They promised to spend their life's with you, but In real sense, they actually meant to make promises to spend their life's on bed, with you lying beside them all through the night and having good sex. These men where all the same. I hated them all. They stroked your hair to comfort you, because they want you to stroke their erected manhood when you get to their bedroom. Dayo had opened my eyes to things beyond imaginations. How I ended up saying yes to Alex is all still a wonder to me. Such men didn't deserve my respect. They didn't deserve my time. They deserved death. They didn't deserve to live.
I was not always like this. No I wasn't. I was a soft caring and emotional woman. I hardly even got angry. I was meek and gentle. Always smiling and trying to make others happy. I was once one a romantic person. One who truly loved with her heart when she does. That was how I was with Dayo. He was the only man to enjoy that good part about me. I was willing to do anything to make him happy. I cleaned and washed his clothes when I was free. I spent on him when I had the money. I bought him gifts when I came across anything I thought he would love. I visited and spent the nights with Dayo. I warmed his bed whenever I noticed his hard and erected manhood standing in full bloom like the morning sunflower.
I only had a problem. And that was my anger. I was always quick to anger. It had been a problem and a challenge I had to face ever since I was a child. Guess I had anger issues. But everything subsided when I met Dayo. Whenever Dayo annoyed me, my anger vanished even before I could express it. Dayo had this way he handled me. He had this magical way of shutting my mouth close and melting my anger away. He was gifted with sweet words. He knew how to use them well. Dayo was just like a poet - a very good poet who would not waste time to sing love songs to my ears when ever he notices my anger.
Dayo's best author was Shakespeare. Dayo loved to read every Shakespearian novel that came his way. He had a library full of Shakespearian books. No wonder he spoke so fluently. No wonder he never lacked those sweet words to tell me whenever I was angry. Every lady would fall to Dayo's sweet tongue. I was one of those ladies. I was one of those ladies who craved for his comforting tongue. His eyes were so sexy and soft. They found a way to my heart even before I complained. Sometimes I wished I never looked into them when I was angry. There were times I really wanted telling Dayo off. There were times he did things that really pissed me off and I felt like pouring out my heart out.
But before I did any such things, he was already there, staring at me with his soft eyes. His babyish looks and cute smile.
Dayo was the only one who never felt my anger. He never saw me blow up at him. Maybe because he knew how to handle me even before I reacted angrily to things.
But my anger grew worse after my break up with Dayo. My anger flared up at every little things. I became wild. I became like a warrior. I didn't wait to throw insults at any man who tried to woo me with words.
There was nothing new to me after Dayo had left me. Nothing. He had shown me all. He had stolen my heart and taken it with him. He had shown me so much love to an extent I felt Dayo was meant for me. But then, just like Judas, he betrayed the love I had for him with a last sex.
Dayo was the reason I hated all men. Dayo was the reason I despised love. Dayo was the reason I spent three years without meeting a man. Dayo was the reason my anger had increased beyond control. Dayo had made me a crazy woman. He had made me a mad woman dressed in clean clothes. He was the reason having good sex with another man had become a big crime. Dayo was the reason Alex was going to loose his life at this minute. Alex was going to taste the piercing blade from the black knife. He was going to die by my own hands. "Alex… Alex where are you? You bastard. Come out!" I thundered angrily with my knife held firmly in my hands.