DEO'S DIARY EP 18 - MY MOM’S SUGAR BOY THAT MAKES MY CLITORIS MOVES WITH HIS GORGEOUS LOOK.

Dear diary!

Nothing in life is perfect, not me or my family.

I have gay friends, I have a crazy family and yet to some people my family is not even a definition of crazy. But I believe our imperfection is what brings us together, with touch of pretence that makes us look better than other families.

I left the house, sure of no surprises, no reason to think too much, than to sit down with my sad mother, and try to make her happy with my wry jokes and talk about the issues in the family, little did I know of what was waiting for me.

Guess who I met at the hospital? 

I've almost forgotten his existence, and he was the last on my mind anyway.

Let me take your mind back to when I was still scratching the surface of the secrets in the family, let’s flip the pages back to ‘episode seven’, Remember the sexy player guy that tickles my fancy.

Oh yes!

It was him. Collins!

My mom's sugar boy that makes my clitoris moves with his gorgeous look.

Like I've not seen enough already, I met him at the hospital, sitting next to my mother, and they were both laughing like a happy couple.

Come to think of it, my mother is like ten years older than this dude, Good lord! But Collins is sexy, charming, lovely smile that exposes his well-constructed white teeth, and his bald head is a total turn on for me, smooth and shining like the back of a watermelon.

I see why my mum can’t let go, neither was I able to get over him, I was only caught-up with too many things, I almost gave him my virginity before I discovered the dirty affair going on between him and my mother.

Seeing them together triggered some anger within me, I don’t know if its jealousy or just annoyed, but whatever it is, I hate them together. How can they look perfectly together, while I'm dying of loneliness and looking for redemption for my parents, when they had their own good fun life when they were my age.

My emotions almost took over me, but like a good girl that I love to be, I kept my cool, hug my mom, and said hello to Collins without looking at him, I saw the big surprise on his face, I don’t know what it was about, my attitude towards him or because the fact that we are meeting again after a long time in the hospital.

My mom introduced him as her friend and I was introduced as her only daughter.

Yes! I was a bit bitchy because I didn't respond very well to his greetings, I rolled my eyes and started punching the keys on my phone, there was really nothing to do on my phone, but that was why candy crush was created, and it felt like I was crushing my candy big time, he was suppose to be my candy.

There was a long silence in the room, I totally make him feel uncomfortable, and he only word that broke the silence, was him telling my mom he’s leaving.

 A part of me was happy to hear him leaving, he stood up on his long legs, and I can’t take my eyes from his egg plant saying hello to me from his tight pants, he bent and pecked my mom's cheek goodbye, and she patted his back, telling him to come check on her soon, which he agreed to by nodding his head, he turned to me and chuckled, I gave a vacant stare at him and watched him turn his back, what a boyish charm, egoistic and charismatic, his lips are to die for and I wished for a goodbye kiss instead. It was painful to watch him leave, knowing the clumsiness between us.

Oh Collins! Back to spin my head 360 degrees and make my clitoris move like a snail trying to find his way.

My mom was not happy with my attitude and she asked ‘’why I acted that way towards her friend’’, I told her I don’t like him, and why is she with him?

She laughed and told me ‘’he is just a friend and when she is ready to cheat on my dad, ‘it won’t be with someone like Collins’. He’s just a boy I took interest in; I helped him get through his school since his mother died, and he sees me as a mother figure. So if you want to get jealous for your father, it’s not yet the time’’.

 The truth is I'm not jealous for my dad, or my mom, this time it’s for myself, can’t I just do something for myself?.

After all the bickering, we both got over the whole scenario and moved on to our mother and daughter moment, it was a happy one as we talked about almost everything, she told me about other patients and I told her about my imaginary suitor. 

I made-up a story on that just not to kill the fun we are having, I told her about Hakeem...the guy that works at the bank who won’t stop asking me out, and we went on a date few days ago which was a great one, she seems happy about the story and completely bought it.

