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gh0sts:
Mood swing destroyed my relationship. It may sound ridiculous. But up until then, even I didn't know it had the power to do that. I'm a very jovial and happy person. But when I get like that, it's always awful. I completely ignore people, phone calls and I hate everything that tries to bring me out of that foul mood. I bask in the mood as a reptile bask in the heat of the sun. It comes once in the month, and sometimes last for two days. Just right before my aunt flow visits. I always try as much as possible to avoid human contact, so I don't spoil whatever relationship I have. It works for me that way. And once I go back to my happy self, everybody is welcome back into my life.

I remember when I told my friend I had a boyfriend. It was on WhatsApp messenger. She sent a long ' hahahahahaha ' accompanied with the ' laughing, teary faced ' emoji. And honestly told me it will never work because my demons won't let it. Although, I found her message to be a little bit exaggerated, I wasn't angry. She knows about how complicated my relationship life was. I laughed with her and told her I was serious about this one. True to it, I had resolved in my mind to make this one work.

After a lot of excuses, Bass finally agreed to visit me from Jos as promised. To say I was excited was an understatement. I cleaned, arranged and cook. Such that by the time I was done, my house was sparkling with a delicious aroma.
I waited. It seemed like forever, how coming. I slept off. Woke up, read, surfed the Internet. Whenever I hear the sound of bike stop outside my gate, I jump to my feet and peep through my window. My shoulder falls in disappointment every time I saw somebody else come in.
When I finally saw him walk in. I had to use every single strength in me to restrain myself from dashing out of my room and flinging myself at him. I stood by my door and waited for his knock. It took a million years.
I threw myself in his embrace. He lifted me and I wrapped my long slender legs round his waist. Time stopped. We were frozen...when he finally dropped me, his lips locked mine in a kiss. We kissed like our survival depended on it.

The weekend was made even more relaxing by his presence. I was with him and nothing else in this world mattered. By Sunday, we planned to go out in the evening, get some alcohol and get wasted together. A perfect plan.

We visited Lanle first. I watched how two of them bonded. Two of my most favorite persons in Langtang. As we met other corpers as we strolled, my smile was broader, touching from ear to ear with pride. As they greeted us with that knowing smile or look. We got our carton of Don Simeon. That was when everything went downhill..
My mood swung. I was smiling anymore, or happy. I just wanted to go home and sleep. The night wasn't fun anymore. The more I tried to be happy, the more I sunk. I told Bass I needed to go home. He was clearly confused. I didn't care about his confused look. It was like a demon possessed me. I was mean and bitter for no reason. I could still feel all the love I have for Bass, the happiness about him being there. I could feel them all, but it was like they were in a fare place, a place I couldn't reach.
When we finally got home, he wanted to go charge his tab at a store close to my house because there wasn't light. Immediately, I was cold and didn't want to go with him...but I knew it was devil. We waited till is was 9pm, when they turn off the generator. As we walked back, I made the wrong move. I had not seen Wells since Saturday and I decided to stop by to see him. I asked if he'd like to come, but he refused. He went home, while I went to see Wells.

NEPA finally restored light. I asked what he'd eat, struggling with myself to come out of that mood. I wanted to be happy for him. Although, I was grateful he was there, I didn't bother acknowledging it. He said, I should bother as he was going to prepare the Noddle's. I was happy, opportunity to sleep, I thought. I knew, by morning I'd be out of that foul mood. I sat down and took some of the alcohol. Fixed my ear piece in my ear and slept of off listening to music.
I woke up by 3am and saw him sleeping on the floor. I immediately woke him up and asked that he slept on the bed. I knew he was pissed. I had behaved badly. I should have apologized in the conventional way. But it's me we are talking about...I instead asked that we watch a movie together. Maybe then we could take our alcohol. He refused. That was it...he recounted everything I did. I could tell he was hurt. I apologized a million times. I was so sorry. Somehow, we ended up sleeping.

I woke up to him folding his things. I looked at him and said nothing. But when he picked up the towel, I knew something was up. I asked if he was leaving, he said no. He always takes his bath early, so I just assumed...
That wasn't true. He came out of the bathroom, wore his clothes, picked he bag and told me he was going back to Jos. That wasn't our plan, so I started apologizing again. He didn't care. I could tell he wasn't going to bulge. But, I wasn't just going to let him go without at least trying. He told me I didn't care about him, that I didn't love him. He didn't want me to hurt him like his ex did. ( that was because I went to see Wells). I told him I didn't want Wells, it was he I wanted. That did nothing to solve the issue. I tried to kiss him, maybe it will make him rethink. But, he didn't let me. It's was then I realized I had been crying. I sat on the floor, close to my door...u thought maybe, he wouldn't have the courage to walk out on me seeing me like that...he left. I laid on my bed and cried. Then I felt, I should try some more. I called him and begged Jim to turn back. Instead, he asked that I came out. I wore my glasses, maybe it'll hide my teary eyes. I met him up. And begged some more. I offered to carry his bag back. When I noticed he'd not change his mind. I suggested to follow him to Jos. He refused. Instead, he asked that I followed him to the road, where he'd get a taxi...ehn, so I'll cry alone back to my house? I turned and headed back to my house.

The hurt I felt was beyond this world. I blamed myself. I laid on my bed and cried. I saw the Don Simeon and I drank from it. I drank more and more. Until I slept of. Even the dream world was affected by the alcohol. It was spinning and unbalanced. I woke up and drank more. School was already cancelled for me. I didn't eat or bath. I just drank, cried and slept. I didn't know I was capable of hurting. I didn't open my door to anybody that knocked. In texted him, called, sent WhatsApp messages. I was like one of those girls in those romantic movies we all hate. Those weak girls that cried because of a man, that always make me hiss loudly. I had become them and I hated myself.

