By Stephen Ezennwa
I thought we were done;
She said I was gonna miss her; no doubts I did, but this?
No, I didn’t bargain for this, none of this.
I broke up with her over the phone and thirty minutes later she was at my apartment;
We talked it out;
She told me that it wasn’t going to be easy for her to move on;
But she promised me she’d be fine;
I made her promise me that she won’t do anything drastic;
She left with tears in her eyes;
Even at the moment I broke up with her I loved her;
Seven months later, I’m at Kilimanjaro getting myself treated to a nice meal, courtesy of Phay, my new girlfriend;
After not seeing her for so long, She walks out of nowhere looking like she’s been on some strong shit, wearing a pair of boots and raggedy clothing;
Merely looking at her I knew she hadn’t gotten over it;
I rushed over to where she was and gave her a hug;
Phay opened up for one but she wasn’t taking any of that;
She joined us at the table, we talked, ate, laughed just like old times but she carefully avoided talking directly to Phay;
She said it was time for her to leave;
She stood up and told me to look her straight into the eyes whilst bringing something out of her bag;
“Don’t worry dear” Phay said, thinking she wanted to foot the bill.
Still looking at her, she brought out a pistol and pointed it at Phay and asked me
“Is she the reason you left me?”
“I was willing to change for you but I guess you wanted someone else.”
….. Smiling, she pulled the trigger.