This morning as I opened my what seemed like a loaded truck eyes, i felt an horrific headache, the type that could make one not want to move an inch. As i grabbed the small hand mirror my mother had left in my room the night before, i could only gasp at the image of what i was seeing, I thought to myself, this could not be me, was I mugged in my sleep or was I perhaps experiencing a bad allergy or is this part of the whole “going through adolescence”, I definitely didn’t sign up for this! Then it occurred to me, it wasn’t a bad dream, it happened! Tony and I really did break up.

I could have sworn both my heart and the world stopped moving for a split second, I can’t believe this, I’m finally free! But something just doesn’t seem right, I know I should be happy but I’m not, I don’t know what I’m feeling but it’s certainly not happiness.

Tony and i have been together for eight years now, he was my first at everything, he always made me feel i was too lucky to have him.

Tony and i met when i was fifteen, he was seventeen then, he was what every teenager would refer to as “a catch”. I had just resumed my new school after my mum and i moved to lagos where she was to start her lecturing job. I bumped into Tony on my way to finding where SS1B was situated, Tony helped me out and even told me if i ever needed anything or had trouble, I could come find him in SS3D which was only few steps away from our block. And like every other teenager, i fell for his kindness but i knew not to feed my feelings as my mother always warned me against boys, it was more or less like i was forbidden to like a boy.

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