THE STORY OF MY LIFE 3
The story of my life began to take a new drift. The pride disintegrated, the fame surreptitiously swayed away and I became a story, a thing of caricature to all, especially Loretta and her crew. I cried till tears disobeyed its mandate.
Life wasn’t the same again, I started living the irony of the life I had planned right before time.
Most of my girls left me for our current scholars and those that have money. Life just was unfair and unjust to me.
Nevertheless, I made up my mind to regain all I have lost and revenge.
I became more serious with studies but the way our lecturers treat carry over students aren’t just good at all. Can you imagine a lecturer telling us he’s selling carry- over ticket? Insulting us in the class that we don’t have bearing, we lack focus, we are bunch or idiots. The one that pained me most is calling us generation of beggars.
The more I tried to read and concentrate, the more those words kept hurting me.
I tried as much as possible to avoid Dami and other girls because I know they were one of the reasons why I have been misbehaving like Christmass goat. Alyce was the only girl that stood by me and that made me to love her the more but you know, love wasn’t what I needed then but how to regain all what I lost.
Just as we were about to start exam, Precious came, telling me she was pregnant for me and that breaking news broke me into two.
I forced her to get rid of the unwanted visitor and she did, knowing fully well it would be hard for her to continue her education with a child.
After the exam, I carried the two courses I carried before again and you know, my life was never the same. I became angry with myself. I hated myself, I hated the school, university to be precised and I hated the lecturers more.
My life became an empty books without an ink, a soft leave floating on the surface of uncertainty of the sorrow of tomorrow.
TO cut the whole story short, I managed to convocate with a second class lower, with a bouncing baby girl from Victoria as my own degree and that was the main reason why Alyce left me. Right now, I am still at the mechanic shop, trying to fix my motorcycle, business must continue.
Don’t even ask me about my mother, it’s a story for another day.
And this is the story of my life. Pleasure is sweet but the end thereof is destruction. Only those who stick to the right path shall have a successful story to tell.
Till I cross your path again-
I hang my pen 🖋
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