Have someone ever betrayed your trust in them at some point in life? I guess if one is looking for some stuff that is capable of causing an emotional hazard, betraying ones trust I think houses it all.

Betrayal

Trust might take so long to be built, but only a moment to be destroyed. A fact I know about trust is that, when betrayed, might take a fortune to be rebuilt and if it is thus rebuilt its foundation might not be as rigid as that already collapsed.

Permit me to share an experience with you, just to get a clearer view and feel of trust when betrayed. Put yourself together then try to read with optimum concentration, that’s all required for my story.
Betrayal Story

‘’It all happened some years back on a Sunday afternoon. At that time, I was in JSS 3. On my home from church, I ran into some of my hood friends, five of them to be specific.

After exchanging pleasantries, they told me that they were on their way to Emeka Offor Plaza there at Onitsha Main Market to buy a phone and that they did like me to come along with them.

I told them I couldn’t because I had no money on me. They all assured me never to worry myself as they got me covered, saying would take care of my transport. My brothers and sisters, that was just how I didn’t get home but followed my so called friends to Emeka Offor Plaza.

When we got there, the plaza was closed. We came across some security men around, who asked us to go home ,that the plaza don’t open on Sundays.

On our way back, we got to Upper Iweka and boarded a bus that was heading to Asaba. I and my friends were so carried away, chatting, laughing and singing inside the bus as we journeyed home. I was having fun and seriously enjoying every bit of it.

The joy was short lived because immediately we crossed the Niger Bridge; the bus conductor started the collection of money from passengers. My friends paid theirs, so as other passengers too.

Suddenly, the conductor stretched his hand towards me in a manner that says, ‘give me money’. I calmly told my friends to give him money and they all pretended they didn’t hear me. By this time, the conductor was getting so impatient.

‘Boy, give me my money now, you’re wasting my time’, the conductor thundered at me. ‘My friends are going to pay you’, I replied as politely as I could. ‘Who are your friends?’, he fired, even more angrily. I pointed at my friends and said, ‘please you guys should stop this joke, give him his money. The conductor now turned to my friends demanding for money.

‘Why are you asking me for money’, one of my friend said while addressing the conductor, ‘or haven’t I given you that of mine? If you know anybody seating on your vehicle and hasn’t paid you, do well to ask them for your money. Please I beg not to be disturbed again’.

I couldn’t believe my ears when I heard that, though I still kept my mood cool, as I still believed very much that my friends could be joking.

‘Guy, if we get to Asaba and you don’t give me my money, you won’t like what am going to do to you. Idiot, you haven’t got no cash, yet boarded a vehicle’, the conductor shouted at me, breathing heavily as if he would pounce on me that minute.

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