Broken Trust (Episode 1)

My excitement knew no bounds that fateful monday morning,as i got dressed and prepared for my first lecture at the university.

I stood by looking at the mirror,which made me reflect on my life and who i have grown to become. Physically, i was a very beautiful damsel with qualities wanted by every man.my beauty knew no limits as i was could make the toughest of hearts melt cuz of my beauty. Till today,i believe my beauty could be compared to that of “Delilah” who made the great Samson fall.

I quickly applied my makeup and hurriedly left for my proposed faculty of learning.
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I had started amassing lots of friends two weeks later,including male admirers who i had a qreat tinge of hatred for…boys irritated me.most of the boys were even afraid to talk to me cuz of my rudeness.

jeez,I HATE BOYS,infact, the mere thought of anytin that had a tail between it legs qot me irritated, anytime i remembered what i had qone through in men’s hands,sent a cold shiver down my spine.

I chose to forget,bt never forgive as i hoped to one day revenge on the trespasses sinned aqainst me by the so called “men”. Nw,my main purpose to achieve is reading my books and not allowinq any ANIMAL wit TAILS distract me!
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By the way,my name is BECKY,i had finished my secondary school,four years back wit a record of the highest scoring student in my waec result,wit wat nigerians call A1 parallel….na Beans??,my beauty could be equated to my brilliancy,as i was the best qraduating student back then.

Well,we all know how tinz happen in Naija,gaining admission to the university wasnt a matter of brilliancy, probably luck or connections…one thing or the other,was the problem every year,either my course of study was competed for by other students,or my course was changed which i had to differ…

Age was no longer by my side,as i just clocked 20 years last two months,bt i was still very young,needless to say,i wasnt even hurrying to get married..i didnt tink i would sef,cuz of my hatred for men…this year i had gained admission,wif my preferred choice of study..

My joy couldnt be described as they was no unit of measure to my level of happiness.

Little did i know,what the future layed in store for me..

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