Love: Wicked, Stupid and Debilitating.

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Alryt

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[b][center]prologue.[/center] It was raining heavily and storm was raging. An African storm it was! It howled and raged, snapping at the roofs and tearing apart trees and leaves. There was no light as PHCN had struck, so I laid on my bed and listened to the ranging storm outside. My room was dark, pitch black that it sent chills down my spine. The sound of the howling and raging storm outside didn't help matters. Lying there and shivering uncontrollably in the dark, the sounds of the storm seemed to me like the pitiful and remorseful howlings and wailings of sinners cast into eternal damnation in the pit of hell. In the dark, I began to feel myself as one of the accursed members in Satan's kingdom but I sure knew I wasn't in hell. I was in my room, on my bed, in the dark and the sounds I heard were the sounds of the ranging storm outside not the cries of sinners nor their gnashing of teeth! I knew that I hadn't been cast down into the deep and infernal pit of hell. I knew I was still alive and lying on my bed because the dull ache that had settled over my heart ealier in the day was still there and albeit I had never been dead before, I knew that dead men feel no pain. I laid there on my bed shivering and starting each time was a thunderous thunder clap sounding too long outside my modern window. It was late but I couldn't blink my eyes talkless of sleeping. I tossed and turned on my King-sized but now rumpled bed, my mind lurching, vibrating and going through turbulent motions. I laid there overwhelmed by fate and sad circumstances. I had locked myself in my room; painted all pink with pink tiles, pink bedsheet, pink dressing table, pink reading table and even pink tooth brush, I so much loved pink!, all day and cried my eyes sore. I had cried so long that tears had ceased to come again and there I was, lying on my bed and mouthing occasionally the name of the man who once meant life and all that was sweet and beautiful to me but now represented for me death, despair and betrayal. TO BE CONTINUED. Register should be called, please....[/b]

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[b][center][color=blue][u]Prologue(Continuation)[/u][/color][/center] "Nelson, why did you do it?", I asked but the reply I got was the soft and almost inaudible whisper of the wall, sucking in my rhetorical question. There was no use. I was alone and pinning away on my bed. I heard people say "the walls have ears". Though I didn't dispute that but I knew or believed that even if they had, they were dumb and couldn't speak. My questions, even if I asked a thousand and one of them, would never be answered. This truth hit me hard and sobered me up. I laid back and allowed my mind wonder how tricky and nasty life could get and also how treacherous and deceptive men could get. I laid back and conjured up the handsome face of the man whose love once brought me so much but interim joy as the joy I had had now banished me into a lifetime of regret and turned my life into a living nightmare. I allowed my mind bring up his picture as sweet as well as sour memories ran across the screen of my mind. I felt sweet nostalgia and deep regret. I felt the rash of a smile and the blisters of a frown, I felt the enticing and exciting nature of lust and the debilitating conglomeration and effect of love. I felt exhilarating joy and deep sorrow. I felt the magnificence of being in love and the excruciating pains of being heart broken. I felt the tenderness of being made love to and the embarrassment and disgrace of being rejected and disappointed. A flood of ambivalent emotions swept over me as I tried to capture, again, those far-gone memories of romantic bliss and mouth watering peaceful but intense love making.... But it was all futile, I meant in vain! The moments had long passed and they were gone. All I could see was me falling, sinking back and drowning in the abyss of despair and regret. Everything had gone wrong - so, so pathetically and terribly wrong. Romance was gone, fury and pains had replaced it; laughter was gone, uncontrollable lachrymatory had colonized its throne; bliss was atlarge as regrets, gnashing of teeth and biting of fingers took over! My life had become pathetically sad, inpeneterably gloomy and full of despair. There was no cause for merriment or cheer. My life had become a pathetic, quaggy, terrible, invidious, and horrific story of regret, deception, treachery and fury... TO BE CONTINUED... [/b]