Lanle came in the evening from work after she had heard my voice when she called. She didn't know what was happening. I would have done the same thing if I was her. I would have even snickered. But now I was the one going through the ridiculous moment. She begged me to bathe, to eat, to just talk. I didn't move. What use was bathing or eating or talking when my chest hurts so much. She was surprised that I had finished the carton of Don Simeon. I didn't get enough sleep that night.Tuesday was just as useless as Monday...
It was the first time I experienced that. It wasn't a fun thing to experience. I was hurt and blamed myself. Bass on the other hand didn't thought I was over reacting. Because, he didn't break up with me. Just gave me space...smh, like I asked for space.

gh0sts:
To understand how I really felt about Bass, you need to listen and understand the lyrics of Camila Cabello's song 'never be the same'. He was an addiction for me. For someone that has never been in love. I was completely smitten. His talk, his laugh, his reasoning, his cool demeanor. By then we were already sharing secret jokes. How can one person make me feel so good. He was my personal brand of weed. I was high. I was happier, I laughed louder. I understood the lyrics to songs better. I listened to them and they spoke to me. The moon shone brighter. My sleeps were more peaceful...no more nightmare. I woke up every morning with a whole new zeal. I even talked to people I didn't like...I was in love and hate wasn't in my vocabulary.

Wells came with our stream two and needed accommodation. There was a spare room in our compound and I suggested he took it. He had come over to check the house. Everything was good. Somehow, he took a room in the compound next to ours because his PPA had asked that he waited because they had a place for him. He didn't like the place. But then someone else had taken the room. That didn't stop Wells from visiting. The guy that took the room was his friend and so it was the perfect excuse to visit. I knew he liked me. But, it was different this time. I didn't care, I liked someone else. That didn't stop me from being friends with Wells though. We strolled alot, with his friend though. Visiting the family house was a routine. Every evening we'd go there to hang out with the corpers in the house. And the more we did that, the closer we got. His PPA at NTA langtang was only operational at night and that way, he always left his laptop with me. He even gave me a spare key to his house. And he'd always suggest movies that I'd watch, since I was lagging behind in the movies area. That way we always discussed about them when we see the next day.
Bass had come to visit one day and saw Wells with his friend. He told me he didn't like him. I didn't understand him. But I could tell he was insecure and to me it was the sweetest thing ever. In my exact word, I explained to him that it was he I wanted and not Wells. That did nothing to calm him.
We had a football match between batch B and A. We had all planned to go. So when Bass came over, I convinced him to join us to the field.

When he called later that night, he wasn't too happy. He had told me I completely forgot he existed the moment Wells was there. Pointed out things I had done. I apologized and we moved on. From there it was a downward spiral. One thing or another came up causing us to fight. We were supposed to be in our honeymoon phase. But it wasn't anything as sweet as honey.

Everyday it got closer to when he'd pass out. And everyday I felt like it was ending soon. We weren't going to see for a long time...a really long time. And though we tried to console ourselves with a lot of promises. We both knew that it was ending soon. I got hit hard. I had just opened myself, exposing my emotions, breaking down those walls I had built. And now I didn't know how I was going to accept reality. We didn't see much towards his passing out.

Handover was going on. Old CLOs were handing over to new ones. Old papas were handing over to new ones. I had gone to the NCCF hand over on that evening. I had gone really early because I needed to also go to the catholic hand over. Wells was going to be the new papa and I wasn't going to miss that.
I got to the Catholic church were the hand over was going to take place. The confusion on my face was more than obvious, when I heard Flavor's song singing from the speakers. I couldn't understand if it was the hand over or someone's party. That night was crazy. Beers were served, secular music blared from the speakers. People heard what was happening and alot of them left the NCCF handover for Catholic. After taking few bottles of beer, I forgot it was supposed to be a church thing...well not just me. The handover turned to mini club, with people dancing, drinking and shouting at the top of their voices.

We got home late. Wells walked me to my as we discussed. I was talking frantically about all the shits that happened at the hand over. I didn't expect the kiss. It was fast and before I could say Bass, his tongue was down my throat. I wasn't lucid enough to quickly assimilate what was happening and somehow I was on my mattress, with Wells ontop of me. It was then I got the restraint and I had strength to push him of. And the only thing I could say was, ' I have a boyfriend'. I kept repeating it, still very tipsy. He apologized and blame it on the alcohol. I politely asked that he left. I immediately called Bass after that. I was so sorry it had happened. Weather tipsy or not. But I wasn't stupid enough to tell Bass...after all, he warned me about it.

Bass passed out the next day. I met him at the secretariat. I was both hungover and sad. He was going to be with me the entire day before travelling the next day. When he cancelled for some reason I can't remember. My sadness increased. I went home and took the only thing that helps me when I get like that...after taking my last stash of MJ. I slept off. He came later in evening. And the entire time I wished he'd stay and not leave. He promised to be in Jos till December so we'd spend sometime before finally separating.

To be continued...

Sent4rina:
Senior man, Ghost is hitting it hard, am really enjoying myself here i must confess.

Bro service year was interesting and fun filled. I hope you enjoy your station as well? How is life after service?

It's gud to hear from you my padi.

Seunfunmi18:
Ghost. This is now getting interesting, lemme get a refill asap. Hit like, if you think she ought to tell us more about the sex acts.

Heineken:
lol great bro. We na 2014 set. You?

Heineken:
Very correct. I graduated from university of Jos. That state is blessed....