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I was dating this girl before the company I was working with transfered me to the East for a suppose 5years. While I was was there, i constantly keep in touch. I at least speak with her 3times a day over the phone. While on some weekends, i will take a night bus 2 Lagos on....
Friday evening to return on Sunday evening and I will practically head straight to the office on Monday morning from the park. After a year and 3 months to be precise, she called one evening and said she was tired of long distance relationship and that I should forget about ....
I jump on a night bus the following Friday, lounged in an hotel (I was always in an hotel because I didn't want my parent to know I was in Lagos) and had to beg my friend to persuade and bring her to the hotel and had to plead and pet her and we were back on track........
Before I accepted to go on transfer I confided in her and she accepted I should go. Left for me I was ready to quit the job and get something else doing even when i was still saddle with the responsibility of paying her fees from first year to her third year and even after the...
Transfer, I was still paying her way through school....love ehhh......and then, finally, after 7months of which have been to Lagos as usual 6times in between she sent me text saying she has moved on. That was the last time I could reach her on phone......
The line was permanently switched off and I tried every other means to reach her but could not.....mehnnnn I was miserable.......to love is to make sacrifice and I paid with my last coin, but never again.....
After 2years, and 3months. I received a letter form the head office in Lagos that my work there was done and I had to return to Lagos...before then, I already applied for a month leave which was approved together with the letter to return to Lagos.......
A day after I was in Lagos.... I immediately started a stop and search mission when I ran into her friend who accepted to take me to were she was only if I promise her I won't let her know she was the one who led me to her.....sharperly, I comply. On getting there,
She (her friend) showed me the house from afar and also describe the the door to knock. Like a roaring lion, sped into the building and knocked on the exact door as I was told....and behold she came to check who was at the door with a big tommy. She was pregnant........
The longest minutes of my life. I was glue to the floor. I couldn't go in neither was I able to go back...finally my foot were loosed and I have to leave. At this time I was already soaked with sweat. I dashed into the street and her friend was still around waiting for me......
She ask we seat out in the nearest bar to tell me what actually transpired. That was the first day I tasted alcohol and I drank to stupor. She got pregnant for my childhood friend, who refused the pregnancy and took off. All I knew was that I found myself at the hospital.
While i was at the hospital, she was rushed to the same hospital while she was in labour.( I too get conscience). After her delivery, she couldn't afford the bills and out of pity not for her but for the Innocent baby, I had to pay. And before I left the hospital.
These, were my last words to her. If I had ever done you wrong in any form, only then will you live free but if I haven't you will come and beg me for forgiveness on your kneels......and guess what, she came begging not just kneeling but also rolling on the ground..
Its took me years to get over the trauma......and when I finally did, starting a relationship has been by far the hardest thing to do. ever since My life has been work, work and work and when am not working am indoor. This is my story.
Its amazing how have been indoor since last night, glue to my phone..reading every of the comments, laughing my head out with tears in my eyes.
In the midst of all this tomorrow being 12th of March is my birthday and I don't know what am going to do.