The happy moment changed when I asked my mom if there is anything I can do to fix the whole situation between my dad and her...I know my mom to be a strong willed woman (more like a stubborn mega bitch, and I'm not going to apologise for describing her the exact way she is, a Bitch with the big B meaning Bad) and sometimes it makes me not to pity her, but seeing her vulnerability these days, showed me she is only a woman (not some transgender, no offence).

Tears rolled down her eyes and she was totally silent, with her lip tightly closed, looking sadder than faces that have seen described as sad. I almost regretted asking the question, but I really need to know.

I wiped her tears with my palms, it was an emotional moment, I have never felt like this or be in this kind of state with her, my eyes was filled with tears too, and it took all the strength in me to hold it back. My mom in her right mind won’t shed a tear or allow me to touch her face with my hands, (there are a thousand germs on your hands, so you can’t touch her face with it) but here we are, a crying mother and a consoling daughter. The emotional minute ended and I just want to tell her to suck it in because she is a strong woman, but before I could think of the right word to say to her, she snapped out of it.

She told me how much she loved, and still love my dad, I can feel the trueness and sincerity in her voice, ‘’her eyes lit when she mention love for my dad and it was like there was an invisible fan somewhere that is blowing her hair as she was talking, and I thought to myself my Diva Mama’’

She said ‘’she is not happy about her decision to divorce my dad, ‘but the truth is your father is suddenly a dog’ and he is not even good at being one, because ‘he shits every where I can see it, and I end up cleaning up the mess’, each time he cheats on me, it comes back with a drama’’.

She sighed, and continued...

‘’There was a woman who claimed to have HIV and has slept with your father without protection, although we both tested negative; but we are still waiting for the window period.

Like that was not enough, there was another woman that threatened to post naked pictures of your dad with her if we don’t pay her, I paid her with my own money because your father had put all his cash in some business that time and it was millions.

Now it’s another woman with sex video with your father, then a gay story, can you imagine my husband sleeping with another man?

What does he really want?

Deola tell me, what am I to do?, for the past five years all I do is clean your father’s mess, and yet he doesn't treat me like his wife, he claims to love me more than himself but all he does is to hurt and disrespect me.

As much as I want to be with him, I'm tired of being hurt. I can’t be living my life thinking what your father is doing, who is about to blackmail him, if he’s using protection or sleeping with the boy next door. If he can’t get a grip, then I can’t keep being the victim ’’.

I felt her pain and anger, and I really don’t understand what happened to my dad.

Why five years ago?

Truly five years ago everything was great except the fact that I was crushing on my father...not anymore though, so I'm not the only crazy one.

I was happy knowing that nothing sexual is going on between my mom and Collins, but I still want to be in total control of the situation, Collins might end up being my mom's boy-toy if I don’t start making sure he doesn't end up as that now, the thought of it is gross, but I will make sure it doesn't happen.

I need to talk to father as soon as possible and speak sense into him, he really needs to stop playing the victim now, except if there is more I'm yet to know on his own side.

I really had fun with my mom; we talked about a lot of things, so much for mother and daughter bonding. She wants me to start getting involved with her business; so once I finish my masters I can join her company as the young boss, I can’t wait. I know my future is bright, and I'm going to be controlling many things.

Later that day I got a message from Collins, asking if we could meet.

You think I said no?

Well I need to keep my frienemies close, and it was a Yes! 

We’re meeting next weekend, it seems like a date, and I could really use one now.

 It’s ok to be a bitch, said my mom some years ago.

DEO'S DIARY, EP17...MOM'S DIARY!

Dear diary,

 I know it’s been a while! A long while!

The truth is, so much has happened, and at the end of the day it boils down to penning it on you, even though I wish not to put it down or talk about it...with who anyway?.

So much for a family drama, and for the hatred of Satan, Bloody Hell!

I hated it, and I still hate it!

