As I was walking down the isle with him that saturday mid day, my heart was filled with joy beyond measure. I looked at the faces of the gathered congregation, most of them were beaming with smiles and looking at me. Maybe they are all admiring my beauty, maybe they are looking at my gown, yeah Ken could afford it. Maybe the ladies aren't looking at me but at ken. He is very handsome and muscular built and we ladies love muscular built men. I searched enerstly till I could spot my best friend, Angela. She is the only person that knows the true me, she knows my story my history. We were so close that people thought we are sisters, friendship bond two unrelated individuals together. I have come a long way to be at the place I am today. I have struggled to become who I am today. I have searched the nooks and crannies of life for personal freedom, in search of real love, in search of knowledge, in search of wealth. I have found knowledge and knowledge has given me personal freedom, I have found real love in the person of Ken and Ken I am sure would give me wealth. It is like I am killing two birds with one shot. I have really struggled to be someone good enough for somebody like Ken.
When someone sees me, especially an outsider. By an outsider I mean someone who isn't as close to me as Angela is. The person would think that I have always been this lucky, the person may think that I have the world under my feet. The truth is that I have never been this lucky, in fact I have never been lucky at all. I have been so unlucky that Angela had mapped out a day to always fast and pray for me. In her own words, 'spiritual breakthrough is what you need, what deals with you is beyond physical.'
I accepted what she said about me, not because I like being so negative but because fate has never been smiling on me.
I lost my parents at a very tender age, so tender that I did not get to see them. Apart from one old picture of their wedding day, I do not have any image of what they look like. The picture showed an handsome young man and a woman that should be in her late twenties. She was holding a clover of flowers in her right hand and she is being held on the left by the handsome man. She was wearing a white Lacy material,a white low heeled shoes, she had a small crown on her black hair, the hair was well packed in a professional manner. She was visibly excited and happy. Who wouldn't be on her own wedding?
The man was wearing an all white attire, white three piece suit, white shoes. He looked happy too, he was looking like a man that has everything he needs. A contented man. That is the only knowledge I have of my parents. The picture makes me understand how we give values to items. To me, this picture is the most valuable thing I have. I console myself by believing that so far this picture exists, my parents would never grow old. The picture depicts a young happy couple. So the picture may some day become so old and crumpled but the people in it would forever remain young.
I grew up in an orphanage in Edo state, there we are well taken care of and also well dehumanised. The matron makes us to understand that ones key to survival lies in his/her ability to be very obedient. Being obedient in that orphanage entails doing everything you were told to do by your superiors, the good, the bad and the very ugly.
At the age of twelve we were taught the art of sex.
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