THE PAIN (True life story)
The rain started small, just tiny drops hitting the zinc roof.
I sat by the window, watching as the sky turned darker.
I didnโt move, didnโt blink much. The pain in my chest wasnโt the type a doctor could cure.
It had been two weeks since Damola left.
Two weeks since she looked me in the eyes and said, โI canโt do this anymore.โ I had laughed then, thinking she was joking.
But the way she picked up her bag and walked out told me it was real.
I replayed our last conversation over and over.
Did I do something wrong? Was I not enough?
I wanted to call her, but pride held my fingers back.
Instead, I scrolled through our old chats, looking for a sign, a clue or anything that would explain why she left.
My guys tried to cheer me up. โForget that babe, plenty fish dey outside,โ Mark had said.
But I knew the truth; I didnโt want another fish.
I wanted Damola. Her laughter. Her stubbornness. The way she called my name when she was happy.
I sighed and stood up.
My heart felt heavy, but life wouldnโt wait for me to heal.
I picked up my phone and did something I never thought I would do.
I deleted our chats. The pictures. The videos. Everything.
It wasnโt a solution, but it was a start.
The pain would still be there, but maybe, just maybe, one day, it wouldnโt hurt as much.
The end.
If you can relate to the kind of pain I passed through, kindly share some in the comment section ๐
mtn is ripping all of us off
i usually connect my main phone's wifi to my second phone hotspot, and the second phone keeps track of how much data i use
before i went to bed last night, it showed i used a little over 4gb, so i turned my mobile data off because i've been noticing some criminal attitude towards data consumption lately
then i woke up this morning to an sms from mtn saying i used 6.2gb
@MTNNG please, where did the extra 2gb come from? ๐