SORRY I DID THIS TO YOU

Listen carefully. Read with your mind open. This is a true life. Your comments does not matter. Only your attention does.

As you read. You would discover a bitter truth. This is my story.

A story I never picture seeing myself writing – not now – or ever. But this is where fate had steered me and – my mistake of blindly trusting a fellow human. And the mistake of wanting what everyone has.

Like every story, mine started with a happy beginning. I was a humble – beautiful – lady from a comfortable home. Well brought up by both parents with the scriptures being the centerpiece of my upbringing.

Life breeze up so fast and I got to meet a lot of people. Some of them affected my life positively and few leaving a little dent while one person – the devil with a charming smile – left a hefty pain load in my life that I still deal with till date.

My brothers and sisters, never trust a fellow man. Never trust anything that walks on two feet. You wanna know why? Because I’ve been through this path and I’ve experienced the heavy dosage of pain it promises for anyone that venture into the path of blind trust – and love.

In my case, this fact did not become clear until I met Kunle – an innocent looking guy back then in High school – when I was applying for admission into a state-owned polytechnic in Ogun state.

Back then in High school, Kunle was a senior colleague, a gentle, handsome and peace loving person. No one would ever taught he could hurt a fly. Well that’s a fact, he said he can’t. Maybe because flies are not his speciality.

When I met Kunle on the day of Post-Utme, I was very glad and we struck a friendship that continued after I gained admission.

After the orientation week and everything, I realize the Polytechnic like other higher institutions was a jungle not fit for a fragile looking person like me. I was afraid of everything – the bullies, cultists, lecturers and even co-students. It was just it everyone against me. I even refuse to make friends.

It was in my quest for refuge that I moved in with the kunle – my savior. Kunle proved to be a nice person and we get on well. He taught me the basic about school and even though we are not in the same level or department, we are often seen walking hand-in-hand.

With this kind of cordial relationship, I didn’t think twice when Kunle asked me out during the second semester of my N.D one and things went on smoothly. Kunle’s friends became mine and I sort fit in perfectly into his life.

Mind you, our relationship was a decent one – one devoid of the ‘iranu’

And ‘abasha’ that characterize regular teenage relationship. That does not we didn’t do things – we hug, hold each other hands and have light kisses – insofar it was in public and not behind close doors.

Everything was perfect. A perfect relationship. I was even planning the future: three boys and two girls. Kunle want two girls.

Things did fell apart and I was woken from this my soothing nightmare. Kunle was never the man I thought he was – he was not even close to the picture of what I have in my head.

Things began unravelling after he finished his ND program. He became paranoia, and possessive. Always accusing me of walking around with strangers because he is away on ‘IT’. I tried to calm his fears but he wouldn’t listen.

The relationship began to display cracks – a thing we never imagined a semester back.

One blue afternoon, Kunle called to notify me he was around for his clearance. I was really happy. It’s been a while I saw him last. I didn’t even think twice before saying ‘yes’ when he told me he was coming around.

Kunle did kept to his promise, he came in around six in the evening – smelling all posche and cleanly shaven. It dawned on me that I have missed him. We hugged, smile and held hands.

My new room-mate – Anita – quickly excused herself. She assumed we need all the privacy and would not want to disrupt the flow. She thought Kunle would love to spend the night – something I never considered – in order to iron out our misunderstanding.

After she left, I offered to prepare our best meal – Spaghetti and fried plantain. Kunle offered to get a Chivita drink to balance the table. He went out straight while I master the kitchen to prefer a meal we so both like eating.

By the time Kunle arrived, the meal was ready. He sat down and prayed. He asked God to forgive our sins – his inexcusable sins – and to add a better episode as the conclusion of our relationship.

I innocently murmured ‘amen’ and quickly grab my fork to resume my meal.

Kunle poured me a drink. I smiled, knowing fully well he doesn’t take sweetened drinks. He poured himself a cup of water.

“Cheers! To all the memories” – he said. I smiled again. There is always something about him that brings this smile to my face.

I gulped my cup of orange juice – with the face Kunle being the last thing I saw.

I didn’t remember dropping the glass cup. All I knew was everything was enveloped in darkness – and my eyes and brain – and I was automatically shut down.