A warning is meant to make someone aware of impending danger. But somehow we humans tend not to heed warnings, as we are so filled with anxiety.
My name is Bisi and I'm a student at the University of Lagos studying Theatre Arts. Which is a beautiful and interesting course. I was able to raise some money to stay off-campus, even though my parents refused to let me stay off-campus, but to stay in the school's hostel. Well me and my friend, Simi lived together, and we shared everything.
You know that feeling, having your close friend with you. Yeah! Simi and I talked about everything, the boys, family issues, career development, and even sexual feelings too. Though Simi wasn't in my department, that didn't limit our bond.
Simi has always been complaining about the secret midnight calls I have been receiving and also my constant chatting with my secret admirer, having to neglect my daily reading. So I decided to tell her who my secret admirer was.
I told her I was in a long-distance relationship with a man, who lives in Abuja and we both shared special chemistry. She was angry with me for keeping such a thing from her, as she expressed her anger with questions filled with hard feelings.
"Where do you know him from? What is the name? How well do you know each other and do you trust him?"
Now I'm left to choose which question to answer first. Her curiosity was so high but mixed with anger. I understand it was my fault for keeping it a secret from her. So I asked her to calm down, as I explained everything to her in a way to satisfy her curiosity.
One night I told Simi about my recent conversation with my secret lover. He wants me to come to Abuja to spend a week with him as he had made arrangements for my flight ticket.
"Are you sure of what you're doing?" Simi asked.
"I don't know, but I love him and I'm eager to see him."
So I was shocked at my response trying to figure if I was in my right senses.
"Do you know what business he is into? Have you discussed this with your parents?" She asked.
"Yes! He's into importing and exporting. And telling my parents would be a terrible idea. That's why I'm telling you"
"Isn't that dangerous, what if you get lost or missing?" She asked.
"Nothing like such would happen. Just cover up for me, please"
"Fine! I would help you but on one condition."
"What could that be?" I requested
"That when you get there you would call me in the morning, afternoon, and at night," She stated
So I agreed with all her conditions.
The next morning, she escorted me to the airport, where I took a flight and landed at Abuja airport. In the airport, I searched for my secret lover, hoping to see him. But I didn't know he was in a wheelchair, maybe because of an accident. I was shocked at the first sight, but still, my love for him didn't change or fade.
My secret lover came with three bodyguards, I guess he is a highly respected person. But I wasn't happy he didn't let me know about him being in a wheelchair. He welcomed me and took me to his mansion. And that made me feel like a queen.
After a few days, I noticed some strange acts and behavior in my secret lover. His clothes, we're always having blood stains on them and each time I tried questioning him about it, he refused to give me a reply.
One night, he came back home, with his bodyguard, and they were all soaked in blood. He just neglected my presence and went straight to the bedroom. This time I was curious to know where the bloodstain was coming from. What has he gotten his hands into? So I paid a private investigator to do some digging about him.
They found some dirty news about him that he kills for a living and sells human parts. I was petrified as I heard the news. "How come? He lied to me, now I need to leave here" as my mind was pondering for a solution.
That night, I confronted him with the report I got about him. I looked into his eyes to see if it was true but he just couldn't deny it. And he said to me, "Bisi, where do you think I got this money in my present condition? A lottery? Uh! Look you have found out about my secret and you're not going anywhere"
Hearing those words sent fear into my body. That's was when I understood that " all that glitters are not gold" but he never knew of an escape plan I have set that night and I have called my friend, informing her about my current situation
So in the middle of the night, when they all had fallen asleep, even with the guard, I took my handbag and some money, leaving those fancy clothes, as I sneaked out of the house beer footed. And running, as if I was being chased, not looking back. Where am I running to? I don't, but I'll run as far as my leg can carry me. Run for my life. Run for safety.
the end
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