I feel depressed, defeated, crazy, and stupid like an annoying inquisitive bitch! Think of all the names to call me, and I will answer.

Picking from where I stopped, I'm certain, I don’t need to replay the past pages, we both know what has been happening....which was a lot.

‘Sometimes we tell some lies, believing we are saving the one we love, forgetting the hurt and that comes with it, when the truth comes out’.  Actually the cat is out of the bag, and it’s no fun for me knowing that my faultless father is a pathetic liar, he lied to my face many times without blinking, and lit-up his stunning devilish compelling smile and I just believed it...without a single doubt.

It was a bright Saturday morning, the sun came out pretty early; I looked through my window and saw different people from the neighbourhood jogging up and down, single, double, groupies. What caught my eye more, was a fat woman with timber looking legs, struggling with her stocky -self and that didn't stop her from wearing a short, and a blue tank-top, I can tell she was tired but she kept on with her run. I wonder what kept her going, someone of her size; usually give up quick.

She knew she has a problem and not ready to stop, no matter how long it takes her, I’m certain she will rather die exercising to get rid of her extra skin, than sit somewhere acting ‘I love me the way I am’.

It was an eye-opener for me. My family has a problem and I won’t stop until I solve it.

I don’t know how to pray, but I’m damn sure at this point, I need Jesus! So I whispered some words of prayer, and pronto!

My prayer was answered by my merciful creator, ‘’what a merciful God we serve!’’

The miracle was a call from my mom, asking me to come keep her company for the day. That’s not suppose to be a miracle, but since my mom was hospitalised she has never sounded so happy nor asked me to come and keep her company, I was sure it’s going to be a lovely day, with more unravelled secrets to bring the family back to normal or burn it totally to the ground... perfect!

She told me to check her closet for her nail polish box, and bring it along. That totally set my curiosity on fire, because the last time I painted my mom’s nails, we talked for hours, and every minute spent on each finger or toe, is for a new topic; and I imagined some of the topics of discussion like ‘‘I’m divorcing your father, HIV, yada yada’’!

Finding a nail-polish box in this (secret) house, was harder than Deo finding a boyfriend , I practically scattered my mom’s room and this box was yet to be found, {everything just have to be hidden in my family, including a nail polish!}.

But instead of finding this mystery nail-polish box, my eyes caught this shimmering blue-back covered book, I gave it a closer look, and it was a diary... my mom’s diary!

Immediately! My curiosity awakens! ‘’Like a desperate vampire standing next to a pulsating jugular vein of its prey’’. I flipped it open, and the first page headline reads...

“The sad Hawaii holiday, and was dated 27/06/2015’’

I jumped to the first paragraph, carefully reading through every line, I could feel the hurt as I picture the whole scenario in my head.

And in the diary she wrote...

‘’Dear diary,

It was suppose to be a fun, re-bonding holiday for my handsome husband and I, after a huge blackmail drama.

Every day, it seems like I don’t know who this man (my husband) is any more. He was a sweet liar, and now a rootless cheater!

I surfed the internet for where to get the best wine and some sex toys in Hawaii. My plan was to rekindle our love and investing in great spontaneous sex; this was a perfect thought, meant to be a surprise. I had sneaked out of the hotel early to get all this sex toys from the address I got, thanks to Google.

 And yes! The woman in me took over, I got to the first shop, then the second  and it turns out to be a shopping spree, by the time I satisfied my shopping desire, I had spent three hours, even though I was supposed to be gone for just thirty minutes.

Well, I got few interesting things, and thanks to Anna, ‘the American lady at the sex toy shop’, I learnt new sexual tricks, and I believe I got the best lingerie and long fur jacket, ‘according to Anna’s plan’.

She advised I wear the lingerie from her shop and covered it up with just the fur Jacket, wasn’t too comfortable for me (it felt like I was naked) but I've seen it on TV and at this moment, I’m on fire and ready to burn in love just as seen on screen. I was looking forward to some brash crazy sex.

