I am a womaniser or should I say, I love women a lot
and I could do anything to sleep with any beautiful
girl.
I was always after all the girls in my class when I was in
school; and you know, I always attracted them by the way I
moved stylishly and lavishly spent money on them.
Girls were all around me and I could choose whoever I wanted
at anytime. On a fateful day, one of my friends came to invite
me to a birthday party, I dressed gorgeously and followed him
knowing that I was going to make a ‘new catch, if not
catches’ so to say.
When we got to the party, I made myself so conspicuous that
it didn’t take time before girls started milling around me. I
forgot to tell you that I am quite lanky and attractive.
After partying for some time, I retired with one of my new
girls to a nearby hotel which we hired for the night.
As usual, we slept together but that was all I could remember.
What do you expect of someone like me? I was so drunk and
tired and the way I even managed to sleep with her that night
was a mystery. I guess when you are used to something; you
can even do it in the grave.
The following day when I woke up, the lady of the night
before was nowhere to be found. I dismissed the thought of
her as I used to do about other girls and went ahead to get
myself prepared to go home not knowing something had gone
wrong.
It was when I was about leaving the hotel that I discovered I
was not feeling well; I could barely walk and my limbs were
shaking. I called my friends and they immediately came to my
rescue and rushed me to the hospital for treatment.
I could not explain what happened to me; but all I knew was
that I felt empty within me and I knew I was dying gradually.
What could be the cause of my illness as it was not the first
time I would go to a hotel with a lady? The doctors could not
find anything wrong with me; all they said was that I needed
some rest when right within me, I knew I was dying.
I tried to explain to one of the doctors and he later sent me
for a blood test which revealed virtually nothing and it was
after that I became scared because of the way I was
feeling, I didn’t know how a doctor could say I was okay.
After two weeks in the hospital, without any improvement,
the doctors invited my parents and advised them to take me
home to find solution to my illness as it was beyond orthodox
medicine.
Hence, my father asked me series of questions which I didn’t
answer candidly. I knew I was dying, but at least, there are
some things you dare not tell your parents.
My parents spent so much money on this illness, after I was
discharged from the hospital; they took me to a traditional
medical practitioner.
The man told my parents to leave while he asked me certain
questions which I decided to answer, when it was obvious
that I was dying. He asked if I knew the girl I slept with at the
hotel that night and I said I didn’t.
That was when he told me I had slept with a ritualist who had
probably taken something out of my system to use for her
ritual purposes.
I was shocked and I couldn’t speak but when I did, I asked the
herbalist if there was any remedy for my problem. He said he
would try his best, he also asked if I didn’t mind if he consulted
his oracle on my behalf because my parents are Christians
who would not allow such things.
Since they were not there, I asked him to do anything to make
me get better. Well, to cut a long story short, he tried his best
with herbs, but he would not tell me what my illness was. I am
alive today to tell the story and I have mended my ways. Since I
got well, I never went after any lady. This story is not a
fiction; it happened to me in reality and it was God that saved
me.
Tope.
Source: Nigerian Tribune
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