected, Lola and Vanessa need to get back to their place, there’s a party going on at my place, I should be there, one wasted bastard should not go and break my Dad’s TV where will I see money to buy another one before they come back? If that happens and my Dad knows, he would burn me to death so that he wouldn’t have to spend on coffin.
I really needed to be home, I couldn’t tell Mrs. Williams to hurry up, I couldn’t call Lola and Vanessa, couldn’t tell them to leave without me, couldn’t even call my friends because I found it hard for me to tell Mrs. Williams to excuse me, I felt she needed my attention 100%.
“Is there somewhere I could pass the night around?” Is she asking if she could sleep somewhere in my street? Should I just take her to my house, Mum’s not home na, Dad too is not home, just a bunch of wasted young boys and girls. That wouldn’t be nice, my house will even scatter if I come in with her, and they will probably think my Mum came back.
I knew she wasn’t talking about my place; she was probably talking about a hotel. I can say every street in Lagos have more than 2 hotels. “There’s somewhere close-by” I said to her, it’s only few distance away, how do we get there? Trek? Calling a cab to take us there would be pure madness and also walking in my street with someone old enough to be my Mum would be dangerous if all those amebo aunties see me.
I told her we could walk there, that was the best thing to do and since it was late in the Night, nobody might see me. “Knowing that I won’t be sleeping in that house tonight makes me feel better, Please help me get my drink” She said as she was getting herself together, ready to leave the car.
As we alighted from her luxurious car that removed to move, I was holding the alcohol she gave me, I couldn’t tell her to put it in her bag because it might sound rude, so I just carried it like that. When she saw it, she snapped at me “Come on, give me that drink, why would you be carrying alcohol and walking with me, what do you want people to think?” I just smiled like it was nothing “I even forgot I was carrying something” I lied.
I didn’t notice her body before then; I was too busy thinking about many things but as I wanted to hand the bottle over to her, her curves caught my eyes, Oh damn! I’ve always been seeing her seated inside her car that was the first time I saw her standing; I still appreciating her body, every man should worship that body, it was hard to believe her husband doesn’t even appreciate it, I bet his wife is better than whoever his cheating on her with.
She kept the bottle in her bag and we continued moving. We didn’t really talk when we were going, and since the place was nearby it didn’t take forever for us to get there. The receptionist at the hotel is one girl in my street, Adeola. I just started setting her P and she said she doesn’t trust me because I’m a UNILAG boy, as she saw me with her; she looked me like I said it, he’s a bad boy.
Mrs. Williams sat down somewhere and told me to go and make enquiry, I went to meet the receptionist, “Adeola Wassup. My Aunty needs a room, she just came back from Port Harcourt and there’s a party going on at my place so I needed to bring her here, please give me the best room available” She said OK, told me the amount. “She’s calling you” Adeola said to me, Mrs. Williams must have gestured her to call me. I turned back and she signalled me to come, she had already prepared cash, looks more than the amount but I collected it, went to pay and collected the key, and kept the remaining cash in my pocket (I’ll give her later, I’m not keeping it. LOL).
At the back of my mind, I’d take her to the room, let her settle down and I’ll take my leave, and run back to my house. As we got to the room, it was a suite Adeola gave her, I turned the AC on, checked if the bathroom was alright and looked around, just to make sure she’d be alright when I leave. “Thank God tomorrow is Saturday, I don’t need to wake up early for work” She said as she lay on her back and sighed like she had a really stressful.
I didn’t know what to say about that so I kept quiet, She then called my name and said “please can you help me unbuckle my shoe” As she said this, my heart started pounding, unbuckle her shoe?
I couldn’t say No, or how do I say no to that, so I decided to help her with the shoe, as I was loosening it, she said “I actually feel somehow, I feel like I’m doing the wrong thing by not going home tonight, I feel like a Cougar – staying in a hotel with a Young Man, I should feel bad about it but it feels good, I just don’t know, it feels better than staying in the room with that man, not having my freedom, watching what to say and what not to so that I won’t be beaten but here it’s different, I could even tell you to help me remove my shoe”
She was still talking even after I removed her shoe, I was already seated, watching her, how she was talking, how she was behaving, she was sad, her emotions were killing her, to worsen the case was the alcohol. You know there’s a big difference in drinking to chill and drinking to kill your pain or sorrow.
When you drink to chill, the vibe is different, but when you drink to kill your sorrow, it comes with another different vibe that makes you miserable. If you’ve ever been drunk due to break up or heartbreak, you will understand better.
She kept talking, she kept pouring her mind, and she was getting deeper with it that she started weeping, but she was smiling as tears wear falling from her eyes. She was maudlin and I didn’t know what to do; I didn’t know what to say, I didn’t know how to soothe her,
I also didn’t know how to excuse myself, I really needed to be home.
I didn’t say anything, was still trying to figure out what to say. She just kept on talking; she probably forgot I was there. She was really talking and crying, saying what makes sense and what doesn’t, talking about when her husband used to be good, talking about how cruel and heartless he is now, she was crying and smiling (she reminded that Fela’s song ‘Suffering & Smiling). I knew she was trying to stop but she couldn’t. I was just there looking lost, trying to figure out what I’d do.