You might be wondering how I ended up with a lesbian, and the answer is that I was just unlucky.
This situation began as a joke, but until the very end, I didn’t believe it.
The issue is too serious, but I feel like I should at least explain how it began.
I drove into my compound like an FBI agent on the hunt for a robber, packed my car, and alighted.
The gentle gateman was standing akimbo, staring at me, wondering what could have dragged me into such an act.
My favourite neighbour, John, greeted me several times but received no response; his presence was not even felt.
The stairs shook uncontrollably as I marched heavily on them. I entered my room, slammed the door, and flung my bag on the dining table.
An angry bachelor like me was not expecting anyone at the time, and even if there was a consoler, a heavy punch from me would rip the consoler’s nose apart.
I kept fuming as I smacked my palms against the windows. I was left in the absurd. If the windows were humans, they would want to know the cause of my pain.
As I wobbled to lie down on my bed, my eyeballs continued to circumvolve at 180 degrees.
I couldn’t believe Becky, my lover, had been practicing lesbianism without my knowledge for years. Oh, dear me, my heart ached inside of me.
Becky and Nora were boarders at a same-sex mission school in Bauchi, Nigeria.
They have been friends up to the university level. My findings revealed that they go out at night to meet with other lesbians in a club popularly known as “The Eves.”
Becky would deceive me into thinking she had gone for a vigil with Nora and other girls.
How she prayed after sleeping convinced me that she must be a praying mother when we marry. I was so reluctant to think badly of her behaviour.
Meanwhile, I was faithful and starved myself of what I could get from other girls because I didn’t want to cheat on her.
She pleaded that our relationship should be platonic, and I accepted her conditions.
Besides, she claimed she had never known a man, so I refrained from making love with her. I was proud and complimented her virginity before my friends; I never knew I was simply goofing.
I was ignorant enough to observe that she was giving Nora and other lesbians what she had refused to give me.
However, I started suspecting Becky’s movements with Nora after I found a vibrator in her bag, though I kept my tongue sealed.
The next day, I visited Becky in her lodge and saw her touching Nora’s breasts as they walked out of the bathroom.
My visit kept me in dismay, but I also ignored what registered in my brain. I was looking for concrete evidence to persuade myself.
Becky informed me she would be having a picnic with Nora and other classmates a week after her final exam.
I made plans with Maradona, a shrewd street guy living in my neighbourhood, on how to track her.
I followed Maradona’s plans and arrived at Newton’s Hotels. My eyes saw wonders, and I was convinced.
Becky was naked on the bed with Nora, shouting, “Oh baby!” and rolling on top of each other.
They were so preoccupied that they failed to notice my presence.
They turned to kiss again and caught sight of me. They were both goggle-eyed and frozen to their marrows.
I was astounded and delighted; at the very least, I had cleared every doubt. I realised I was in love with a lesbian.
Before I caught Becky and her sex partner in a hotel room, my friends had noticed their movements. Gideon, my colleague once told me how he caught them kissing in a popular restaurant in Lagos where he was working; I ignored him and asked him not to visit my place again.
I misinterpreted his remarks as an allegation against my lover, Becky.
But how would I know he was stating the truth because my eyes have seen it?
I now realised why Gideon would always call me an “astray lover” and would always shun me whenever I professed my love for Becky.
Gideon hated her, and I wish she had stopped living.
Unlike men, women are so close and free within the same gender. Sometimes, they freely hug, peck, kiss, and touch each other’s sensitive parts all in the name of “best friend” or “bestie.”
However, some are genuinely free and are core heterosexuals.
In the same vein, sensitive men keep close eyes on their lovers to figure out if the affection they keep for fellow females is plainly surface or sexually deep.
Men should also be checked.
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