Lets look back at what just happened. I dumped Blessing. In cold blood, I executed her feelings for me. I took her down and freed myself. Not just from her, but also from my payments. All of them were done now. The last installment left me with enough money to continue with my studies. But it left me homeless, and loveless. Once again.
I was on my way to meet Blessing when my friend called me. I pressed the button on my Bluetooth earpiece to answer the phone and not get in a car crash.
"Hey. Yeah. I left half an hour ago. Sorry, I just bolted out of the front gate as soon as the lecture was over. Hmm? No, I took a day off. I have a date with my girlfriend. Yeah, the one I told you about. Blessing. We'll probably go to a club and get wasted."
Then I heard my friend mentioning that 'A1' was looking for me. I changed the topic Immediately to the upcoming cultural festival. After I hung up the call ten minutes later, I heard another beep in my ear. It was the call I had been avoiding for weeks now. I knew I had to deal with it sooner or later. But I didn't want Blessing to find out about it. Thus I decided to hear her out one last time.
"It's running out, Madonna," She spoke as soon as the call connected," We're in a pinch. Your friend is in a pinch."
"Please, give me a little more time," I pleaded.
"I'm afraid, that won't contribute in her cure."
"C'mon! I gave you more than 4 million dollars! I'm sure doctors can make something out of it!"
"Are you justifying why you'd not fulfill your promise, Mad Kitty?"
"Don't you dare call me that. Only she can refer me by that name."
I heard a laugh from the other side. The same obnoxious laugh that I had heard plenty of times earlier.
I knew it would end the similar way it ended with Priscilla.
"The number, give me it."
It came down to that once again, just like always.
"1.55," I said.
"Wow, that isn't bad. I'll take 2."
"2 Million dollars? How will I whip so much in a small amount of time?"
"Well you will have to be creative now, don't ya?"
I heard a long static tone after she declared her demands. I knew I had five days to magically make $450,000 in the next five days. And that thought only meant one thing.
Liquefying my share in the company.
Blessing would be mad.
I'd have to leave her, just like I did with Priscilla.
How many more times will the hammer of fate come down upon me.
I tired my best to hold my tears back and made a call to London. I sold all my shares and handed over my part of the company back to their owners. I got $519,362.88 out of it, enough to fulfill that bitch's demands. I knew I had went behind Blessing's back and did something like this, but she'd understand why I did that.
But I wanted to tell her why I took those steps. I had to make myself the bad person so that she can
resent me. I mean, it was natural right? With a hefty salary of $2.07 Million in 20 months, no wonder I did all of this money. No wonder I was a gold digger. No wonder I used Blessing to move up the ranks.
I wanted to make sure that she could antagonize me. That will become her force to live by. It worked with Priscilla. It'd work with Blessing too.
I took my phone out more last time and made the call.
"Hello?"
The connection was poor, but I could make up what she was saying," He* **ddy! Can **u *ear me?"
It hit me that it was the last time I was hearing her voice in this context. She was eager to talk to me. She was looking forward for me to come home. It had been so long that we had sex. My college and work, when did all my priorities shift?
""Blessing? I can't hear you. Can you?" Please god, make the line clearer. I want every word coming out of that woman's mouth to be loud and clear. I wanted every second I spent on the phone to be memorable. Normal every day talks were the most precious ones.
"Mad, I *ant hea* y**. H**lo?"
"Hold on!! Yes, hi. How are you Blessing."
"Hey. I'm good. Where are you? You were supposed to be here ten minutes ago."
I could hear her voice without cracking. I could hear it loud and clear. She sounded happy. I was relieved. She was looking out for me AND scolding me. I'd miss that.
"Yeah, I'm sorry. My car broke down."
"Well hurry up now or you'll be late for work."
I was nearing home anyway, so I thought we'd settle it right now. So, I said," I have taken a day off from work. You do the same too. I'll be at home in two minutes."
I hung up and gunned the car. I had one thing in mind: My chequebook and account book. I needed those documents to withdraw a huge sum of money. Thus, I rushed to reach home, or the place I knew as my home.
I screeched my car while parking in front of our house. I exited the car and rushed to get in the main bedroom. So I swung open the two doors that stood in my way. I had one target in my scope and I didn't want to stop before I had my documents with me. That also meant that I had to ignore Blessing who was standing in the kitchen waiting for me. It took every fibre of my body to avoid turning in her direction, but I was successful. I entered the bedroom and locked it behind me. Next, I started going through my documents. The pile of papers in my drawer did not help the case. I hurled lumps of notepads and envelopes when I heard knocking on the door. I ignored it and went back to task at hand. Finally after two or so minutes I found both of my required documents sitting at the bottom of drawer. I pocketed it and proceeded to exit the room. then I realized. There are many ways to hurt yourself or any third party at home. And if that is something Blessing could resort to while experiencing emotional distress, that'd be really bad. What I was about to do was not any better. but it didn't result in fatality right away. I myself needed to survive if I had to make this payment.
I took another piece of paper and wrote down the nearest place I could think of. It was a club. I knew the owners, and it'd be easy to buy three hours during daylight. So I inscribed the name and time on the piece of paper and stuffed it neatly in the envelope. But the biggest hurdle was yet to pass.
I opened the door and saw Blessing in the kitchen. I walked up to her and tried to hug her, but she jammed her elbow in my stomach. Thinking nothing of it, I pulled out the envelope and gave it to her. then I bolted through the front door. I called the manager of Black Caffeine and booked the whole place. I specially requested him to bartend for us, giving him specific instructions regarding Blessing and alcohol. He was not going to give any kind of beverage to her until I left. And after that, he'd make sure Blessing reached home.
Thinking back to all the factors in y strategy, I sighed deeply.
It had finally come to this.
I had to be strong once again.
And then, I'd have nowhere to be, again.
I hope I never see you again, Blessing, because all I can bring to you is pain. it has become habitual of it to follow me and affect my surroundings like a parasite. And I could not see you getting pushed in that hole. Not for my sake at least. So, I'd make an enemy out of myself. So you can have enough hate for me to make it your life force.
Its better to live with hate than dying of self-deprecation.
And so, with all love in my heart…
I hope I never see you again.