DIARY OF A SINGLE LADY PART 3

This particular episode of heartbreak was so extreme, that I lost track of reality. I didnt know what iIwas doing again. I packed my things and said bye casually. I sang over 300 christian songs trying to cover up the pain. The concept called university and love was unveiling itself to me now clearer and the element of trust was lost completely.

Thinking of this particular event again on my birthday caused me a new form of pain. It became even worse when Auntie Feza mentioned the neighbour, another Yoruba boy I thought!!! never. I've had enough experience with them and it was over. I told my Auntie that all i'm thinking of right now is how to make money. We walked into the courtyard with a glass of wine each and i gave her Bunmi's experience.

Bunmi was another example of a good person. he is an element of responsibility. a product of a professor as a father and medical doctor as a mum. I met Bunmi the day he lost his job. banks were retrenching and he was a victim. I was in my final year. after femi's episode Bunmi was the next yoruba boy i was a casualty to. He offered me a ride which i took with all pleasure. this time i now was a little wild. I knew what guys wanted and i was ready to offer to whomever i please. if you like me you are in trouble cos my mind has lost love. we started talking as he offered to go drop me in school , a route out of his way. i said thank you as i weighed him if he was worth it. he spoke very good english as he started his sermon. I just  lost my job. I said sorry like what the fcuk. am i supposed to cry? he continued that he was going to church to thank God cos something better was coming. I loved his optimism as we continued talking. somehow we exchanged numbers and we bacame friends. he made uniben his other home as he prided in me.

Auntie, I called uncle gerald to help Bunmi get a job and he did. I loaned him money to buy a better car and never asked him for money because I wanted him to be able to save. he took over me and started building a wedding euphoria in me. Sometime in February that year, exactly two days to Valentine’s Day. I had made preparations ahead of time and even visited exclusive supermarket to buy some costumes that would make sex on the 14th memorable.

 In retrospect maybe I wanted to get pregnant that day because I didnt want mummy to say no to our union. He calls me all sorts of sweet names, he doesnt have to pick calls dodging somewhere. he doesnt lie, athletic and careful in spending. In short he was a smooth criminal

    February 12, was a day I will remember for a long time to come. I was in my so called fiancé's apartment all day because I was typing my project. I was to submit chapter one and two the following week. I got bored of academic work so I decided to browse the internet and chat with friends on facebook.

I picked up his modem from the room and tried to open facebook. I noticed he did not sign out and his own page opened. I wanted to close it but I got curious because of the porn pop ups and revelations to come. I decided to read his facebook messages. This would turn out to be the most shocking revelation I have ever received in my life. He had a generic message that read something like “hello princess can I meet you, please add me”.  Once the girl adds him, he would start chatting with her, exchange phone numbers and fix time to meet so they can have “fun”.

    In total there were more than 50 girls he had this facebook exchanges with. One of the girls asked him, why he was looking for a woman so badly, he said because she is very special. he told them where he keeps condom and things in his room. I saw mails from some names I recognized on his phone. People he claimed he did not know. After this, I became so angry.

   I started searching his apartment for anything I might have missed. I saw a lady’s underwear, a packet of cigarette (he claims he doesn’t smoke) and over 100 packets of condoms of different flavors. I started shaking vigorously; my world was crumbling again. How did I not know that he even smokes? Who lies about smoking? I was going to marry this guy! I lost all sense of feeling at that point. Tears was about rolling down my cheeks when I rememered who I was. Tracy never cries again. I was getting confused. What should I do now? I thought for a while as i called dave. In five minutes he sent me a message that would change the relationship between me and Bunmi for the rest of our lives. dave sent it as a mail and i left it on the screen as i left the house, leaving the laptop on.

He closes by five o clock, so by six he would be at home,  I placed my phone beside me and as a ritual it rang just five minutes before six. To my surprise, a girl spoke on the other end of the line asking "are you Tracy" and that changed everything............