May 15
He Should Have Believed Me
I am indebted to my FIL for a lot of reasons, the most important being that he graciously gave me his daughter for a wife. But I am also grateful to the man for vindicating me and keeping my name and reputation intact when I was in the university. If not for him and the fact that he stayed true to himself, I probably would have been branded a liar and spinner of untrue tales. But thank God, the man came through for me and thanks to him and to the fact that I made a conscious effort, as I still do, to not do anything that could tarnish my name and person, many of my friends still consider me a person whose word and tales they can rely on and believe even when the stories sound absurd and far fetched.
One of the high points of my days while in the university, next of course to spending time within the two major female halls in UI, was the period between the late afternoons and the early evenings, starting immediately after the afternoon siesta [for those who couldn’t do without their afternoon nap] and ending just before ‘awon’ boys start to prepare for their daily exodus to you-know-where. In those days, that was the time when we shared stories, both true and otherwise, of our conquests, escapades, sexcapades and general campus gist and gossip. I heard many a great stories in those periods and learned quite a few things as well, although one had to possess an internal sieve in order to sift out the chaff [which was more] and retain what was of value.
For me, those sessions helped to douse the boredom I endured during classes and I looked forward to them more than I did my lectures. Call me a lay-about and you probably would be right but if you had lecturers who only read from aging notebooks and never encouraged discourse and new thinking, then you probably would understand why I preferred our ‘yarning’ sessions to my school work. Truth be told, I loved good stories.
I still do.
One of the stories I shared in one of those session was the one about my FIL and how he had slapped me around because he saw me with his daughter. Unfortunately, not many of my friends believed me and that only made the humiliating ordeal more painful for me.
Amongst the ‘unbelievers’ was my roommate, Gbesan. Because of his own unbelief, a lot of the other guys didn’t believe my story either because they felt that if Gbesan, who was my ‘landlord’ and who they felt knew me better than the rest of them didn’t believe my story, they didn’t see why they should too; needless to say that I didn’t share any stories for a while after that.
My redemption however came during the semester break and God couldn’t have wrought it through a better vessel.
Gbesan had met and taken a liking to my girlfriend’s sister. They had met during one of those flying visits my girlfriend [now wifey] and her sisters used to make to my house in those days whenever their father sent them on errands around my neighborhood. I noticed Gbesan started coming to my house almost everyday, hoping the girls would come visiting. I also remember he visited their house a few times as well, braving the possibility of meeting their father at home and incurring his wrath. Unlike me, he hadn’t experienced the man the way I had and the fact that he didn’t believe their father actually beat me up even though the girls had corroborated that story, may also have bolstered his courage.
Since my unfortunate experience, I had made it a point never to ‘walk’ my girlfriend any time she came visiting me except when I was sure that her Dad was out of town. Gbesan didn’t really care about all that. He walked them almost all the time and somehow he got lucky and was never caught. Well, until…
The ladies had visited my house one day and we were walking them back to their home [a walk I only agreed to because my girlfriend had assured me that their father was out of town and wasn’t due back until the following day] when disaster struck.
We were walking in pairs on ‘Main Street’. Gbesan and my girlfriend’s sister, D, were in front, about 40 meters ahead of us. Our walk, wifey and I, was much slower as we were not in a hurry to leave each other’s company that evening. We wanted to spend as much time together as we possibly could. Every time the ‘Doc’ was out of town was a time to relish. Gbesan and D, on the other hand were faster in their walk. Gbesan was still trying to win D over and she was playing hard to get and acting as disinterested as she possibly could but not in a way to deter Gbesan from the chase.
They both must have been too engrossed in the thrill of the ‘chase’ that they didn’t notice when they walked right into my FIL who seemed to have appeared from nowhere and before Gbesan could react, FIL had grabbed Gbesan’s pants, locking him in that vice like grip, which as I said in my last post, only soldiers and maybe MOPOLs have perfected.
