For the first time in a long while, I had someone who admired me. A young guy, my age. It felt refreshing—new. I kept it a secret from Faith until the day he asked me out.
And I agreed.
I needed a partner.
He invited me over to his house, and I stayed for five days. Five days that felt like a dream.
He was everything I thought didn't exist—a man who wanted love, not just sex. He made me happy, got me things without asking for anything in return.
I thought I had finally found something different. Something real.
But reality has a way of mocking dreams.
On the fifth day, I finally left, expecting him to miss me, to call, to show that my presence meant something to him.
But instead? He snubbed me.
Like I had never existed.
Anger and pain boiled inside me. I tried to reach him—chatted him from different numbers, desperate for an explanation. And when he finally responded, his words cut me deeper than a knife.
"I'm no longer interested."
Just like that.
One week. That's all it took for him to discard me.
I was confused. What did I do?
Desperate for answers, I reached out to his younger brother, who had always admired me. He hesitated at first but then told me the truth.
"I don't know why, but he said you don't do house chores."
I laughed bitterly.
First time meeting, and you already expect me to be a wife material?
The pain didn't last long. I had tasted pain before. Nothing surprised me anymore. I kept it as a little secret and moved on.
A few days before my birthday, I noticed Faith had been begging her lover to take her back.
The sight disgusted me.
My girl, begging for a man?
It was like a personal disgrace to me.
I told her, "Stop this nonsense. That guy has too much pride. He doesn't love you—he only used you. Know your worth and move on."
She got angry. She stopped telling me her secrets. But I wasn't bothered.
I knew everything going on. I was too smart.
Then, I found out she had run to Theresa—the same person who got her that man—to beg on her behalf.
Theresa agreed.
And like a fool, I watched them both as Theresa pleaded with the guy to take Faith back.
Shame burned in me, but I said nothing. I remained silent, observing like a stranger.
Then, suddenly, Faith came running to me, beaming with excitement.
"He forgave me! He's coming over to see me."
I smiled weakly. Like a coward.
The day her 'cute' lover arrived, I was chased away from her room. She was desperate, eager, tightening her legs just for him.
I wasn't bothered. But her character? It disgusted me.
He came. And when he left, I walked into her room.
And there, lying on her bed, was another used condom.
I laughed bitterly.
"She claims to be wise in the midst of girls… she calls herself 'the chocolate no man can taste.' But tell me, how can chocolate remain untouched when so many mouths have already tasted it?"
That day, I avoided her. Pretended I Knew nothing.
The next day, Faith came to me with a new goal.
"I want an iPhone. I must get it."
I said nothing.
Then, she continued. "I'm meeting three guys today for sex—$30 each. I'll save up for the phone."
I smiled.
Then, I told her, "This is see-finish."
Her face darkened. "Meaning?"
I leaned back, looking at her. "Even if I wanted to sell my body, men would put a price of $300, even $500. But look at you… Men have seen you finish. That's why they price you so low."
She was furious. Stormed out of the room.
I felt bad. I hated telling people the truth.
But I was never bothered.
The next day, Faith snubbed me.
I snubbed her back.
I didn't care.
She became tighter with Theresa and Beauty. She ran to their room, gossiped about me, about people.
I never minded.
But the hatred between us grew too strong to ignore.
Our friendship?
Completely broken.
And I didn't feel a thing.
I locked up and stayed alone.
The day of my birthday arrived.
I wanted no one to know.
I wasn't happy that day. I didn't even like my photoshoot. I just locked up.
But a neighbor who knew wished me well. He asked for my pictures, encouraged me.
So, I shared them.
And then I noticed something.
Theresa and Faith didn't post me.
Didn't wish me.
The only one who did was Beauty.
And then… it hit me.
I had posted for them. Celebrated them. Wrote beautiful words for them.
And when it was my turn?
They ignored me.
I felt real pain.
My birthday was ruined. I cried. My so-called friends didn't wish me well. I had wasted money on photoshoots, on outfits—for nothing.
But life wouldn't end.
That night, I went to Queen's house. She was alone, and the night was dark.
I decided to sleep over.
I shouldn't have.
A small misunderstanding turned into something ugly.
And then Queen did the unthinkable.
She shouted at me.
Her voice rang through the air, her words slicing through my chest.
"Never should I see you in my house again!"
I froze.
Disgraced. Humiliated. Eyes swollen with unshed tears.
The same Queen who had stayed with me for months.
The same Queen who ate my food.
The same Queen I helped get accommodation.
I stood there, silent.
The tears fell inside, not outside.
I blamed myself.
For being too scared to be alone.
For trusting too easily.
I gathered courage. The night passed.
And by morning?
I left.