With my vintage wine that cost me a lot of dollars, and my expensive hot pink lingerie, covered with the fur jacket a lot of Bears had to die for, I headed back to the hotel room ‘feeling like Julia Roberts in pretty woman’.

The plan was to have my husband open the door and I will push him hard to the bed. “while he is wondering what is going on, I will order him to get the wine opened and before he comes back, I’ll take off the fur jacket, and spray some whip cream on my belly button, and order him to come lick it off when he shows up”.

The smile on my face was definitely priceless, the elevator divided open, and I walked majestically to the room door, ready to unleash the sexiness in me as planned.

After few knocks, the door was opened, but it wasn't my husband, it was a Spanish room cleaner, I was angry, but I kept my cool, I asked for my husband and he told me my husband called for the room to be cleaned, he stepped out for him to do his work.

This was why I don’t like surprises, you end up shocking yourself.

Right in my disappointment, the unimaginable happened, the Spanish cleaner looked at me and mumbled ‘loca de su marido está en el cuarto con el modelo de la diversión, la piedad’ Meaning (your husband is in room 4 with the model having fun, pity!)

Not knowing I understand Espanola.

At first it was like a joke, but later it hit me, there was this tall back lady that was all over my husband at the beach the night we arrived, without being suspicious, I headed for the room 4, strongly believing it was pathetic of me to believe I will find him there.

Terrified and guilty, I knocked on room four, a husky voice that is definitely not my husband answered,

Who is there!?

I answered in a changed voice ‘room service’, (that has always been the response anyway).

The man mumbled in a language I don’t understand, and after few seconds a half-naked white man opened the door, he looked at me, and I stood there, confused and ashamed.

After few seconds he asked ‘what I wanted?’

I was about to say ‘sorry’, when I heard a soft feminine voice, sarcastically said in an ‘African accent‘ who is there honey, let her join us for the part, then I heard a laughter, that reminds me of my husband, I can’t miss that laugh, I forced my way in, and on the king-size bed, was my husband, naked, looking charming but was later ruined at my presence, with a black lady, she has a pretty smile, not very beautiful, but her cheek bone was perfect.

 They have been engaging in a lot of sexual activities. Half filled bottles of bourbon beside the bed, and three glasses all below half filled, lots of dead cigarette in the ashtray, what a lovely threesome.

I was gone for three hours in Hawaii on our second night, what will happen if I didn't come at all?.

We boarded the next flight to Nigeria and through-out our flight the only thing that was resounding in my head was ‘the sound of my husband’s laughter, it sounds so familiar, and yes! It was exactly like the first day we met’.

Was I over-reacting?

I don’t know how I forgave him, but I would love to believe that I did.

I’m not going to tell a soul, but writing it down, was a great relief to my soul, it was a big weight, and I will carry it for a very long time.

I am not planning to cheat on him, but I came back from Hawaii with a black dildo, it’s been secretly helping.’’

I have flipped through about five pages and I can’t move to the next one any more, now it all makes sense to me. My mom’s boy toy, the dildo, the secret house...everything!

Apparently, I'm not the only one with a diary, mom has one, God help me dad has one too, and I can’t wait to read!

That’s all she wrote, the other pages were blank.

Maybe she has another diary somewhere that will reveal more secrets. I searched everywhere but nothing was found. You only find them when you’re not looking!

Funny! The nail-polish box was on my mom’s desk, it was another miracle, I didn’t like what I found, but it helps me to know where to start the mending of this broken family.

My day continued with the journey to the hospital to see my mom.

It was a day to remember, a lot was heard!

My mission (to save my parents marriage) seem to be getting harder each day, I don't know about other secrets they are keeping, at least now I'm sure that dad is the big devil!

 This Episode is Dedicated to Sley, on your 1000th birthday Jan. 27.  You're such a wonderful Fan!!!