My girlfriend and I, lucky to have spotted the man from afar off, had ducked out of view but there was no way we could have warned Gbesan and D without giving away our position. We watched from a safe distance as Gbesan was duly ‘baptized’ with many slaps and my FIL’s leather slippers. He managed to escape after several minutes but not without the tell tale signs of his encounter with ‘oga soja’-swollen face and burst lips.
After that experience, Gbesan became my ‘apostle’ and he preached my gospel to the other unbelievers in school.
I resumed my story- telling.
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1st, yipeeeeeeeeee
or not, lol!!!!!
1st jare
lol@ as Gbesan was duly ‘baptized’ with many slaps …..
so dat was all it took for him to believe u, na wa o but lucky for u,it was worth it lol!!!!
wats up with Gbesan now, is he still wit D, do tell!!*winks*
lolll
Your FIL is too much.
please,can u disclose your identity to him? i am just curious to know his reaction. You are both older now, so he cant “handle” you like that again.(incase you are scared)
talk to wifey please.
where is Gbesan and D. Was Kollington’s song a reality in their lives too? lolllll
lol. gosh im with lady guide is G still wit the sis. trully ur fil shld have been a policeman. but bros that must have been true love o afta that xperience u still held onto the gal.
lmao…he deserved it alright…hahahahahah
that is what happens to doubting thomases
@ Uzezi
Yes o…blessed are those who believe and yet have not seen [or slapped]
@ Afrolicious
Abi…
@Anon gal, Darkelcee and LG
Gbesan and D r married now but to different spouses.
Lmaoo@became your apostle…Oga o, your FIL didnt play with his girls.
Goodnews->ur inlaw is officially a graduate now, clap for me:D
In- Law mi…congrats!!!
I am clapping.
LMAO. Can I just say..good for him? Next time he won’t be a doubting Thomas.
talk about learning the hard way!
LOL See gist…
Poor Gbesan! lol
Poor Gbesan! lol Experience would always be the best teacher!
haha…what a story…this your fil was no joke o!!…that’s what sir gbesan deserved…haha…:)
I guess seeing, or in this case, receiving, is believing.
I’m glad your rep was restored… even if it was at the expense of poor Gbesan… Lol!
Nice one…
LOL! Poor Gbesan! I’m just glad that you did not get a 2nd baptism from your FIL!
Hw’s wifey?
the slap baptism, hmm memories, that nostalgic feeling
Great stroy-telling…
eeya!the man na slapping machine? make person ne slap am back oh…even my dad that was so hard never slapped any of my sistaz bobos…lest i forget, that was very good for Gbesan…3gbosa for FIL…so after the baptism of slaps, is he now your BIL?
Think ur FIL should have taken it further. ahn ahn! Gbesan must be from Ekiti (strong headed pips; no be yap o) i’m sure the must must have been wishing he raised his girls in Ekiti, where there wouldn’t have been predators like u.
Another angle to the story might be the fact that he also suffered the same faith from his own FIL.
Na wa for this your FIL self, distributing slaps like say he be Slap Dealer.
Sweet vindication I guess.
kai…….
he should have believed you……….
Lol, Gbesan sld av believed you oh.
Did Gbesan end up dating D?
Your write exceptionally well.
Lol. Unbelievable! Very funny story. Love the way you tell stories.
Lmao - I like your FIL.
LMAO!! A trial surely convinced him!
once again, you’ve shown ur storytelling skills…U and Naapali don re-awaken my storytelling spirit oh.
I must do mine too.
Lol.. your FIL just “gba oju” sere. So is ur friend with your sister in law?
Lol@the comment u left on my blog
I am loving your template
A baptism of slaps, eh? Lol! Hilarity!!!
