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[Story] Diary Of A Lekki Houseboy (18+) Season 5 Last Episode – The End

I opened my eyes.. Felt some pains on my head as I involuntarily

wanted stand up so I can go and see My Faith..

But what I saw

was different from what I so wanted to see..

I was on top of something I didn’t care to know, everywhere was

white and blurring for the first few seconds, I knew this wasn’t

my room. I knew something was happening to me , I looked

down on me and was cover with white robes ..

This aint

what WE are thinking right?

“Ehhhh? Na Heaven WE enter? Abi devil don dey wear white? I

know say we nor fit make heaven at all! God can’t cheat!!!!”..

My ever living MIND started shouting as my heart started beating

so fast..

I shouted “Where am I?”.. Not really like shouting but I knew that

was the last energy I had.. I heard someone call my Name, I

wanted to say it was God but that voice nor resemble that

echoing voice for movies..

“Who be you?”.. I said as I heard someone cry, praying in my

local Dialect.. This was when I realized the voice to be that of my

MUM.. Besides, she is the only person I know that prays in local


I wanted to shout MUM but who sigh? I was f**king weak as all I

was seeing were white lights and voices reaching out for a

Doctor. I just chilled as I couldn’t open my mouth but I dey tell

you!!.. Me and Doctors nor be friends ohhhh!

I heard the machine they use in measuring heartbeat( I still

don’t knw d name) beep continuously, and I saw shadows of

people checking me out..

I had a feeling I was being given an Injection as my eyes started

closing.. But for where, I nor gree close am..

I didn’t know what happened sha , but I couldn’t control the

muscles in the eyes any longer ..

I was in a state of Hypnagogia for hours as I still heard feint

voices.. then I finally fell into a trance , saw me and Faith

laugh and smile as she kissed me in a very lone place.. Amongst

other things. (Chai! Anesthesia nor good I swear!!!! )

I woke up once again but this time around, the white

surroundings disappeared.. Turned out it was just some LIGHTS

that were on my body that almost made me enter heaven by force


Do I need to say it lOud that I was in a HOSPITAL? Ok.. I was

in the hospital

My Mum, lying down there with her head down, I tried reaching

her as I stood up(Strong Man) and when I touched her, she woke

up(didn’t know she was sleeping sha), took me back to my small

bed and started crying..

I didn’t wanted to cry, so I told her to stop crying that I was hale

and healthy and all that, then I wished her a Happy New Year

as the time on the wall says 3am. She gave me food to eat(she

knows I don’t joke with Rice and Beans ).. Just when I thought

I would start asking my Mum about Faith and how she got to

Lagos from Benin in less than 4hours.. One cute nurse came

inside with one killer smile

“Them nor dey sleep? Ahan.. Make she nor near my yannxh

oh!”.. Was what my Dumb mind said as I saw a syringe on her

tray… Then she smiled, checked my pulses and gave me an

injection .. The rest na story!!!

We left the hospital the following day (As in.. It was 3am already,

so the next day ) as I almost didn’t wanna leave because of

the cute nurses.

And anytime I start asking my Mum about faith and the outside

world, they come with a smile and knock me out with sleeping

Injections . And no, I couldn’t ask my Mum about my Uncle

because I was so ashamed of looking into her eyes, especially

when it seemed she was trying hard not to reach that topic.

Maybe the doctor advised?

Well, I got out the hospital and saw LUTH at the sign board.. I

wanted to ask Mum another question as she could see it on my

face, but she gave me a sign that had “Don’t ask” written over it.

I got to my Uncle’s house.. No! Not Daniel, this one is another

one, Uncle Malik.. .. Uncle Malik was in the army and had a

house in the barracks at BONY Catonement. I just knew it that

my Mum won’t dare go to Uncle Daniel’s house because of my


After highlighting from the Metro Cab, I don’t know what led the

CABman to tune up his radio to Brillia FM oh! But all I know was

DR. LANRE IZAMOJE was airing his normal saturday show as I

heard “4th of January 2013..”.. Then Jaywon’s THIS YEAR(Odun

Yi) started playing.

