After flexing my youthful age and going around with men far older than me, it dawned on me I wasn't getting any younger. my aunts words kept ringing deep within me. I pitied myself at this point because i knew where my nonchalant attitude had placed me.
It all started in my university days, I wasn't the best student in my department, but i tried hard not to carry-over any course. I never had all that i wanted as a student, I was still struggling with the little life presented to me.
I had a room mate who always had everything at her disposal, she never complained of not having anything. I was curious at some point, so i decided to ask her. All she asked was 'are you ready?'. I didn't know what that meant so i asked "ready for what?".
Two weeks after we had this conversation, she stocked the room with new furnitures, the kitchen was filled with food stuffs and I really was determined to "be ready" at this point, so i could make more money as she did. When i approached her again, she told me she had a sugar daddy from Dubai who sent her $300 every weekend. I was excited at the money per weekend, but not with the "sugar daddy".
I had always promised myself not to get involved with a married man...my late mother was a victim of a husband snatcher, was openly told by young lady in the presence of my Dad that she is his lover. These words caused my mum a heart attack, my dad stood doing nothing as my mum slumped.
She was admitted in the hospital and chances of her survival were very little. She died after 4 days, I couldn't count the teardrops that gushed out of my little bright eyes. it was then i promised my self not to mingle with any married man.
But now considering what Mary had said, I considered changing my mind. But come to think of it, this same thing killed my mom. What should i do, who should i run to when i need financial help?...it can't be my dad who eloped with that prostitute, I had no one I had to fend for myself. I walked to the class block with many thoughts and finally concluded to join Mary.
It started well, i did all she asked me to do, and I got more money than i expected for a start. This period i was already in my finals at school, I defended my project and graduated with a second class lower. I went full time into what i did, I lost my womb due to several abortions, I was down as i know i wouldn't give birth being the only child to my late mom. I had lost it all, I lost everything i ever cherished, I lost my dignity in the society, I lost the respect from my juniors and parents used me as an example to their stubborn children.
How will i get a husband of my dreams with the way i am?, It was obvious i was ready for a life without a husband...afterall my dad wasn't a good husband to my mom.
The society didn't discriminate him for what he did to the poor woman, instead they applauded him because he was one of the top famous men who commanded whatever they wanted with their money.
I had to face life, i took up myself from the crumbs i was and i prayed everything went back to normal.
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