You know that word called fate??well it just has a way of catching up with you totally no matter where you are or think you're at... and that's exactly what happened to me.
I was young, rebellious,naive, desperate to be free from home,my parents were divorced and my dad just decided to always be on my neck each time,I was just a girl,I wanted to travel the world with my boyfriend or boyfriend's (I made sure never to date one guy at a time)I wanted to go to clubs and come back anytime I wanted,wear designer dresses,make any hairstyle I wanted,in entirety,I just wanted to live as I pleased...but when you're born into the home of The Adedeji's, you practically can't live as you please.
My father was a pastor,my mom was a firebrand,I was the first child and was held to certain standards especially since I had two girls and a boy as my immediate youngins,I had to be the perfect example and that was where the problem started from...
I was under so much pressure to be good that I blindly ran away from home,I say blindly because I had no idea where I was going to,I had only been told what it would look like so imagine my surprise when I ended up in a ghetto deep in Abuja,the supposed friend I was hoping to squat with had lied to me,I was devastated but I couldn't go back,my dad would kill me...so I stayed.
I couldn't get a job so I joined the "street" hustle as we called it but in reality it was prostitution,I smoked,went out and came in when I pleased,ate what I liked,I was practically living the life all the while estranged from my family but God bless my mom who never gave up on me,I'm sure that's why I still tried to be decent even though I lived waywardly., someone could say it means same thing but trust me it doesn't.
I loved boys,fine,tall,dark skinned,big thrusts we're all that mattered to me not even the pocket, which was why when Samuel came with the love talk I accepted immediately,he was cute,tall,a very good kisser,he literally knew how to create rythm with his tongue,penis and hands,that was all I wanted because I was working,I didn't need him to take care of me, although he convinced me to stop work after some time and I did because I felt I was in love,I started having issues with my roomies cause I wasn't bringing money anymore,I was literally feeding off them but at night Samuel would take all my worries with his penis,we had sex everywhere,the public bathroom,the bed(mind you 6 of us lived together plus one of my ex who I only dated for 1 month)the sex was that good, issues with my roomies got worse then he moved me to come squat with his friend who he was squatting with, I was crazy in love I didn't mind.
Samson was Samuel's friend and he got me a job but apparently it was for me to be feeding both of them,I'll work during the day,fuck Samuel at night,then go back to work the next day,my life was chaotic but who cares,I was in love.I never sent money home,I gave it to my man who had my pin and ATM card with him to do as he pleased,so imagine my shock when he said he was breaking up with me.
I couldn't believe my ears,I called my mom over the phone,I cried so hard,I was devastated, heartbroken, hurting but Samuel didn't care,I didn't even have any where to go cause all my former roomies had all moved out of the house we were sharing before I moved out,thanks to the girlfriend to one of Samson's neighbors who took me in,I moved from destitution to a little bit of comfort.
Yes, Katampe extension was paradise compared to where I was before, I met a lot of high class girls who were into big-time "hustling" and they upgraded me,we met the big men,went to the biggest clubs,partied till dawn,came home with cash even without getting undressed,I was finally able to afford things I wanted without stress,I stayed away from relationships though,I had learned my lesson.But surprisingly I didn't "hustle" as hard as the other girls,they were always out while I only went out weekends and ladies night,I had specific clients I attended to, the thought of different men lying untop of me every night still scared me,but life continued until I met John.
He was from Edo state but based in Zamfara with the family,they had a family business there.He asked me to visit him in Zamfara and I was skeptical at first with stories of kidnap everywhere but one of the girls who was my close friend advised me to let love in again.I agreed and travelled to go see John.
His family was receptive,sweet and loving but John seemed to struggle with personality changes, still I traveled to see him for the second time in February, for Valentine's day but I didn't expect what I met,John took the transport fare his dad had given me to go back with without telling me and I had to take a loan while enroute Abuja to pay my fare.This was after we slept in the same room for a week without a word from him, even till he dropped me at the bus park, till today he never explained what happened