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[b][center][color=blue]Prologue(Cont'd,Last part)[/color][/center] I wanted to cry more but I could not bring myself tears, they failed to come. I had cried when I had to. Now, I just laid on my bed with my dry eyes, staring up into the darkness and seeing nothing but the face of the architect of my catastrophe or disaster. I held the picture of his handsome face steady on my mind's eyes, but it was soon swept away by another image - that of my face as it was now. A monster's face!!! It wasn't so from my inception. I had been a beauty once. I once had a face that men turned on their heels to catch a second look each time I passed. I had a face every sculptor wanted and every painter hungered to capture on canvas. Then, I had a face that proved that God was partial in creating me. A face that had made me a beauty queen three times and fetched me mooney from modelling jobs. But today, sadly, that face was gone, eaten away!!! My pretty face was gone and all I had for a face now was something hideous like a face out of a horror movie... Children saw me and ran for safety, youngers ones cried alongside. One of the kids actually fainted once and since then, I'd cut down on going out and taken to wearing a veil or hood when I went out. It is a sad thing to have something valuable and special, only to have it snatched away from you suddenly, crudely and in a cruel manner. That's the fate I have suffered and even though two years have almost rolled by, I still feel the pains as if it all happened yesterday and the new twist in the sad tale of my life and love have worsened the pains. I thought back to my entire upbringing, life and of course, the day I met Nelson. I will continue to curse that very day, very hour, very minute and very second I set my eyes on him. I cursed whatever it was that led me into him...... Watch out for part one.... [/b]

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[b][center][color=green][u]Episode 1[/u][/color][/center] I just graduated from one of the leading High Schools across the United States of America two months ago. I should have gained a direct admission to a privately owned college, Emory University, Georgia afterwards but my Daddy kicked against it. He wanted me to study in my Home country at one of the foremost Federal Colleges around there citing that studying in the US would not expose me to the realities and some hardships of the world. Though my Mummy protested but he was firm! Being a renowned Professor of Mathematics and Philosophy across European Countries and of course my Home country, Nigeria and a passionate disciplinarian who broke free from the shakkles of poverty, my Daddy didn't want me to get everything on a platter of gold always. He was determined to watch me feel the way the poor felt and share their agony at least, to some extent. My mother on the other hand, though a Professor of Computer Science and Philosophy and an ardent Moralist, wanted me to pursue my degree in the states. She argued that Colleges in the states were better equipped, managed and structured than their contemporaries in Nigeria. Though Daddy didn't dispute her points but he was resolute and had been determined to effect my schooling in Nigeria. He promised to enrol me in the best school of Engineering there and provide me with my necessities even without me demanding provided that I would merit my admission. Oh my bad! I didn't introduce myself. My ugly encounters with men had made me lose manners.... Sorry! Well, My name is Jane, the second daughter and the second of the three children of Prof and Prof(Mrs) John Jesuyon. I was birthed in the beautiful City of Georgia in the US by my Nigerian parents. This qualified me to possess a dual Citizenship. I was elegant, intelligent, brilliant but hardworking and talented based on comments from those I had met including teachers and friends. I was an extrovert but extremely decent due to the constant scolding, spanking and curbing I was used to receiving from my disciplined parents. Though I had lost my virginity to my weakness, a cool and brilliant cheat who first broke my heart by sleeping with my best friend barely 3 days of disflowering me! I had finished top of my class with 3.89 GPA on 4.0 scale, third best in the whole of America that year at 15! I had been offered numerous admissions with scholarships from top Universites in the US but my rare Dad had rejected all. I was aggravated but I had to submit to his authority and besides, I love him so much! After an additional three months at home, my Dad came home one day with a paper on which Unified Tertiary Matriculation Examination was stylishly boldly inscribed. He had gone to register me for Nigeria's most dreaded Examination picking the Federal University of Technology, Akure as my college while retaining my preferred course, Electrical and Electronics Engineering with Computer Engineering as my major. Without any instructions from him, I incepted my preparations using the Examination's syllabus. The examination was written at Georgia's University of Science and Technology, Georgia, Atlanta and as expected, I had passed excellently with a total of 321 out of 400. My Pop celebrated me and I felt loved once more. Admission process as they called it came and gone and with no surprise, I merited my admission. [/b]

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[b]@oneal curse? Please, make me understand.[/b]

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