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If love was this sweet how come my taste of it is different ,it was one heart break after another for the past six years from the twenty six I have spent on earth ,my name is Ijeoma Obodo ,a graduate of economics from the university of Benin and I had a good job with an auditing firm. Until I met Johnson Okon ,I had thought all men were heartless and wicked and just want to take advantage of my curvy body and simplicity. But all that changed when I bumped into Johnson some few months back.

That day, I was coming back late from work in a frantic frenzy to get home early ,I was carrying some foodstuffs which I intend to do justice to that evening, cooking a nice soup and do a tasteful collabo with eba then enjoy the rest of my weekend at home watching movies from my p.c ,but all that turned sour when the garri I bought was caught by Johnson's car keys at the busy ring road, the polythene bag burst open and the whole basket of garri I bought just started streaming down ,with red eyes I looked at my garri and then looked up to see the fool who could not keep a sharp object hidden in his pocket ,but when i looked up, i saw a young dark handsome face on a well built body and ,he was wearing a T-shirt and a jean but all that didn't matter before I could say the next word ,he muttered slowly “I am very sorry ,pls let me pay for that ”, he pointed at the already spilled garri ,out of anger my reply to him was “really?”, and I stormed pass him heading towards the buses that normally go towards ugbowo ,as I still lived in the apartment I rented during my school days. I never knew he was following till I came down from the bus when i alighted close to ubth and I saw him come down from his Lexus 330 jeep and I waited as i knew he was coming to apologise better, he came closer and after ranting and cursing himself for spilling my garri and repeating how sorry he was, we had a little chit chat that was how my love life saw a new turn. Though he was a year younger but the love we had was one that knew no bounds ,he was a chemical engineering graduate from UNIPORT ,currently working in benin with pepsi-cola and he showed me all the love and care I had been deprived of the past few years, he was my hero, my jack, my everything and after three years of dating ,he popped the most awaited question every young girl hopes to put an end to their life of being a spinster.
And when he did I said yes, consenting with all the happiness and pride i could muster and just like every fairy tale his personal business blossomed ,he went to see my parents in Anambra and a date was fixed, he later on bought me a new Honda accord car to boost my quick movement around the busy roads in the city of Benin.

Until one faithful day while I was coming back from work,driving on ekenhuan road back home after I went to collect some audit documents from a sick co-worker I was listening to patoranking's wedding day, it was barely two months from the traditional marriage, I got a call from one of my friends who just heard the goodnews of my marriage ,she was a coursemate and a friend back in school ,we were having a conversation through my Bluetooth speaker on the car connected to my phone and one split moment I saw a young girl trying to quickly cross the road ,I was not really on speed and tried to make a swerve and all I remembered was a scream.....

My supposed marriage was yesterday and I just finished discussing with Johnson as I angrily threw his engagement ring at him because he tried persuading me going abroad for surgery and rehabilitation so I can get walking again as the specialist doctor had suggested, because am currently sitting in a wheel chair and yes, the marriage was post-poned indefinitely and i feel God should have allowed me to die in the accident instead of this shame and pain. Though Johnson has been supportive since the accident I still think I'm just a burden to him, he should move on and let me think of the next step in my life, which is obey my parents and Johnson, go for the surgery as the doctor suggested or drink the whole caplet of valion 5 and sleep on to never wake up, mind you i have a suicide note already and this thoughts have been with me for some time now, i have been nursing these feelings the past few days......
............LIFE IS NOT FAIR and I don't know what to do??

Sometimes the pain we feel are enough to pull us down and break us, but the only solution to pain is either you allow it put you down or you do something about it ,and as they say in waff town “do something ,before something do you” and that something is never suicide, its HOPE, it's what keeps us going never give up HOPE.

PEACE.

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