BTW, you got a big, fat, shiny, red ‘F’. Sorry to break the news to you, but it’s true…
NIGERIAN CURIOSITY
IT WAS SO MUCH EASIER WHEN I ONLY HAD ONE…
You crack me up…lol. I know a lot of folks embellished stories those days and still do sef. I love your choice of word ‘baptised’ with slaps..lol!
Lmao@no comment, are u thinking i have issues inlaw mi?
How’s sexy eyes? Is he still excited about school?
I dey o, been eating since sunday night, if food cld kill:D
Oya update,we’re wairrin, ese gan.
SHIT.
No kidding!
Your FIL beat you up, and then your friend?????
WTF!
Forgive my expletives, but I’m just too shocked.
I grew up in Lagos. Did a few disappearing acts from fathers, but never heard of a physical assault.
I hope your daughters dont get to experience that.
Oga, na which kain Black james Bond you be sef? lol!
No, you have to read the current post to understand the big, fat, shiny, red ‘F’. In fact you don’t have to read, simply scroll down and you will see that unfortunately, your name is on the olodo list. =)
Check out the post here.
NIGERIAN CURIOSITY
IT WAS SO MUCH EASIER WHEN I ONLY HAD ONE…
Hallelujah! Can I get an amen brother
May i speak to you please? email me at allied_genensis@yahoo.com
this is so funny, dat am laughing hard. eh ya 4 ur doubting thomas friend. somehow, i think his interest n ur wifey’s sis took a severe blow on dat day. did it?
Baba sexy eyes.. got ur mail but i cant reply you back why? The servers keeps sending it undelivered?
poor gbesan!!!lol..that father in law sef!!!lol
What do i seee??Allied you are not allowed to call him that!!!!!!
Inlaw mi atata, how’s sexy eyes? Kids love school in general, can u imagine one of my choolums(she’s 5) saying her class teacher Miss Williams is nicer than her own mom…lmao,i was like, im sooo telling on you!
Have a nice day and please advice all others not to use that name:D
Ha-ha, so well written and funny. So you went to UI. I take it the halls you frequented were Queens and Idia? Gone are the good old days but the memories remain.
There was only one male hall worth frequenting when I was there. Guess which one:D
LOL!!
Gosh, I miss coming here. Have been tied up. This your FIL na correct soldier oo. LOL. Gbesan surely learnt the hard way. Hahaha. So did Gbesan and D ever date??
By the way, I tagged you. I see you have already done the tag. Oh well. Check out my quirks. I’m off to read yours.
First thing, I’m tired of being a passerby here.
Ha!
I see you have beefs for those privileged few that lived in BQ in UI. ehn?
Hi
Bros,
Abeg send me something-cillin to stop my ‘running laughter oh !
a prophet is respected except in his own home. lol.
I was dying of laughter poor gbesan, but atleast he will never doubt your words again. ..By chance after being baptized with slaps did he still want to chase after D or he let that go?
Dat1okrikagirl-
Gbesan took off after his baptism.
Isha-
abi o
AE&S-
bros…somethg cillin ke? Glad u enjoyed the story.
Aloofar-
bros no be so…some of my closest friends in school were Qtrs boys.
Vera-
long time no see. Off to read ur quirks!
Naijalines-
At some point i felt i had rooms in Queens & Idia Halls. The same routine almost everyday…get into Queens before 7pm…leave around quarter to 9…bike off to Idia and enter before 9pm…crayzee!
Omosewa-
In-law mi, e ma binu o…Allied and others, be warned!
Yes O, Amina Way!!!
ROTFLMAO!!!!
Gbesan gbe!!!!
I hope my FIL would be a cowboy rather than a sojaboy when the time comes…
still ROTFLMAO!!!!
LOL. Serves him right for being a naysayer. As my people will say, for him Iroyin o to afojuba (news does not compare with experience)
hahahhaha!!!! thank goodness u werent caught again…lol…i mean you had had your fair dose!!! ahhh things men endure for love….xoxo
Lol! I’m glad he got a beating. You’re right he should’ve believed you. Lol!