How are you doing?
I don’t know if you are as fed up as I am. This pandemic is really something to worry about. But let’s put aside our worries, I have a gist for you. What do you think about this discrimination of a thing?
Yesterday morning, I decided to pay an old friend of mine, who lives at the next street, a visit. Remember, I’ve been home for the past four months, my make up kit has been idle, so it was a golden opportunity for me to paint all the ‘paintables’.
I applied my pancake thoroughly, in fact, if you were there, you would think I was going for a wedding ceremony. I dressed up, dusted my handbag and took off for the journey to the next street.
As the usual charming babe you know, a black Jeep passed by me, I felt someone was staring at me, but I decided to pretend as if I noticed nothing. The driver stopped and I passed by, with my ears widely opened like that of a hungry rabbit. I knew the guy would call me. Meanwhile, I had stolen a glance at the handsome guy from the side mirror.
“Hey, babe,” he called, just as expected. I reluctantly looked back and my facial expression was like; “Yes, what’s that?” In a stern manner though. He doffed his spectacles and offered to give me a ride. You should trust me, I quickly jumped in.
I was so excited. “I’m finally going to pepper that my Ex” , I said to myself. I noticed his face was familiar, but I couldn’t recall ever meeting him anywhere. So I decided to ignore that feeling. We kept going, remember my plan was to visit a friend in the next street. We had a nice conversation, he was just as excited as I was.
I never knew the boat would capsize, see what happened next.
With the manner in which this guy was staring at me, I felt as if eyes were plugged on me. I pretended as if I was fine and ignored everything.
“Nhykie!” I heard.
I thought it was my imagination, but I was really wrong.
“Do you remember Frank?”
I travelled in thought, I could remember him.
I met Frank about two years ago when I was still in University. He was desperately in love with me then, I loved him also but I had one other rich and handsome gentle guy, whom I perceived was in the same caliber with me.
Frank was a mere photographer, who had no studio while his rival was a rich civil engineer. I was blinded by his wealth and desperately in need of love, so I gave in to the civil engineering guy who promised me heaven and earth.
Things would have been fine, but my last conversation with Frank then, spoilt today. He requested for a chance to have a conversation with me, before finally taking his leave. We fixed the venue to be a garden on campus. I was expecting him to say something else, apart from love, but all he did was confess his feelings for the last time. My ears were shut, ever since he mentioned love. But one last thing he said was;
“If you lose someone that truly loves you, it may be almost impossible to recover from it”
His statement actually got me thinking, but I tried to conceal the emotions.
“I don’t care about that anyways, what matters is love and money. I can’t love a poor guy like you, what should be my hope in the future?” I walked out immediately after saying this.
This was the event Frank reminded me of. He took me on a tour to my inhumane attitude towards him. I had forgotten the statement I made then, but the receiver didn’t. He told me that my insults and attitude motivated him to be where he is today. And for me, here I am, with my rich engineering boyfriend, now an Ex. I shamefacedly alighted from the car, I kept blaming myself for ever accepting the ride. But, truth be told, I was at fault. I chose money over love.
That was the end of my journey to the next street. Till next time, stay safe!