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 victi...
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