FIRE {Completed}

PRINCE

PRINCE has the most genuinest of smiles and I steal glances. How could someone be so untainted? I ask myself. I see him as special and he doesn't even know how unique he is. When I conduct business my crew and opponents are always of the opinion that I'm cold and heartless, if only they knew that was a front not to appear weak. The weak gets chewed and spat out and I don't want to be that. I have learnt to be ruthless and school my features. I have learnt to accept disappointments and not shed tears or be surprised. I have learned from mistakes and others and I can be counted as one of those who is always hungry for learning and success. But no one has thought me how to love.

  Loving has been one emotion that has eluded me. There was a time I believed in fairy tales, happy ever after and unicorns. But I learnt the hard way amidst tears that those where just fables to give us hope to feel. My parents divorce really did a huge damage to me. Seeing two people so in love break and turn to enemies with no visible sign of the bond they once shared killed me emotionally. Its no wonder I haven't had the strength to invest affections in any relationship apart from family. My mum is real concerned that I would end up alone and lonely at the end of the day when I can no longer keep being the busy bee I am now. And honestly I fear that too.

  Its not like I haven't tried to search for someone even if I don't have deep feelings I wouldn't be opposed to a partnership. But so far there has been no one. The rich guys want you to top up their wealth, they want a trophy dumb blonde wife who would just nod at their every word, going shopping as a hobby and give birth to blond kids. They are scared of an intellectual woman because in their shallow mentality educated and successful women love to rule their household and relegate the men to their domesticated slave. As for the middle class men a woman who is more successful than them is a threat. They feel intimidated and act like headless chickens. They just can't relate. While the poor ones sees only her bank account. They pretend to love just so you cushion their accounts and when your back is turned they cheat on you serially. In most cases they even go as far as swindling you of all you had then make a clean break by travelling to another country.

   Prince had been refreshing to chat with. I had initially opened that account to chat with the few fans who bothered to look for me on that site. I had plans of personally replying messages on that site because I knew they were going to be easily manageable.

  On registering on the site I had discovered it really wasn't as coordinated as I first thought. Closing it wasn't possible because they didn't even have that option so I had left it. Of all the messages I got his was the only one that fascinated me. I looked up his pics and found out that he was really young and I didn't see him as a threat. We got chatting and before I know I was giving him my private WhatsApp number. I didn't see him coming and I guess he didn't see me too because he obviously didn't have a clue of who I was. Twas crazy when he asked if I needed transport fare to come see him. I laughed at that statement for days because if only he knew how many of those transport fare I actually had.

  It was easy to talk to him without feeling pressured to always foot his bills. He was fresh out of secondary school,21 years of age and was looking to write JAMB the next year. He had to work two jobs just to get what he needed without adding his needs on his parents heavy load. I was almost tempted to bail him out but I hadn't. I wanted to see how he was going to fare, I wanted to see how far he was ready to go to be legally successful. He lived in a town where almost all the youths were interested in the get rich quick scheme. They were ready to steal, kill and rob just to live larvishly but they didn't want to own a blue collar job. They just wanted to flash their wealth and look down on the poor.

  I didn't come to his rescue because I wanted to see how long he would hold out in poverty before he became an internet fraudster. It was my greatest fear for him but it was a decision I wanted him to consciously make. I told him planely that I didn't date fraudsters and wasn't going to start and he assured me that he wasn't interested in that. Its been a year and he still wasn't financially bouyant which must mean that he still hadn't strayed from his promise and for that I'm going to shock him with so much that he wouldn't even be able to relate.

  His mum had welcomed me and they had deemed we worthy of being hosted so I'm going to host them as a family and otherwise in ways they can't imagine.

  Prince had stuck to me when I got too busy to call or take his call when he thought I was broke or financially struggling so I was going to share the spoils of all those busy times with him and his family in extension. I have a habit of going to astronomical length when I wanted to help others because that was the kind of help I got when I needed it. Besides what's the point of making all this money if people can't feel your presence.