My best friend.
My best friend would have been among the graduating students tomorrow, but destiny happened.
Faith, as she was called, was a very close friend of mine.
We were really intimate that even our coursemates argued amongst themselves that we were siblings. They said we look alike too.
I often wondered where the said resemblance was from, because, I knew deep down that I am no match with Faith, if it comes to beauty!
Her hair was long enough to tie a bundle of firewood. The deepness of her dimple swallows any man that glances at her. Should I talk about her diastema(gap teeth) or her glassy skin?
Well, I came on campus with the mindset of becoming a 'hot-girl', but my encounter with Faith changed the narrative.
If my memory ain't failing me, I think we became friends when I asked for her pen during the days of our departmental screening. We were both in 100L as of then. It's been four years already!
One thing led to the other, and boom! We became besties.
If not Faith, have you seen a friend who would always leave her lodge just to drag me to church, and monitor my reading schedules?
Faith would always inconvenience herself just to please me.
We studied together. She taught me courses that gave me tough time. She cooked for me, she even washed my clothes, we shared secrets, and yes, she was a bookworm and a guru.
Hmmm. Destiny happened indeed!
Faith was caught with implicating materials during our 100L Second Semester exam. She pleaded not guilty, but her pleas fell on deaf ears.
Faith was expelled.....
She was disowned by her parents. Faith was left depressed. Nobody believed her. Not even Samuel, her boyfriend. Then, she took the wrong decision.
Faith committed suicide!
Well, destiny happened. I never imagined it would end the way it ended.
I placed the implicating material in her pocket.
I gave suspicious signals. Signals that made the invigilator point fingers at Faith. And she was caught.
I only wished she was expelled, I never knew she would commit suicide.
If I meet Faith in heaven, I would tell her never to fall in love with my man in her next world.
Faith, as she was called, was a very close friend of mine.
We were really intimate that even our coursemates argued amongst themselves that we were siblings. They said we look alike too.
I often wondered where the said resemblance was from, because, I knew deep down that I am no match with Faith, if it comes to beauty!
Her hair was long enough to tie a bundle of firewood. The deepness of her dimple swallows any man that glances at her. Should I talk about her diastema(gap teeth) or her glassy skin?
Well, I came on campus with the mindset of becoming a 'hot-girl', but my encounter with Faith changed the narrative.
If my memory ain't failing me, I think we became friends when I asked for her pen during the days of our departmental screening. We were both in 100L as of then. It's been four years already!
One thing led to the other, and boom! We became besties.
If not Faith, have you seen a friend who would always leave her lodge just to drag me to church, and monitor my reading schedules?
Faith would always inconvenience herself just to please me.
We studied together. She taught me courses that gave me tough time. She cooked for me, she even washed my clothes, we shared secrets, and yes, she was a bookworm and a guru.
Hmmm. Destiny happened indeed!
Faith was caught with implicating materials during our 100L Second Semester exam. She pleaded not guilty, but her pleas fell on deaf ears.
Faith was expelled.....
She was disowned by her parents. Faith was left depressed. Nobody believed her. Not even Samuel, her boyfriend. Then, she took the wrong decision.
Faith committed suicide!
Well, destiny happened. I never imagined it would end the way it ended.
I placed the implicating material in her pocket.
I gave suspicious signals. Signals that made the invigilator point fingers at Faith. And she was caught.
I only wished she was expelled, I never knew she would commit suicide.
If I meet Faith in heaven, I would tell her never to fall in love with my man in her next world.
