When I was going to watch ball at exactly 8:30pm I saw her, to me she might be waiting for someone, I wanted to greet her but one thought in me said I shouldn’t so I ignored her and left.
The match was an interesting one though they won Liverpool that I was supporting so I left the venue angrily.
Upon reaching that same spot I saw her again as at exactly 11:30pm but this time she looked tired and weak covered with duvet in the front of one shop shivering.
I stared at her for close to 30seconds… then I said to myself this girl needs help. Hello who are you? I asked. The question brought her back from deep thought but she was afraid to speak. You don’t need to be afraid am a good guy… but she reluctantly responded to me “Hi” with a suspicious look on her face 🙄 which explains if she should trust me or not..
What’s your name? Instead of answering she stood up and took off the duvet… her eyes were like that of a cat, her teat were pooping on the cloth she wore like AK47 in the hands of a bokoharam, her shape is what modern fashionist would call that of a model.. her gluteus Maximus (bottocks) is what we call uko venza in Igbo language, omor see beauty I said to my self. My name is Comfort… My name is Comfort! Oh am sorry, that was when I got back to myself.. you really need help, Yes I do she said but why will I trust a guy am just meeting for the first time? She asked, well not all guys are evil as you may think.
I don’t want to make her too uncomfortable so I didn’t asked her what Happened.. I served slice bread and tea immediately we got home. She ate as one who have not eaten of weeks after which she took her bath and slept off… but before she slept I asked her to join me on the bed… she was like you know am just meeting you for the first time.. then I told her not be afraid and held her hands lackadaisically she stood up from the floor where she was sleeping to join me…..
To be continued…..
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