WOMAN NARRATES HOW HER EX BOYFRIEND WHO IS NOW M∆D COMES TO HER GATE TO ASK FOR FOOD
WOMAN NARRATES HOW HER EX BOYFRIEND WHO IS NOW MAD COMES TO HER GATE TO ASK FOR FOOD
I pray my husband never finds out that I dated this man before.
I dated this particular guy Daniel yabo just after I graduated from university, while I was waiting for my youth service. He was a very intelligent, nice-looking guy. He had graduated before me, and everyone in our area looked up to him as a big brother — a brilliant guy.
While we were still dating, he travelled to Lagos to look for a job. Even though he was far away, we kept in touch. Then suddenly, I lost contact with him for over 3 to 4 years. His line was no longer going through.
I tried reaching his elder sister, whom I knew then, to ask if he had changed his number. You know how men can be funny when their level changes — they can start behaving funny. The sister told me he was fine, but she refused to tell me the truth: that the guy was already mad and in a psychiatric hospital in Lagos.
After they had tried everything to cure him and every effort proved abortive, on the instruction of his father, his elder brother was asked to send him back home. They could not let him be roaming about on the streets of Lagos.
By the time he returned from Lagos, I was already married with two daughters. He was locked up for a year while they tried their very best with traditional help to cure him. That also proved abortive.
After every effort failed, they had to let him loose. The great guy we all knew then was now roaming the streets our town again. Only few people like us still remember him as time passes.
Each time he was coming in my direction, I used to hide. I did this so many times one day, I ran out of luck. It was 2pm, while waiting at the gate to receive my daughter from the school bus, when this guy — whom I thought had gone far — appeared out of nowhere. I couldn’t escape it. He called my name. He was still very jovial, just as he used to be. He still knew his sanity.
The next thing that came out of his mouth was, “Anthonia, do you remember the back days?” I was broken and shocked.
He said, “Find me something to eat, I beg. Thank God I see you ooh!”
I went inside to bring him eba and vegetable soup. He ate and thanked me. Ever since then, he comes to my gate to knock and ask for food. Even some of my neighbours have started giving him food too.
What astonishes me a lot is the boldness with which he calls my name.
The knocking on our gate has become too much, so I have discussed this with my elder sister. I don’t want my husband to know about this. She was shocked at how Daniel Yabo was still able to recognise me.
What do i do please advise 🙏🙏🙏🙏
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