MY JOURNEY WITH HER By Tobe Eze

 MY JOURNEY WITH HER

Please She is not this person 
This story is a fiction. It didn't happen anywhere. Thanks 

I entered the same bus from Nsukka to Enugu with her. It was not a company bus, rather what is normally called “pick and drop”. The bus left around 10:47 AM from Nsukka heading to our destination which was Enugu. Few metres away from Opi junction, the bus developed fault. The driver tried all he could to rectify the problem but he could not. He then pleaded with us to exercise some patience that his mechanic will be there in few minutes. Continue Reading..... 

It was then that I decided to talk to her (the girl I entered the same bus with). I went to where she was, I asked her for her name and where she is from. She told me that, she is Ebere by name that she is from Nkanu. Meanwhile, I was in philosophy three then and I had a roommate from Nkanu. I managed to speak to her in her dialect for I had already learnt little Nkanu dialect from my roommate. She was so happy meeting someone not from her place but could speak her dialect. We became friends and started a long discussion. She told me her background and her academic life and I also did the same to her. She told me that her elder brother was also a seminarian but he left after his philosophy. She told me not to leave after my own philosophy. She further said that her mother has not fully recovered from the shock of his brother who left the seminary. She said I should make effort not to put my own parents into that kind of situation. I told her to pray for the grace, because it is a call from God and not from parents.

I then asked her where she was actually going to. Her countenance changed. She wanted to claim that she did not hear what I asked her and introduced another topic. As a philosopher, i noticed that and followed her own story. But after the story, I made sure I caught her attention and asked her the same question. She then told me that she did not want to discuss that with me. She said I was still a stranger to her. That the little she had told me was because I am a seminarian. What stops you from telling me your destination, do you know if help would come from me? I asked. She told me that she would not be happy to revealing her mission to anyone. That she decided before hand that no one will know about it till she finishes her mission. I insisted and promised her that God will use me to help her since I have seen that it was an ugly mission or situation. It was then that she started. 

I met this guy in my year one and I am in year two now. He was so kind, caring, loving, handsome, and so on. I loved him with all my heart and I thought he loved me also. We started dating and I was enjoying the relationship. The only problem I had with the relationship was that the guy is not intelligent and he was not even ready to learn. Apart from that, it was a sweet relationship. As days were turning into weeks, weeks into months, our emotions were growing very high. We had both protected and unprotected sex at will. We had it time without number. It happened that I missed my period. I expected it anyway. I told him about it and that was the last time I heard from him. I was frustrated, depressed and confused. I did not know what to do. My closest friend advised me to go for abortion which I did not hesitate to do. Though it was a successful abortion, I am still living with regrets. It did not end there. After recovering, that same friend of mine advised me again to move on in life. She told me to join her group to pay boys back for what they do to girls. It was not a secret cult but just a group of girls that make sure that they drain every man that comes across them. I also joined. Now, I am a senior girl in the group the girl (my friend) initiated me into. The group was always there with advice on how to deal with boys. Techniques on how to handle boys and drain them of everything they are made of. A rich guy that falls into our hands must become poor. An intelligent guy must abandon his academics and all sorts of things the group does. The group is not a secret cult as I said but they do more than those in the secret cult. It is unimportant to count how many guys that I have slept with. My problem now is that I have committed three more abortions. The annoying thing is that I am now suffering from a serious sexually transmitted disease and no one in the group cares about my health rather, they advise me to give it to many guys as much as I can. I am dying and they are only interested on how I will punish men with the disease. It hurts me to my bone marrow and I am very furious now. I want to get to the root of this, so. 

My mission is divided into two. One, I got the information about the guy that destroyed my life is living in Enugu now. I am going there to kill him. Two, that my friend that led me into her group that has finished my remaining life is also living in Enugu happily with her husband. I am going to kill her husband, so that she will also have her own sufferings. You are a seminarian but I do not expect you to preach to me now, because I have already made up my mind.

I appreciated her openness to me and told her that I will not preach her to change her mind but I will advice her on how best to achieve her aim. She got interested. She was surprised that a seminarian could say such a thing. It was then that I started telling her stories about people who have gone for revenge and never succeeded and people who succeeded but did not go free and from there; I started the preaching she told me not to do. At that point she was already caught by my stories and she did not have any other option than to listen to me. After all my stories and preaching, she started crying. She said “if I had known, I would not have participated in such an act”. It was then that the driver called us that the bus was good to go. I held her hand and we went back to the bus. She hugged me and told the driver that she was not going again and went back to University of Nigeria Nsukka. Before she left, she repeated to me, “If I had known, I would not have participated in such an act”, she gave me her contact and left.

There are many lessons to be drawn from the above story. Situate yourself in the story and know the lesson you will draw from it. A novice in terms of love, a bad boy, a bad friend, one seeking revenge and so. 

Know it that this is a fiction. It did not happen in any place. Thanks