Guys, we see and hear stuff everyday that leave our mouths hanging open. You're left wondering what kind of person would do a thing like this, you wonder if they're human, you find yourself questioning humanity. But I'm wondering if anything has happened to you personally that left you with a bitter taste in your mouth and that sinking feeling in your chest that people are inherently bad.
Yup, Yours Truly has had a number of those.
Mine was that moment when Greg (real name) promised to get me a room and I told him not to bother if he expected sex or anything similar, and he replied saying; why would you talk to me like this? Do you think everything is about sex? I like you as a person, some things transcend sex (I remember this because this was the first time I had heard someone use the word "transcend" in real life, prior to this the word only existed in novels), I'm just trying to be nice and get you a place because I know you need it and I really appreciate you as a person.
Then he came to "visit" me some minutes past 11pm later that night, claiming he was having drinks with his friends in the bar downstairs and just thought he should pop in and say Hi. Reluctantly I let him in, in retrospect I should have just pretended to be asleep but there was no way I could have predicted what was to happen.
After he tried to touch me and I shoved his hand away, he said the choice was mine; it's either I had sex with him that night or he'll throw me out of the room and get someone who will.
I was shocked to see the handsome, charming, well educated man with a tinge of britico accent, transform to this ghetto warri boy, literally. "Shuooo, I be warri man o! See dis babe o! Abi you tink say I be fada Christmas? Abeg carry your load comot for here"
I sat on the bed trying to process what was happening, if he was serious and where I would go. It was almost midnight, I was in Port Harcourt and Osayi's phone had been off all day. I knew I couldn't stay in her aunt's house where she lived, but at least in an urgent moment like this they would let me in. Unfortunately I had no clue where Osayi's house was, I knew it was somewhere around Trans Amadi, but that was all I knew.
When he got off the bed, he walked to the wardrobe, opened the room door and started throwing my things out on the corridor one after the other, I knew he was serious. I jumped off the bed and asked him not to throw my things that way, I'd pack them up myself and go. He told me I had only one minute.
While I was hurriedly packing up my things he called someone on the phone and asked her to come over, he said he missed her so he got a room for them, she should take a cab and come immediately.
I picked up my things and walked out of the hotel. My saving grace; the previous day I had run into Kariba at Everyday supermarket, the younger sister of one of my QC acquaintances; Eniba, and I'd collected her number. I knew it would be weird. Eniba and I weren't exactly close, she was my senior and we hadn't seen or spoken to each other in almost 5 years, so I was reluctant to call her phone at almost midnight and beg for a place to stay... But I had no choice. I made the call and off I went to her room in UST.
Every time I think of that night, I have a little less faith in humanity.
And also that lecturer we used to call Ajo nwata in Law faculty UNEC, that did all he could to frustrate some unfortunate people and keep them from graduating, some for more than five years. Miserable individual, that one.
Has anyone or anything ever given you reason to lose faith in humanity?