#4

#4

I’m not crazy, I didn’t over react, I mean if a cousin you trusted so much did that to you, you’d probably do the same or you’d die. Anyway I didn’t die, my therapist called me a “Strong Breed”. My parents tried their very best to make me comfortable. One thing I realized about myself is that; no matter what happens to me, I’d never give up. I’m not like those girls that would spend several years nurturing a broken heart.

Well, a semester after I got back to school, everything was going good. It was like the rape incidence boosted my intelligence x_x. my grades flew ehn. Anyhow sha,  life continued, I met my fake roommate *the gianomous one*. She knew what happened and encouraged me, I was too happy so I couldn’t wring her as planned. We became friends sha, but my hot roommate remained top on my mind.

My 200l roommate was the best thing that happened to me, she made sure I was okay; whenever she went for her outings, she brought several things for me gave me money and made me retain my reputation in school. I introduced my roommate to my mum, because we were more or less like sisters.

The following week, while I was having siesta in my room, my roommate called for a discussion and I listened. She started by saying “once again I’m sorry about the rape incident, and it seems things have been falling in place for you. I think it’s the way God planned your destiny.” At this point I wanted to slap her, but at the same time I wanted to know where she was heading to, so I just “chilled”. She continued “those times I went out and brought stuff for you and  said they were from my mum,  I lied.” *I’m like uhn, this girl is starting another Ashton Kutcher charade*. I let her speak, “since you’ve been raped/dis-virgined this is the right time to let you in, I give myself to guys for the luxury and since you’ve lost it, you owe your mum no explanation, are you down?”