I'm Dayo, a graduate of Engineering, but I'm now currently in the labour market. Of course you know that the country's economy is no joke.
I know it is quite uncanny to see a guy who owns an actual Diary, I mean the idea felt almost gay to me at first, but hey! I guess there are just situations that you did like to share with someone but just can't.
Permit me to express myself, no matter how vulgar my expression may appear along the line.
Well... It all began on the 4th of may, I had fumbled with my phone for a while, after which boredom soon led me to my Facebook page. I accepted all my pending requests with none particularly getting my attention.
I stared at my pictures for a while and for a moment I wished the number of likes I actually had for a shirtless photo or just any casual photo was actually the same generosity with which I got jobs.
A polite hi soon popped up, I decided to ignore at first, especially since I'd be dealing with a 'she'. Well my point is "I know women", the chats usually start casually, then it slowly moves to, how pink they think my lips are, something about loving my light complexion then straight to addressing the elephant in the room, usually in the order of "do you have a girlfriend... Dayo?"
Well, this girl was obviously different, for one, I thought she was pretty from her profile picture, and being used to the fact that I was addressed as cute most of the time, I decided to play tough for a while but the bottom line is, we fell in love.
Our first meeting left me breathless, I mean, seeing her in person actually made me feel like she wasn't actually photogenic, her real life form was stunning!
What a beauty! I thought for the hundredth time, and when we found ourselves in my apartment alone, well I realised that life is hard, and so was I! As I got down to business with Ada.
I woke up few minutes later, right beside her. She was still sound asleep and I even felt she was more beautiful with her eyes closed, thus I took my laptop as I continued my job hunt. This time I was more dogmatic, as I now had motive... Yes! If I was going to keep this stunning Angel, I might as well get a stunning job with a stunning salary!
She woke up, some minutes past 7pm and like a toddler bitten by an ant she screamed. The complaint hidden by her exclamation was inaudible at first, but getting close to her, well... It became loud and clear.
My uncle is going to kill me! She said repeatedly as she hurriedly dressed up, and without saying another word to me she rushed out, totally ignoring my pleas and offer to take care of her transport home.
A few minutes after 9pm,she sent me a message saying she was sorry. And then she asked me to come get her from the main junction of my street. I was overjoyed.. Wow! She was going to spend the night, so I was that good huh!
I rushed to the junction to get her, and lo and behold, I met her in the company of some men, I'm Sorry! She said in a whisper, before pointing me out to a middle aged man whom I believed was her uncle and saying, "that is the young man who raped me!"
Saliva immediately dried in my mouth, as I recalled that her consent was fully given before and during the act, I mean, those rhythmic screams of hers during the whole ordeal sounded really consensual to me!
But the real fear came few minutes later, when my rights were read to me in a poetic form and I was arrested. I had no idea why Ada would ever have done that to me and when my pain had reached its peak I soon blurted out "what a Judas packaged in the form of Delilah"...
A rich uncle of mine, Uncle Dapo soon bailed me out of my prison cell the next day and the case was to be charged to court. My Uncle didn't say much, which was a surprise, but really not as surprising as the texts I got from Ada. She told me she was sorry, and pleaded that her uncle had put her up to it.
"I had told him the truth" she texted, "but he really doesn't like the fact that you are yoruba, a few persons from your tribe had offended him, I'm really sorry that you had to be the sacrificial lamb, I really do still love you."
Our first day in court soon came, and as I walked in, she silently pleaded with me with her eyes. However the hours that followed was quite torturous, as I listened to my lawyer and hers bombard each other with Latin maxims, dictims of different renowned judges and so on... For a case that could simply be Turned around by the truth...
Dear Diary, I thought I knew women, but as I prayed for the case to be ruled in my favour, I discovered that I didn't know them at all... In fact dear Diary, I didn't want to...
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