THE REGRET

I live to regret the day i met the man called Emeka. If the hands of the clock would be turned clockwise I will make things better.

I came from a Godfearing and a humble background were I was the last born of three. My parents made sure I have all I needed despite living in penury.

After my second year in school,I met this guy at one mall in coalcity state who introduced himself as Emeka. After the introduction, we exchanged contacts and that was how the whole thing started.

Emeka was a final year student of the department of law. During week days he will consistently call to check up on me and that was how I started falling in love with him. He showered me with lots of gifts and I was moved by his love overtures.

One fate morning on the 14th of February which is Valentine’s day, Emeka visited me in my hostel and decided to take me out on a date which I reciprocated immediately. Without wasting much of his time I rushed inside the house, dressed up and was ready to go, I hopped inside his car and he drove off.

He took me to so many places, showered me with gift items, I ate and drank to stupor. Emeka lodged in a hotel and carried me to his room where he took advantage of me.

When I woke up I noticed some changes in me then I asked him whether he had sex with me, he accepted and gave me reasons why he did so. I never regretted ever sleeping with him because I loved him so much and the money was there.

One month later,I started feeling some pain in my abdomen and I didn’t see my period for that month so I went to the hospital for pregnancy test. When the result came out it was positive. I was happy because it was Emeka that got me pregnant. I took the result to his house and in surprise I knocked at his door and he opened his door and welcomed me.

After our discussion, I decided to let the cat out of the bag. I told him I didn’t see my period for the last one month and I went for test and the result was positive. Immediately, Emeka rose up and started shouting at me, laying all sorts of insults on me and asked me to go and look for the father of the bastard am carrying. I tried to explain but there was no room for explanation. He pushed me out of his door and slammed the door on me. I broke down in shame and started weeping profusely. I thought he loved me so why doing all this thing to me I said to myself. I knocked and knocked but he didn’t open the door for me again. What do I do now, I said to myself. if I should go to my parents house with this pregnancy my father will cut off my neck so I thought of the next option. I called one of my girlfriend and narrated the whole ordeal to her, she accepted me to squat with her till I deliver my baby.

After 9months of my pregnancy, I put to bed and it was a bouncing baby boy. Whenever I look at the child I became more angry because of the result of what my boyfriend did to me which he rejected. I suffered to raise my child up and ever since then I hate men and everything that looks like them..

Moral lesson… Don’t allow materialism to take you away from achieving your aim in life. All that glitters is not gold. It’s not how bitter cola sounds is how it test.

Always be contented with what you have and that prince charming man will locate you.