By: Abigail Wangui Ndegwa
Worth Noting:
- I shun away so many ladies especially at work where ladies would just throw themselves at me. Some of my friends would discourage me as they told me how campus girls change and that she would leave me once she found someone better. I would shrug this off and condemn them for what I termed as jealousy. I prayed so hard that I would never find this reality.
- I introduced Grace to most of my friends and they would all compliment me saying that my choice was top notch. This gave a lot of confidence as I knew that I had nailed it. She was my dream girl and I wished so many times that if this was all but a dream, may I never wake up. I was head over hills in love with her. I really like girls a lot but none could ever replace Grace. She was my everything.
“It was hard for me at first. A part of me was still not convinced that I should let her go but nonetheless, the betrayal was intense.” Evans tells a story of how he experienced his first heartbreak. Evans met Grace when she had just joined campus. “ By the time Grace was in her freshman year, I had already graduated from the University and I was in my third year of employment. I met Grace through a friend when we attended a CITAM Business breakfast forum in CITAM Valley road.
I had been invited to the business forum by my friend Victor. Victor and Grace were childhood friends and so when Victor introduced me to Grace, I developed interest for the young lady. I gaped at her. The way she talked, the way she walked, the way she dressed, her smile, everything about her seemed so perfect to me. I did not break my gaze even for a single minute. Grace on the other hand could not keep herself from smiling. Her spirit was buoyed and her face sparkled with joy. It was also very hard to read her mind as she portrayed two different characters. Half of her seemed to like me and the other half seemed not to give a hoot. I took her number and I remember telling Victor that evening that I had found a jewel so precious. A jewel that not even a museum can bid on.
The talking stage was amazing. This honeymoon phase always gave me butterflies in my stomach whenever I stopped to think about it. I remember this one time I took her out on a date to CJ’s restaurant. We were both so lost in the moment such that we didn’t realize as time went by. Grace was this shy girl who would throw a heavy glance at you then pull away.
Whenever I cracked a joke, she would suck in the beauty of her breath then crack up an infectious sound that made me join in. We started dating a month after our talking stage. I was scared at first because I didn’t want it to look like I had rushed anything but provided Grace was fine, the world needed to be okay. I would literally praise Grace to all my colleagues at work, my family members, my bros and almost everyone I interacted with.
I shun away so many ladies especially at work where ladies would just throw themselves at me. Some of my friends would discourage me as they told me how campus girls change and that she would leave me once she found someone better. I would shrug this off and condemn them for what I termed as jealousy. I prayed so hard that I would never find this reality.
I introduced Grace to most of my friends and they would all compliment me saying that my choice was top notch. This gave a lot of confidence as I knew that I had nailed it. She was my dream girl and I wished so many times that if this was all but a dream, may I never wake up. I was head over hills in love with her. I really like girls a lot but none could ever replace Grace. She was my everything.
This lady even got the privilege of talking to my dad. Not even my closest friend had interacted with my dad. We had only dated for one year but my life was an open book when it came to her. She had access to all my accounts, my house, my businesses, all my pins. I never hid anything from her. To me, she was my perfect match. Grace was in her third year and I had promised to be patient and wait for her. She was worth it.
I knew where Grace lived and so one day I decided to go and surprise her. Victor and I went shopping. I bought her so many things varying from clothes to dry foodstuff to drinks, to accessories. She used to live in certain bedsitters that were owned by the MCA of that region. Grace had no idea that I was going but I was sure she didn’t have a class then. Victor went ahead of me as I found a place to pack my car. I unloaded the shopping from the boot and entered the building. I saw Victor coming down the stairs. His face was pale, his hands were trembling and his voice was shaky as he spoke to me. He told me that Grace was not around. I still wanted to go inside but he kept pushing me away. A few seconds later I see
Grace running down the stairs and she is calling out Victor’s name. Victor at the moment is pushing me towards the gate. Grace sees me and immediately she stops. I am left in a certain conundrum. By then, the neighbors are peeping from their windows. Grace walks slowly to where I was, tears flowing down her cheeks.
Can someone please explain to me what is going on? I asked them. Before Grace could utter a word, a younger gentleman comes running down the stairs and calling Grace love. I was so shocked. I asked the dude to stop calling my woman such names. My blood boiled with rage. Grace was now sobbing saying she could explain. I dropped the shopping bags I had carried and headed for the gate. Grace followed me but Victor stopped her. I had never been so embarrassed in my life. She did me the worst. I could not believe it. I had given her everything , literally everything. I made sure she never lacked anything and yet she chose to treat me like that. I had been taken for the biggest fool.
Grace was the biggest mistake I had ever made in my life. It took me months to get over her. Grace tried reaching out to me but I just couldn’t stand her. She even made plans with Victor on how she could get me but all efforts were futile. I will never see her the same way again. My father once told me, life is like a stream of water. You can never touch the same bit of water in the stream once it has passed. You only have one chance in some circumstances so if you mess it up, you might never have the chance to change it. These words have always stuck with me. With everything I have worked so hard to achieve, I cannot read a novel twice especially when I know how it is going to end.”
Written by: Abigail Wangui Ndegwa
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