DEAR DIARY

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Episode six

As we stood up, i felt my self get fueled  with courage and determination. Courage to say the many things that i had in my mind and the determination to say it without bluffing or breaking into tears in the middle.
  I still had to help Priscilla boost her self esteem. It was bad enough that she wanted Prince because he was cute ,presentable and she was blindly in love with him but things could get really worse. Recalling the twitching of Prince's lips when Peace asked why he kept cheating around, it was obvious she wasn't getting down with  him and in this f**ked up twenty first century, it had become the very first objective of dating.
She was in danger even though no one was going to shoot or kidnap her. She could be manipulated into giving out her body with intent to express her love for him or worse still, forced into giving it against her will. Rape was the last thing i wanted to think of as i walked towards her seat.

  Few steps away from them, i felt my fingers go very cold. A sign of my nervousness. I thought i was the only one with the second thought but Karmsi took my hands in hers and i knew i wasn't alone.
They looked up and  began to whisper into each other ears. Peace to Priscilla then Priscilla to Favour. I couldn't hear what they said but it had an effect on me. I soon began to wish i was the girl on lemon,perched on a high chair, having a nice time on my own with no worries,no pain , no need to make a confrontation her and when i looked at Peace, i wanted to go for my first irrational choice.

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Scene four
Episode six

I felt stupid.
I had painted a fantasy in my head,thinking life was Cinderella's story and Prince was going to pick me over all the Bellas at the ball. I had seen him with Priscillia the first time. Who was i to think i could win him away from her?
My smile faded and i stood in front of him, a lifeless form wanting to go home to the comfort of my bed where i could yell my pains away into the stuffed pillow and baptise myself in the pool of my own tears. He stopped talking and looked at me with with false concern, as if he cared about my feelings, as if he gave a damn about the cause of my sudden mood swing . " Are you okay? " i wanted to reply him with the many things i had in mind to say but non  seemed relevant. He hadn't completed his scheme. He hadn't asked me out and have me say a big hearty 'yes' then broadcast to his friends that he just caught another cute fish in his net and she was throwing himself at him like ping pong. Cursed be F**k boys.
He hadn't used me,taken everything God gave me to offer my husband then fight with me over the silliest thing. Maybe complain about my clumsiness like that wasn't the thing that brought us together. I repeat cursed be f**k boys  All glory to God for helping me dodge a speed bullet! He had saved me from the temptation and  wished he could deliver me of all evil. Like the one that stood a few feet away , watching her next victim , devising a new method of destruction .

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Scene two.

Episode six.

  I looked at her and thanked God for giving me such a beautiful and intelligent person as a  best friend.

  Karmsi has a heart of gold.  If I was Barbie, she was definitely going to be my Teresa. She was Bae. 

   And she sounded like my mum and when I told her, her reply cracked me up I wanted pee on my body.
   She had lifted the 350kilogram weight in my mind and the blender funk that had clogged my heart.
  I was finally going to be fine.
All thanks to Karmsi.

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I hate to recall the startled look on her face as I accidentally projected the content in my bottle of coke on her.  It happened really fast,  one minute she was standing with a bright smile ready to listen to the nice things she knew I would say about her as it was definitely not the first time an instagram fan would meet her with so much enthusiasm except mine was a little bit over expressed.
The second minute she was drenched in the brownish liquid and the previous upward curve of her lips was now opened wide with disbelief and awfully... RAGE!