As I lay on my couch,I put on my television set only to see the funeral of the man i onced loved.I realized love is more a tragedy than it’s a blessing at times.
Umar is a handsome young man,that will catch anyone’s attention,even if you eyes were closed.
We met on a hectic friday afternoon,I was coming out of the lecture theatre looking stressed and worn-out,then I saw this charming young man checking the bill Board,I couldn’t help but wish he was mine luckily for me my beauty caught his attention,we got talking for a while and we both departed to our various destinations.
After our first meeting,we met again just waving and saying ” hi” to each other,until this faithful afternoon after waiting for hours at the school park,a good Samaritan offered to give me a lift home and the good Samaritan turned out to be Umar,we talked,laughed and looked at each other eye born to eyeball and that was how we opened a new chapter of a new love story.
We were the best lover ever,every lover around wanted to be like us
We laughed,fight,hold hands,creaked jokes and rest on each other daily.
Until this forturnate day that brought an unfortunate history,I went to my hostel to relax,suddenly a bang on my door sents a sensation of a warior facing his death through my skin.On opening the door,I saw Umar oozing of liquor and clearly has gotten himself drunk to stupor,I was devastated “Umar how can you be this drunk? “What has gotten into you?He replied,”chantel am sorry ” am a cultist and I have an operation to perform…a horror of fear ran through my heart like a poisonous food through a Child’s belly,I was too scared to run.The only thing I remembered was waking up with an excruciating pain all over my body…then I released I might have been…
To be continued.