Wait.. 4th of January 2013? 4th.. 1st, 2nd, 3rd,


After hours of confusion, I started asking my mum what

happened and why the date was 4th instead of 2nd.

It took me minutes for me to be able to break her down, as I

knew her weak point.. (DON’T EAT!! )

She broke down in tears as she gave me a Nollywood story that

was written by my uncle(Daniel)… And I will tell you all..

Story! Story!!.. Once upon a time:

“I went to a party without Daniel’s consent, and that wasn’t the

first time I did it as it was regular, as usual, I got drunk and broke

into a fight with my cult gang, I got hit on the head.. He called

my MUM immediately he heard the news, my Mum entered the

next Bus to Lagos, not telling my DAD what happened as she lied

because if my Dad heard, na die …

She got to Lagos, I had to be transferred to LUTH due to a scare

of brain damage as I was having seizures,reduced or pumped out

the codeine level in my blood.. And I was under Anesthesia for

2days to allow the injury on my head chill”.. Bleh Bleh bleh..

At this moment, I didn’t know if I was to be happy,sad or

depressed. Happy because my Mum(NO ONE) didn’t know what

really happened, sad because I was in what I interpreted as

COMA few days back.. Depressed because I was depressed and

felt miserable! .. Well, I didn’t say any word till my Mum went

in to sleep as I collected her phone, since mine was nowhere to

be found.

Didn’t know faith’s number Offhand, so I just opted to go on

twitter to check on her.. Her last tweet was on the 1st of

december.. And it read “I planned a new year eve for Two, me

and me”.

Headed to facebook as that was the only place I could send a

message with my mind poured out into it but to my greatest

surprise, my Inbox was Full of messages.. Opened it and gazed

through all to see if faith’s own was there and behold, I saw it

right there, just above the “See more messages” option..

I clicked it, it took YEARS for the page to open(EmptyHen!!!!!

).. Meanwhile, the Dr warned me not to bother myself

emotionally as my Adrenalins were still very much on high. So I

just did what he told me (Count from 1 to 100 when you are

about being tensed ).

After counting to 20, the page opened and what seems to be an

essay with over 500words popped up.. I dey come make I look

for the message for inside my message inbox . If I no see am,

I go come write wetin I remember in a way my teacher taught


*Edited copy of her Facebook message*

“Ummm.. Hey..

So I am writin dis After I heard yo in Intensive Care Unit and I

pray you sometyms read this becos I am scared as f**k.. I guess

you are reading this by now. And yeah, I pray my phone survives

this salty water that I am soaking it in.

Sitting right at the back of the car,ur head on my laps as it bled

blood, tears rolling down your eyes as I tried all my best telling

you to stop joking with me.. You just la!d there, going into

seizures,deaf to my calls,indifferent about my punches.. and all I

could do was nothing but pray!.

Den again, the nurses shouting at me to let go of you as they

rolled you away in the stretcher, I forced myself into the

emergency room as I watched you close your eyes, face with a

smile as tears rolled down your eyes and the nurses trying their

best to revive you. And it was all black out as I heard voices

saying I shouldn’t be allowed in..

Woke up to find out dt I passed out, but all I wanted was to see

you.. Then I was told you were moved to LUTH in an ambulance,

sad right?

You know.. I had a suicide thought this morning..

No! I had a

failed attempted suicide this morning, Joyce moving me and

abigail into a Hotel pending the tickets of our flight to Abuja,

Esther in a place I don’t know and you probably dying as I type.

Well, I guess this was my destiny.. To be heartbroken by the only

ones I love.

Why do I write? because I jst want to.. because It gives me hope

that you would read this. because I don’t know who to tell..

because I jst can’t live without you. I knw things will never work

out for both of us but please! Stay alive and fight for your life, for

me.. For Us!

And if you woke up to hear that I am no more, then the next

attempt went well, guess what I just did.. I prayed to Got to take

my f**ked up life and give it to you. Hey, I hope I don’t see you

were I would be headed… I Love You and Will Always Do but this

has to stop!

Bye Cherish..

After I read this, I felt something die in me.. No! I didn’t finish

reading it, I stopped at somewhere but I knew I didn’t finished it..

