Omolara had always been scared of letting go. Her greatest fear was loosing the people that mattered to her. One day, she had made me promise not to have a boyfriend because she thinks she will loose me to him. I thought the idea was stupid but I understood where she was coming from. After all, she was my ride or die, my companion, she was always there for me that I didn't feel I needed any boy, so I remained single, since my second year in high school till my final in the university.
I knew my days were numbered when I came home for the semester's break in my final year, and my mom was asking of my boyfriend. How was I supposed to tell my Nigerian mother that I have never had a boyfriend? I can see her taking me to the pastor asking him to cast out the devil holding my future husband, from me.
It didn't help that Ayomide, a masters student in my university wouldn't stop smiling at me.
Ayomide, he was your typical Yoruba demon except that he wasn't a demon, he was an angel. My angel.
...To be continued
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OMOLARA
Short Story....And that's the saddest thing about betrayal, it comes from your friends. Or at least you thought they were.
