Humans of Lagos Episode 12
Everyday after finishing my lunch, I always leave my house for her own house. I will stay with her, help her with her house-chores, and also do our school assignments together. Her siblings would play with me, her mother love me greatly like her own son.
Truth is, I real love her; but I wasn't man enough to express myself to her. As a teenager, I love her just the way my daddy loves mummy. She's this tall girl, while I am just as short like the indigenous cock. She would carry me high up with her hands, in the presence of my school mates. I always love those plays, my school mates did think that we were dating.
She gained admission to the university, while I went to the technical college; and gradually separation started creeping in. Whenever I am away from school on holiday at home, I would visit her house and drop my pictures with her mummy to deliver for her whenever she's around. She would also drop her picture with her mummy for me to pick as well. My love for her won't just die even when we won't see in months.
I even tried visiting her in her school but lost my way, and ran out of cash. I couldn't reach her to tell my ordeal, I had to beg strangers for money to return to my own school. I truly suffered for love, yet I was not bold enough to say it. Her pictures littered my room in the hostel, my female admirers believed that she's my wife to be. Her image gives me smile.
I learnt that in her final years, she married a guy who lectures in her school. She didn't invite me, but when I heard about it I cried bitterly. I lost her because I couldn't air my opinion, or perhaps I wasn't equipped for her pace. But I took solace in the fact that I still have a lot of things to achieve before getting married as a man.
So last year we met again, I saw her with her kid. We hugged so deep, and I wept profusely. She told me about her broken relationship, and I told her about my exploit as a bachelor.
Last month we got married, I love her son like my own. Finally she's mine. And this remind me of the proverbial adage which says;
'The patience Dog eat the fattest bone, without any meat on it!'
Truth is, I real love her; but I wasn't man enough to express myself to her. As a teenager, I love her just the way my daddy loves mummy. She's this tall girl, while I am just as short like the indigenous cock. She would carry me high up with her hands, in the presence of my school mates. I always love those plays, my school mates did think that we were dating.
She gained admission to the university, while I went to the technical college; and gradually separation started creeping in. Whenever I am away from school on holiday at home, I would visit her house and drop my pictures with her mummy to deliver for her whenever she's around. She would also drop her picture with her mummy for me to pick as well. My love for her won't just die even when we won't see in months.
I even tried visiting her in her school but lost my way, and ran out of cash. I couldn't reach her to tell my ordeal, I had to beg strangers for money to return to my own school. I truly suffered for love, yet I was not bold enough to say it. Her pictures littered my room in the hostel, my female admirers believed that she's my wife to be. Her image gives me smile.
I learnt that in her final years, she married a guy who lectures in her school. She didn't invite me, but when I heard about it I cried bitterly. I lost her because I couldn't air my opinion, or perhaps I wasn't equipped for her pace. But I took solace in the fact that I still have a lot of things to achieve before getting married as a man.
So last year we met again, I saw her with her kid. We hugged so deep, and I wept profusely. She told me about her broken relationship, and I told her about my exploit as a bachelor.
Last month we got married, I love her son like my own. Finally she's mine. And this remind me of the proverbial adage which says;
'The patience Dog eat the fattest bone, without any meat on it!'
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