Why Won't She Have Sex?. Kehinde Anita Mokwenyei

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      Rita’s anger evaporated. “Wendy, you don’t have to do that. Roland came here last weekend and the weekend before. It’s only fair that I call to change the venue for our meeting. You can use these foodstuffs to cook for Charles. I’ll meet Roland elsewhere.”

      Wendy hugged Rita, grinning from ear to ear. “Thank you so much. You’re the best roommate ever.”

      Rita smiled and teasingly continued, “I know, right? Imagine if you had a roommate like, Sarah, the Church girl.”

      Aghast, Wendy paled. “Please don’t curse me. Her moral beliefs would have pushed me to pack up and leave or worse still, commit suicide.”

      Rita’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. She had met Sarah a couple of times and even if she did find the damsel a little strange, she didn’t think she was that bad. “Wow! Somebody’s getting touchy.”

      Wendy relaxed. “Don’t get me wrong. She’s one of my best friends and I love her but I can’t live with her. She’ll kill me with her preaching. For one, I won’t be able to invite my boyfriend over for the night because she wouldn’t agree to sleep out and I’ll end up almost suffocated. She’s so rigid, all the time. Once she gets it into her head, that something is wrong, it’s really difficult, if not impossible to get her to do otherwise.”

      Rita swung her leg to the couch in a more relaxed manner. “But on a serious note, your friend is missing out on a lot of fun. I mean she’s a twenty-three- year-old virgin, that’s weird. Who would want to have her as a girlfriend?”

      Wendy nodded sympathetically. “I know, right? But there’s nothing I can do about it, she’s strong headed.”

      Rita laughed then picked up her phone to call to Roland. As usual, he sounded very excited to hear from her. His love for her made her very happy but somehow, it lacked the strength needed to make her tremble with guilt for cheating on him with her boss. Maybe the problem wasn’t that his love was weak, maybe it was her morals that were. In her mind’s eye, her boss was option B. Peradventure, if Roland parted ways with her, she’d have someone to fall back on, just like the maids in her home had become substitute parents whenever her parents travelled for weeks on evangelical duties. In tune with his understanding nature, he wasn’t upset when she told him they couldn’t meet in her room as planned because Wendy had a date with Charles there. “Alright, that’s not a problem, we can spend the weekend in Sheraton Hotel.”

      Rita pressed the phone closer to her ear. “Honey, that’s a five-star hotel”

      “Yes and you should be thrilled.”

      Rita frowned. She loved the good things of life, she really did. Somehow, they gave her the value she had always craved for, but more than any earthly pleasure, she was enamoured with phones, expensive ones. “You seem to have forgotten that last week I asked you for money to buy a phone and you said you were broke.”

      Now, Roland sounded stressed. “Yes, Baby. I’ve bought you four different and expensive phones in six months and the one you’re using now is perfectly fine. I got it for you three weeks ago, so why do you want a new one for goodness’ sake?”

      “The fact that I want it should be enough for you, that’s what love is all about. I thought we agreed you’ll fulfil your duties as a boyfriend by meeting my every need.”

      “That’s the problem, this is not a need. You’ll survive without a new phone.”

      Rita rolled her eyes, not believing that Roland was capable of denying her something important to her, “So, in essence, you won’t get me a new phone, is that it? Let all my friends use the latest phone while I use something three weeks old”

      “Fine, I’ll give you the money for a new phone but that means, we’ll have to spend the weekend in my house. Also, I must warn you, my mother is around so you must behave yourself.”

      Rita screamed inwardly. She wasn’t ready to spend an entire weekend with Roland’s mother yet. “It’s better we go to Sheraton. You can get me a new phone any other time.”

      “Hmmm, you’ll like to live with me forever someday but you can’t spend one weekend with the woman who raised me.”

      “Honey, it’s not like that, even though I’ve not yet met your mother, I already love her and hopefully we’ll meet soon. I’m not just ready.”

      “Okay, I understand. I love you.”

      “I love you too.”

      Rita smiled as she ended the call. In her own way, Roland was really important to her. Her phone beeped again and this time, it was a message from her mom, asking that she spend the weekend at their home in Abeokuta, Ogun State. She sighed as she informed Roland of the latest development via text message. Hurriedly, she packed some of her clothes into a box. Of course, she packed only decent attires. Mom would be disappointed to see anything else. Quickly, she cleaned her dust coated bible and kept it in her box. That would make dad impressed. She came from a long line of evangelists and prayer warriors.

      She looked round to make sure she wasn’t forgetting anything then left the apartment with Wendy who insisted, she’d see her off. The terrible traffic on the way made the journey stressful. The word out was that the government had contracted the road construction to a popular company in Nigeria. Nobody had an inkling on the number of months the so called construction company intended to use in fixing the road. Six months had slipped by and the work at best seemed to be moving at a snail’s speed. The bad road made jaunting a nightmare. Rita got home exhausted but when she saw her mother sitting serenely with her eyes fixed on her bible, she smiled. She didn’t get what her mother found so interesting about the bible but again, maybe it contained the secret to her mother’s good looks. Every time she saw her mother, she looked like she was aging backwards, even the slight wrinkles here and there exuded strength instead of old age. When her mother looked up from the bible, Rita immediately regretted leaving her camera behind. The joy in her mother’s eyes could only be explained visually. Mrs. Macaulay closed her bible, kept it a corner of the chair and drew her into a tight hug. “My good daughter, how are you?”

      Rita kept smiling. She was her mother’s only daughter. She wondered why her mother always used the word ‘good’ to qualify her even when in reality she was far from that but to be sincere, mom didn’t suspect her daughter had gone bad and she intended to keep it that way. “Mom, I’m great. I’ve missed you.”

      Mr. Macaulay called out from inside. “Aha, my little pumpkin is back. Won’t you come inside and greet your father?”

      During Rita’s early childhood days, she had been in awe of her father. He was hardly ever around but when he was, he was like a cool celebrity. Everybody trooped in to see him. She felt honoured to be blessed with his presence and listened keenly to the tales of his sojourn.

      Rita hurried to the room and curtsied. “Good afternoon sir”

      He closed the book he had been reading on love and marriage. “Good afternoon my angel, how are you?”

      Rita wasn’t surprised to see her dad reading a love book. This wasn’t the first time he was doing that. “Very fine sir.”

      Mrs. Macaulay stood by the doorway. “How was the journey?”

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