EPISODE 2 – A NEW WORLD

Welcome to Episode 2 of GEEBEE’s TRIP. However I would beg your permission to talk a little on Barack Obama. Now I guess bumight is gonna scold me again especially since I spent half of the last episode of GEEBEE’s TRIP talking about Obama. Somehow, talking about this wonder boy seems pretty irresistible. The new gist now is some strange assumption that Barack might just be something more than what so many of us think he is. Now most of us see him as the new ‘wind of change’ blowing all over America and all over the world, but still some people have begun to see him as some thing else. Recently, some dude suggested that this man might just be the much awaited ‘Antichrist.’

Now you can imagine how scared I was by that gist, especially since this guy had become a god of some sort to me. Now, does that mean I had been indirectly paying allegiance to some supposed ‘antichrist’ without knowing what I had been doing? I wondered. Now I wouldn’t want anyone to take me on my words especially since I didn’t start peddling this strange rumour. I decided to dig a little deeper into the foundation of this rumour and all I heard was that there was a strong sign portending the possibility of the new President-elect being the Antichrist. Someone even went as far as quoting the Bible and saying stuff like the antichrist would be acceptable to the whole world without any knowledge of the new leader’s true person. Now if we will be truly honest to ourselves, Obama’s rise to fame has been somewhat spectacular and the general acceptance by people all over the world of this ‘mulato’ speaks volumes. Maybe we need to pray to God to open our eyes and give us the direction we need. Nevertheless, I still love Barack Obama, antichrist or not! I did a poem for him (right side of this page. Crazy but hope y'all like it.)

In the last episode of GEEBEE’s TRIP, I spoke about my decision to come to Lagos to stay with my dad and his new wife, Cyan. Hard as it seemed, I had to make the decision and I found myself on my way to Lekki, Lagos. On arrival, Cyan proved to be the good woman she had always been. Actually, I had known her to an extent before and after the wedding and she had always seemed like such a nice lady, only that I never imagined for once that Chief would marry her. This feeling had been further reinforced by Chief’s seemingly reckless attitude with women. No disrespect meant but my dad would easily pass for a hard-ass player in his time. He had women in their numbers (he still does) and I lost count of how many women he must have dated within the seven years before he decided to remarry. They were so many that I mixed up the names countless number of times. At times, two or three women would come at the same time and Chief would have to decide on who was going to spend the night and stuff. We usually had a good deal of fun watching the unfolding drama among the women whenever such incidents occurred. Somehow within me, even though there was no visible proof, I knew his marriage to Cyan would not last.

Anyway, I finally settled with dad and Cyan and probably in an attempt to atone for his misdeed of getting married without even considering his children’s feelings, Chief showed so much concern and ensured that I had everything I needed. At that time, BD was twenty-one and in his final year as a Law student in University while Sean was in final year in secondary school so I was the only son in the house. On arrival, I met not just chief and his wife. There was chief and Cyan on one end, then there were Cyan’s cute nieces, Elfy and Liz. Elfy was twenty-six at the time, through with her Youth Service and searching desperately for a job and Liz was twenty-eight and serving her country as a Youth Corper (I often wondered why the younger finished before the older not knowing the same would happen to me years later). Even though I was seventeen at the time, I could hardly resist fantasizing about my step-mom’s nieces and how I would love to have some forbidden moments with any of them. You can imagine how much it hurt that neither of them paid me the least attention. To them, I was just another young kid who probably had no knowledge of what existed between a woman’s legs. I remember a particular incident where I came into the living room one afternoon and slotted in a movie I saw on the shelf. The title of the movie was ‘How to be a Player’ and it seemed like a nice movie to watch. The movie had hardly gone five minutes when Liz came into the living room and expressed her displeasure.
“Gbenga, you should not be watching this kind of movie oh.” she said disapprovingly.
“Why not?” I had challenged. “There’s nothing wrong with this movie.”
“The age grade says 18 and your dad says you’re seventeen.” she said on a final note as she removed the disc out of the DVD player much to my chagrin. I managed to swallow my rage especially when I wondered where on earth she found the guts to order me around in my own father’s house.

I was quite baffled that Cyan’s nieces thought of me as an innocent kid when I had all sort of crazy stuff already going through my mind at that age, especially when it had to do with the opposite sex. I was no longer a virgin (I had tasted the forbidden fruit about three years before) and I believed it was absurd for some funny lady to try protecting me from viewing sex scenes in movies especially when I really wanted to see these things. Anyway, I did not allow those moments bother me for too long. I had to improvise and it was rather easy, especially since there was a maid in the house at the time. Her name was Dorothy and she seemed to like me a lot. She was from the South-Eastern parts (from Akwa Ibom precisely) and immediately I sensed she looked at me in a manner that was a little unholy, I decided I had found what I was looking for and for the first time, I was glad I had come to Lagos.

SEE YOU IN THE NEXT EPISODE OF GEEBEE’s TRIP!