MY STORY: I Slept With A Strange Woman
And I Nearly Died
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
Posted by foluso on August 30, 2013.
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