mistakes ladies continuously make

Tear ladies shouldn't cry out…..

I met  him today and that automatically made him a total stranger to me. I was running an errand for my mom when he stopped and asked me my name. I told him that I am called Stephanie but my friends calls me “steph” for short.

“ it was a good name for a pretty damsel he told me and I blushed.

He asked for my number and I gave it to him without thinking twice, and that was unlike him. “I wasn't in a hurry to leave so why did I act so cheap in front of him, I questioned myself after he must have drove off.

That night he called to check up on me, and that he also did the next morning. The difference being that he asked me to pay him a visit in his house. I didnt know the force that carry my butt off the chair I was seated. The next thing I saw was me going into the bathroom with a bucket of water meant for me to shower. I dressed up prettily into a very pretty yellow top and blue jeans to visit the stranger. I was acting like someone that they were manipulating with African vooda somewhere in a corner but I didnt care. All that was in my mind was the fact that I was going to see the handsome face that enticed me the day before. I didn't know anything about the stranger other than his name and university from which he graduated from.

He called me when I arrived at the bus stop that he told me and then was scanning the whole environment for him but I didnt see him. I could recall him telling me on the phone that he was  standing at the junction, so at that time everything felt strange to me.

Then I called him and he told me to give a bike man my phone so that he can tell him where he should bring me and that I did.

Less than five minutes later we were at his junction and there I sited him coming out from his gate. He was meant to pay the bike man  50 naira but he didnt have any there, so he told me to pay the driver and as soon as we got into his compound he opened his car and handed my transport money back to me.

We went inside his house and the place was beautiful but cozy, the curtains were closed. We went inside and I saw him trying to act friendly with me….at that time I was getting un save and scared.

He felt my uneasiness and so cushioned me to feel free, that he has no intention of hurting me at all. He handed me his ipad to watch his pictures and I refused but he insisted that I should check them out. I wasn't in the mood to watch pictures so I swiped each picture fast and he noticed that I wasn't feeling anything, so he took the ipad from him and tried entertaining me orally since I didnt want to eat nor drink anything.

To make me feel more at ease, he opened up his movies folder and there I realized that he must have had a boring life just like myself. He had a lot of movies in his phone and most were cartoons. It was the second time I saw a guy that loved cartoon so much…. He pouts his mouth like a baby and acts like one too…. But that is when he wants to. The other times I saw him as a control freak who will do nothing else other than trying to control the hell out of me.  While I was watching the movies I discovered myself feeling relaxed and comfortable. He was also checking out the movies inside my phone and then we exchanged movies and I prepared to leave but I decided never to go to his house again….

Lessons for the day..

His house was small but enough to contain him and all his numerous properties but not a  space for me , neither did it have enough room for air to come in. the place was so quiet and I didnt notice the presence of his neighbors throughout my stay in his house.

What if he was possessed by a spirit of rape and eventually he mistakenly grabs me and screw the hell out of my cervix, what will I do? Who will I call? And who will hear my voice. Okay eventually after the rape and I come out to narrate the ordeal I passed through in the house, who will believe that he raped me. They will all think that it was mutual. I will be the one to go home with heartbreak, shame, regrets and diseases if he had any.

I realized that I took a big risk by visiting a stranger without bringing guards, and of all places his house…..who does that , I wondered.

If I was raped, do I deserve to shed tears  or lament, I questioned myself…..instead I brought the curse upon myself…..i cried and prayed that I and my ladies don't ever make this kind of mistakes  again….