"Once bitten, twice shy." That's what they say. I had made the mistake of being fooled by a girl once. And the consequence? It nearly cost me my life.
Since that time, I resolved to always use a long spoon whenever I dined with the devil. No more blind trust—especially not in girls. Well, except maybe the one I’ll marry… which, of course, I’m still searching for.
But enough of the vague talk. Let’s get back to business.
You remember the "angel" I promised to tell you more about? Oh, you don't? The one who saved my ass from that brutal beating? Ah-ha! Now you remember her? Good.
Can you believe that since that night, I haven't seen her again? I know what you're thinking—was she a ghost or something? Well… I can’t say for sure. But she did give me her phone number, and we've been talking and chatting ever since.
Yes, she’s beautiful, kind-hearted, and an epitome of fashionable elegance, but I wasn’t about to let that fool me. I kept my guard up, careful not to fall into the same trap as before.
There's a Nigerian proverb I love: “If you wake up one morning and your cock begins to chase you, you must run, because you may never know if it has grown teeth overnight.” Funny, huh? But that was my motto.
Still, I couldn't just push her away because of my past. Not all girls were the same. I had to give her a chance. After all, even Siamese twins aren’t completely identical.
We started having long conversations over the phone. The details? I can't reveal everything. But the long and short of it is—I wanted to see her. Preferably at her house. My mission? To thank her personally. Her answer? Quite simple: she was thinking about it, and if I was lucky, I’d get my answer early in the morning.
Wow! What a girl. I spent the entire night rehearsing what I would say, my mind running wild with possibilities. I was so lost in thought that I barely slept.
Morning came. A message from my “angel” woke me up. The excitement jolted me fully awake. Her text read:
“At 11 a.m., there will be no one at home.”
A golden opportunity! I wasted no time. Took my bath, had breakfast, and got everything ready. By the time I was done, it was 10:30 a.m. I set off immediately, eager yet cautious.
She had given me her house address, so finding it wasn’t a problem. At exactly 11:01 a.m., I arrived and knocked.
Silence.
I knocked again. And again.
Still, nothing.
Ah! Where could she be at this time? Had she forgotten our appointment? But she had said there would be no one at home by 11 a.m.—
Wait a minute.
Or did “no one at home” include herself?
My heart sank. What was I thinking?
The gate was locked. The windows were shut. Not even a lizard stirred in the compound. I stood there, confusion creeping up my spine. Was this another deception?
I pulled out my phone and reread her message over and over again, hoping I had misinterpreted something. Should I call her? Should I text? Should I just walk away and forget about her?
As I stood there, debating my next move, something strange happened…
But let me rest for a while and read your comments before I prepare to tell you the next part of my love story.
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