Dr Freak's Journal - The Evil That "Boys" Do!

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The Evil That "Boys" Do!

1998:

We (my friend and brother -Dipo Ogun Olugbenga and I) had just completed our NYSC programme and we were waiting for the next line of action at the time. His house was about four houses away from mine, so the routine was simple -wake up in the morning, fix breakfast, eat and go to his house that had more guys.

What do young men do when they gather? They talk about money, career, drinks, movies and girls. I can't remember discussing politics at any of our gatherings.
On this fateful day, I met a set of twin at his and after their departure, we had a little conversation -"who are those girls" kind of thing. His response was welcoming and fascinating. One was his "latest catch" (girlfriend) while the other was free and available. At that point I sought to "apply within!" He gave me assurances that the girl "was mine already"! There were no phones at the time so the only way one could make any contact was through physical means. 

He encouraged me to pay her a visit at her father's residence. I cannot remember visiting any female friend at any corner (I never did "backyard runs") in my entire life. If you call me your friend, then you must be ready to introduce me to either your siblings or parents (pardon my arrogance, but that was the way I was brought up). I jumped at the offer and headed in the direction of her house that was behind mine at the time. It was less than six minutes' walk away from mine.

 Identifying the gate was seamless and I majestically knocked on the gate and a young guy (younger by my estimation) surfaced from the premises. He appeared a bit friendly and wore a charming smile, but having spent 5 years of my life at the University of Benin earlier, I could sense (smell) trouble from a distance (more than 10 miles). My instincts told me all was not well. 

As I was trying to introduce my mission, I noticed that he was trying to lock the gate and a dog that looked more like a lion surfaced from nowhere. My instincts were very swift and my actions were directly proportional to my instincts! 

At this point, I became so fired up that the entire adrenaline within me practically squirted out of my feet and arms and that was how I was able to bolt out of that "lion's den".
Like a "bad dude" that I was, I quietly went home to lick my wounds. I refused to share details of my humiliating encounter with "Baba" Dipo.

Then came my very good friend -M. M is a great guy! He could ask any woman out regardless of the status, age or class. He hadn't even gone to any tertiary institution at the time but his gut was phenomenal! M too sighted the girls in the neighbourhood on his way in and he quickly ran to me (the Boy-in-the-hood) to enquire about them. After all, they were the only bow-legged twin in the area.

 Ordinarily, I would have advised against the expedition, but my own friend -Dipo never warned me and M had always felt like a superstar. What did I do? I encouraged him to pay the twin a visit at their father's house and he sheepishly obliged. I even led him halfway and pointed from where I was standing. 

My friend marched down and knocked on the gate as if he owned the house. At that point, I knew that he had reached a point of no return, then I went back home in a striding manner.

Less than 15 minutes after, I heard a loud bang on the gate, our gate and on getting there, behold it was M. His trousers were visibly torn. His shirt, torn and smeared with blood stains. All he could mutter was "I'm going to kill that boy!" I already knew what had happened to him but I dared not reveal this to him. He recounted his experience. He was led inside the premises, the father and that stupid boy hit him with a cutlass and released that lion-like dog to deal him. 

He managed to escape following the intervention of their mother. He felt bad. I felt worse. For me, it was mixed feelings. How could I have betrayed a friend? Then, even though I had not commenced my law programme at the time but common sense dictated that that kind of treatment meted out to us was both legally and morally reprehensible. I advised him to visit the hospital and take an anti-teranus injection.

 In any event, I secretly felt good that the experience had now gone round. Lord have mercy on my soul.

Few months down the line, I raised the topic at Dipo's house. Guess what, he too received a similar treatment at that "lion's den" and he never opened up to anyone,not even me his man

He too wanted me to have a feel of it. With friends like this... Lol.
We all received our baptism of fire as younger men.
The evil that "boys" do.

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