This week’s story comes with a teaser for our dear readers. These days, many ladies are treated the same way like this narrator. But she will like to know why. Do you have the answer?
My experience can be likened to abandoning someone who cannot swim or paddle a canoe in the middle of the sea to weather the storm. Divine providence took me out of the vicious cycle that I suddenly found myself when the man that I trusted so much dumped me like a piece of rag.
Tanimola and I were very good friends in secondary school. Our first meeting took place during a monthly youth forum organised by one of the old generation Pentecostal churches in Lagos.
It was not love at first sight. He was good-looking. Built like an athlete and hairy with a well-groomed beard adorning his chin, his baritone would make any lady melt like wax.
Tani, as I fondly called him, was quite caring, protective, and expressive. Sometimes people took his outspokenness for rudeness and arrogance. I held him in high esteem because he displayed a level of wisdom and spirituality that I thought deserved respect.
It was not long before I concluded that he was my dream man.
Finally, both of us left secondary school and gained admission into different higher institutions. We both studied accounting. But he settled for a part-time programme at a polytechnic, while I moved on to the university. He had to work while studying in order to cater for his basic needs because his parents no longer fended for him.
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