I was waiting for her to leave so that I could clean myself up and do a few chores around the house, but no, she didn’t look like someone who wanted to leave. I was getting uncomfortable before I knew it, she was asking, “Where is the utensil? I want to make us some breakfast.” My face changed. I was not very happy. Adults do this and move on like nothing happened, so I don’t understand why my own wanted to be different. I told her, “Come and be going, we don’t know each other, so you do not have to cook for me, please.” she refused

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“I don’t understand, what do you mean we don’t know each other, we do,” she answered me. ”

But, we were only drunk.” “But I told you all you need to know about me, so now we are dating.”

It was at this point I knew if I didn’t be firm, I was going to have a big problem on my hands, so I said everything mean I knew. It worked. Before I ended, she was picking her bags and leaving.

She was a stranger at a bar I met the night before. It was a Friday night and I decided to go and drink the week off at a bar. It was a long week, I was tired and needed to exhale. The night was lovely that evening, there was a live band, and enough drinks on our table to last us through the night. I was glued to my seat and I staggered to meet her. She too was on the dance floor. We were both heavily drunk and I didn’t know what I said, but what I remember is, we started dancing.

The next thing I remember was, “I love you, marry me,” saying love things. She was saying them back to me. I don’t know if it is imagination but there was a glittering in her eyes too, like she meant what she was saying. “I have a child too,” I said. “Oh okay, that one is not a problem,” we were still dancing. I told her I don’t have a room and no money too and she smiled. I’m sure that is how we ended up in my room.

Truthfully, I didn’t like the way we ended things. It was abrupt and I am of the belief that we did not fully exhaust what there could have been. I did a bit of searching here and there and got a contact, where she stayed. That was one weekend too. I dressed up clean and nice to go and visit her. The aim was simple, have a clean conversation without the influence of the alcohol.

She didn’t seem too happy to see me until she saw the Melcom bags I had come with.

Some hours later, it was dark, and our clothes were scattered on the floor while we were still in her bed. I wanted to leave but she decided against it. “You should stay, we can talk since you already came here to talk.” It made sense so I agreed, lifted the blanket, stretched my long legs and slept some more.

It was around midnight when we heard noise. It was not coming from another house, it was right in front of her door. Fear gripped me so tight. She too was scared, she was even trying to push into my side of the corner of the bed, while me too I was trying to find a way to enter the corner. I don’t know, I think in my head I could create a hole in that wall.

Then the person started whispering and calling her name out from the window. I saw the way her face dropped. She knew who it was. I didn’t. She went back to sleep. I couldn’t. I was tapping her. “Go and see who it is.” “Forget about him.”

It was her baby daddy. I had met him before, memories from that night are blurry but I remember him well enough to know he could hurt me. Now I was wondering who sent me, why I had come here. I was even thinking of what people will say about how I died. “He went to visit someone’s girlfriend and was beaten to death.” Such a tragic tale.

It took another loud banging on the door for her to wake up and attend to him. The lights were still off at this point. The lady asked why he was doing that and he said he was here for his belongings. “I bought them for my child and you are sleeping on it with some man.” She was even arguing about who told him. He said he was here for his things. As I was lying down, my prayer was one, “God, though I’ve sinned, but save me.” He came in, she switched on the lights, and there I was in all my glory, still under the duvet whispering prayers to God.

“Get up from the bed.” At once, I got up. I didn’t argue or try to face him, no. Who born dog? He took the mattress away and I had the duvet on my shoulders with my hands on my waist. I was confused and traumatized.

I was packing my dressing off the floor when he entered again. This time I saw his face clearer. “Where is my tool bag, where is it?” She pointed at it and he walked out again.

It’s Not God’s Law For A Man To Apologize To A Woman


It was late at night, I was still shivering small, I wanted to leave but I couldn’t. I should have been thinking about my life but I was rather asking her questions. By then she was looking for a mat so we could continue sleeping. “So all the men in this world and this is whom you chose to do life with? This monster?” She couldn’t look at my face. I refused to sleep. I sat down, and at exactly 4am, I packed my bags.

She was also awake and asked me, “Then it means you won’t call me again?” I too asked if indeed she still had something going on with the guy and she said no.

Now she was apologizing, saying it won’t happen again. I told her, “Give me some time to carefully analyze things, because I’m even ill from the shock.”

I’m confused now. After everything I saw, do you really think I should go back? Or should I just count my losses and leave? I’m asking genuinely, because right now I don’t trust myself to answer that.

—Wudu

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