How could I have forgotten the the morning of 31st December?

How did I not remember the feeling I had? Where was that soft

me? What did the doctors did to me? Why the sudden return of

that feeling? Why am I alone? How come I didn’t wake up to look

for faith? .. I was so lost in thoughts that all I could remember in

what I read was “Bye Danladi”..

No!.. That wasn’t just a bye bye.. It didn’t sounded like the bye

bye she told me before I went to the party.. It was a BYE that

sounded like the last.. Like that was a BYE .. Right? Was she


“Takethis basssstard to church because I am about being

possessed!!”.. I said to myself..

Voices of legions.. All I could remember were the words my

doctor told me and how faith used to call me a Dummy.. I felt an

awkward reaction in my body.. My body metabolism went up as

my eyes started working the other way..

Was this love? Or was it me feeling guilty for what I did to her? If

it was love, how come I didn’t feel it few minutes ago? Why was I

occupied with other stuffs? Yeah? I was pretty joking some few

minutes ago right? Yeah! That was it..

Last time I checked the time, it was 11pm.. I started counting

numbers.. This time around, not in my mind but I was using the

last energy I had in shouting it.. 1… 2… 3.. 4…. 5….. 6….. 7…

8…. 9….10…….

I remember my Mom come out from the Guest room she was in,

my Uncle came too as everyone thought I was mad.. No,

seriously.. I knew what I was doing, I knew it wasn’t what a sane

person would do but I just couldn’t help it.. This wasn’t love

right? It was Guilt and Pity?

Just like it was before, I stood up.. Looking at Uncle Malik as he

walked up to me, memories flashed.. I thought he was going to

slap me the way Uncle Daniel did, so I acted in self defense as I

slapped him first .. And then I heard my Mum Cry as she

said “Ladi Stop!!!”..

No! I don’t like my Mum crying.. I hate when I make women cry..

but I didn’t know what was wrong with me.. My legs started

shaking just like it did few days ago as I started entering the

ground.. First I saw Faith cry before that happened, now I heard

Mum cry before this? Why is this happening?..

I just imagined my head hitting the floor again as I lost balance

but according to my lost senses, I didn’t hit the floor.. My uncle

caught me.. And I was rushed again.. To an hospital.. This time

around, on my mother’s lap ..

“Oh! Lord… Make the voices stop!!!!!”.. I said in my very semi-

conscious mind.

I woke up.. The next day, told my Mum if she doesn’t ask if faith

was alive, I would kill myself. Ended up in a Rehab centre, Mum

said a doctor suggested it.. Oh! That cute nurse came to the

hospital I was in, counseled me and made me go to the rehab..

After she told me I had STD ..

Faith didn’t die .. The attempt failed again? Heard she was in a

critical state though.. Her Dad wanted to arrest me at first. Lol!


And yeah! I got to speak with her because I threatened them

again. My Dad, Mum and everyone got to know the full gists

(Uncle Daniel’s house shiiii) as Uncle Daniel sold his properties,

traveled to switzerland with his other mistress to start a new life.

Esther, Joyce.. Still sitting here, wondering which one of them

gave me STDs because the two of them were over clean in the

eyes .. But I heard Joyce is a lawyer(single) in Abuja, Esther is

in London and Abigail.. The worst of them All.. I seriously haven’t

heard of her.

I was in the rehab for three reasons.. Drugs Abuse(Codeine and

s*x..ual stimulants), Heartbreak and .. Accepting the fact the I

was HIV Positive (not aids oh )..

I saw a picture of Asamoah in his matriculation robe some few

days back.. Tobby also put Adeleke University on his facebook

Profile.. Angela? She graduated last year with a 2nd Class..

Yvonne? Somewhere in london forgetting there was a boy that

once made her Kum. And me? glad everything happened .

No! That was a joke.. How can I be Glad? I accepted my mistake

and realized it was not too late to make a difference.. To reach

out to people like me out there who think they need to boost their

self esteem by associating with people.

Ummm.. I guess this is the point we call


Updated: July 18, 2017 — 2:05 am

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