I wake up like I would die if I remained in bed for one more second. My brain is hammeringagainst my skull and it feels heavy for my body too. Held my head in my hand for sometime to calm the tremor. When I open my eyes, I close it again and again. Until it's crystal clear I am not in my room. Quickly, my brains waste no time in sending me a message that I have been kidnapped.
And like a victim that desperately wants to escape I fly up from the bed to rattle the door knob. I am perspirating and hyperventilating. The door wouldn't open and I sob. I try again but this time it quietly opens up. I realized it wasn't locked. With no time to dwell on the victory, I grab my purse and sandal and I am out the door. The door leads to a small hallway and I just follow it down.
As soon as I am in the dinning area, I follow the obvious path to the living room and there is
someone standing in front of the TV. If I keep going, I might just make it. But I stop tiptoeing to slowly look up. I can't see clearly so I blink and try again and I see him. Clearly now.
In that split second, I try to remember how I got here. I remember dashing out of my mom's compound and getting a bus. On the bus, I dm my girlfriend on Instagram to tell her
I am coming to her place. As always, she's online and she answers Of Course. I chuckle because the response is so Jolade.
She's not my girlfriend. But my best friend who is a girl. I like boys, I have loved men for as long as I can remember. That is why sometimes I can't comprehend my situation, why can't
I seem to have what I love so much. Don't get me wrong, all I need is one man to love me. Like my moral compass would let me have more than one guy at a time. I can't handle it. I am not a total goody-goody, maybe I
am but several times I have come close to sinning too but it just never happens.
I arrive at my friend's place in Lekki. I remember we talked about moving here together but I couldn't. Knowing I have a 59 year old mother that I couldn't abandon, I opted to live close
to her. Sometimes, she takes that kindness for stupidity. I knock on the door to her apartment and she unlocks it. Jola is fond of unlocking her door
but never opening it for me.
Never. Her apartment is small but costs a fortune. Mine is bigger and it costs almost the same As soon as I am in the dinning area, I follow the obvious path to the living room and there is someone standing in front of the TV. If I keep going, I might just make it. But I stop tiptoeing to slowly look up. I can't see clearly so I blink and try again and I see him. Clearlynow.
In that split second, I try to remember how I got here. I remember dashing out of my mom's compound and getting a bus.
On the bus, I dm my girlfriend on Instagram to tell her I am coming to her place. As always, she's online and she answers Of Course. I chuckle
because the response is so Jolade.
She's not my girlfriend. But my best friend who is a girl. I like boys, I have loved men for as
long as I can remember. That is why sometimes I can't comprehend my situation, why can't I seem to have what I love so much.
Don't get me wrong, all I need is one man to love me. Like my moral compass would let me have more than one guy at a time. I can't handle it. I am not a total goody-goody, maybe I
am but several times I have come close to sinning too but it just never happens.
I arrive at my friend's place in Lekki. I remember we talked about moving here together but i couldn't. Knowing I have a 59 year old mother that I couldn't abandon, I opted to live close
to her. Sometimes, she takes that kindness for stupidity.
I knock on the door to her apartment and she unlocks it. Jola is fond of unlocking her door but never opening it for me. Never. Her apartment is small but costs a fortune. Mine is
bigger and it costs almost the same amount.
"What kind of a host are you? You'd should at least help me get the door." I feign anger.
"Sorry, boo boo." She says and hugs me. I plop down on the chair feeling drained.
"How was the party?"
"Same. Same. I ran out of there."
"She mentioned husband again?" Jola is looking at me.
"What do you think?"
"Tell that woman to rest. There is no husband again. There are only sugar daddies amount.
"What kind of a host are you? You'd should at least help me get the door." I feign anger.
"Sorry, boo boo." She says and hugs me. I plop down on the chair feeling drained.
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RomanceThis story is for every girl who feels like she is not enough. Our heroine worries herself to death everyday about meeting someone and falling in love. Eventually she makes a mistake partly because of her overbearing African mother and peer pressure...
