I sensed a change in her. She was distant. She didn’t reply to my messages the way she used to. She could leave my messages hanging all day and when she had to respond, she would give me a one-word reply.

I asked what the problem was. She told me she was fine. “Rosemond, I know what fine is and this isn’t fine. Tell me what the problem is.” She insisted she was fine so I left it at that.

I sent her a message in the morning and she didn’t respond. In the afternoon, I called her phone. She didn’t pick up. In the evening I called her phone again and she didn’t respond. I started getting angry. Maybe jealous. “Who is getting this girl so busy that she doesn’t even remember about my existence?”

Around 10 p.m. when I hadn’t received a response from her, it dawned on me, “What if there’s something wrong with her? You haven’t heard from her all day and all you can think about is cheating? Get off your high horse and go and look for her.”

Before I set off to her house, I called her phone. She didn’t respond. That made me more scared. I hopped into a moving taxi and went to her place.

Before I got to the entrance of her house, I saw a car parked in front of the house. An oncoming vehicle threw a light into the car and I saw a silhouette of a man and a lady in the car. I kept moving until another oncoming car threw a light from behind the stationed car. I saw the people in the car clearly. The lady was my girlfriend.

I got closer and called her phone. I saw the screen of her phone lit up in the dark car. She didn’t pick up. She saw me standing there. I was determined not to cause a scene so I stood there for over two hours and through it all, Rosemond saw me.

The car’s engine turned on and the headlight flashed my face. She stepped out majestically, saw me and asked, “What are you doing here?” She didn’t even stop to ask the question. She kept moving toward her door. The car honked and she waved at the man inside.

I didn’t say a word. I turned back and went home. My heart was bleeding but I kept telling myself, “Keep calm, the son of a warrior. It isn’t the end of the world.”

I was expecting a call from her to explain her behaviour or at least lie to me that it wasn’t what I thought it was. It’s been eight days—no call from her and no message from her.

Brothers and sisters, I’ve been served a hot breakfast. A year and a dozen of I love yous couldn’t do it. She belongs to another man. I won’t lie. It’s been tough for me. I’m going through the hardest time of my love life. This is my first heartbreak. This thing is tough.

This morning, I was able to eat small kooko and Kose after going food-less for days. I believe I’m healing. A light has gone through the crack. It shall be well again.

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The fact that I’ve dared to share this story means what was broken inside me is slowly mending. When I’m finally back on my feet again, I will be careful of this thing called love. It’s sharp. It cuts and you bleed. It’s not for kids.

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—Son Of A Warrior

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