Stories By Hope

   She shut up immediately and stared at me then. An awkward silence filled the room. “I know you think it shouldn’t bother me but it does…I’m in love with him.” I continued. The tears I’d been struggling to keep back in decided they’d had enough and began to roll down my cheeks…slowly. “We went to Vegas as just friends…or should I say, employer and employee, then came homes as lovers. I mean, he asked me to be his girl and I agreed. It was official.” Kendra still stared at me, concern on her face. I bet she was wishing she hadn’t forced me into talking. My tears rolled down faster. “I was excited, I was even looking forward to telling you about it. I wanted to come home straight from the airport but he asked me to stay the night with him. I agreed. I mean, it was just one more night to savour being together…alone before he goes back to work and get all caught up.” Kendra decided then she had to say something…or at least do something. She pulled me into...

So I ran… Out the door…out of the house. And I didn’t stop until two streets after. I hailed a cab and got in quickly. “Banjo street.” I said. “Na one thousand ma.” The cab man replied.    That was outrageous! My apartment wasn’t far enough for that amount. A bike man would have taken me there for just 200 and people complain about bike price beingreally outrageous…but I didn’t care. I just wanted to get home, away from Daniel and his messed up situations. I felt too young to be dealing with stuff like that. What was that stuff people said? Live. Love. Be happy. How did that have to do with my situation, I don’t know, I just know it kept ringing in my head then. Nothing was going to make me unhappy, nothing was going to make me not live life…a good one at that. Not even Daniel.     The cab pulled up at my apartment and I paid the cab man. Good thing I had my purse with me when I left. Good thing I had Nigerian Money in it. ...