"I'm about to do a thread, another experience...*sighs* men are just scum"
I wasted no time diving into her twitter timeline, I followed the thread with rapt attention and retweeted, it was indeed a
As far as I was concerned, I was an orphan and as such I had to hustle to see myself through school, I did all sorts of jobs, both legit jobs and despicable stuff to make money, well, except rituals and that was because I never got the opportunity, the unspeakable
I became a twitter addict and I loved it, it was easy for me to relate with other ladies who shared similar
Like I said earlier, I had become a Twitter addict and it felt so good, I got so addicted that I began to unconsciously seek validation from my Twitter clique and idols and it was such a sweet feeling
Ophelia was a member of my twitter clique and we soon became friends in real life, I liked her 'cause she was strong-willed and a core feminist, sometimes I felt her hatred for the men folk was greater than mine
On twitter I had a lot of friends, in real life I had only two close friends, Ophelia and Lolo and both of them were like
One day I suggested the ladies of feminist/men are scum twitter organize a hangout, they agreed and I volunteered to host, I felt so elated when the leader of the feminist/men are scum twitter gang sent me a DM commending me and offering to assist in the
A date was fixed, a private beach was the venue. Lolo didn't approve of the party, but she still assisted with the preparations. On the said date I was shocked at the turnout, they were much more than I expected and it was a good thing we had prepared for a large
"Then who are those ones over there? I thought it's a strictly female affair" She said, pointing at Lolo and her fiance
"Thanks" I could feel myself blushing
She looked at Lolo for a while then muttered something that sounded like "love is beautiful" as she turned to walk away, I could have sworn I had her correctly.
It seemed like Lolo and her fiance were stealing the whole show and making the ladies mushy including me, so I signaled the DJ to turn the music up, alcohol kicked in, then the ladies got their groove on.
One major highlight
Months later, we were still the active self-proclaimed unapologetic feminists/men-are-scum advocates on twitter that no social media troll dared mess with, if nothing, it was increasing my fanbase, most especially my organic
"Lolo, are you sure about this decision to get married?" I asked
"Oh yes, why? you don't want me to get married?" She asked
"I do, it's just....I'll be forgotten" I replied
"No boo, how can I, you'll still have me and those your other friends" She said as she hugged me
"But have you given it a thought? I don't want you getting into something and finding out you can't cope...you know all these marriage stuff"
Even with all the assurance, a certain gloom took over me and I didn't understand
One day I was taking a stroll, then I suddenly felt very weak, I decided it would be best to just cross the road and take a bike back home, just as I got to
I came to much later
"Lolo...how did you know? How did I get here?" I asked
"I'm so sorry" I muttered to the man.
"Doctor" I called out
"Yes my dear patient" the Doctor answered.
"What's wrong with me?" I asked
"how long?" I asked.
"Well, that would depend on how well you rest, & while you're at it, don't think about anything...you'll be fine in no time" They left
I was at the hospital for seven days, it's not like my condition was that bad, in fact by the third day I was fit as a fiddle, but truth be told I enjoyed the attention I was getting from the Doctor, Lolo, her fiance and the good Samaritan, the pampering made me prolong
On the last day at the hospital, I went to the Doctor's office for my bill.
"No, Ben already took care of everything" he said.
"Ben?" I asked
"yeah, Ben, the fella that brought you here...nice young man"
"hmmm" was all I could mutter as I was dazed.
"he's a gentleman"
"I must send his money back to him" I replied
"And why?" Lolo asked
"Hell no Ma, this one is your cross, I saved his number on your phone at the hospital, so call him yourself, but please thank him first before your foolishness takes over"
The rest of the trip back home was in silence, which at that moment was the best because with Lolo's mood, anything else I said could result in my getting the most painful dress down of my life which in turn would make me weep like a child.
I called Ben a couple of times, he neither picked nor returned the calls so I sent him a text thanking him and asking for his account details so I could pay back all he spent on his
Months went by, still no response from Ben, I wanted to believe something had happened to him, perhaps he changed his phone or maybe he was dead, because I couldn't understand the fact
and disappear without a trace, it just wasn't possible with men because no matter how nice they seem, they would always remain scum. I intended to talk about the whole thing on my twitter timeline