BN Confession Box is a feature on BellaNaija – curated by Nkem Ndem.
The Confession Box is our virtual confessor’s box where BellaNaijarians can let loose and say their deepest and rawest fears.
These letters are from you, and we’ll ensure that your identity is protected. Everybody needs some form of outlet or the other.
These letters are from you, and we’ll ensure that your identity is protected. Everybody needs some form of outlet or the other.
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This is a painful story for me to tell. I just left the shore of Naija eight months ago, but I think my heart is in Naija now . Two years ago, I met a white lady who was lonely and I gave her some sweet raps that made her fall in love with me. I did not mind the 12 years gap between us because my experience with Nigerian girls, including sugar mummies has been terrible. This lady is generous and very caring, so I believed life with her was for the best. What am I doing here in Nigeria? She helped me process my visa and I moved to meet her.
When I arrived Poland and settled in with her, I liked it. Life was simple. The woman works a lot and since my papers were not ready, I will stay at home and be the house wife till she came back from work. During one of the days I was at home because of cold weather, I decided to go on Facebook and check out my people in Nigeria. Somehow, from browsing, I met this very lovely girl. Very sweet girl. I told her I was in Poland and we are now in love.
I cannot survive a day without talking to this girl I swear. I have been afraid that my white mama will find out and get vexed with me, because I need her support here, but at the rate it is doing me, I don’t think I want to stay with her forever again. I want to go just get my papers and process visa for the girl of my dreams now. Why did I have to leave Nigeria before meeting this girl? If I met her before, I never would have left Naija. Never! This is very painful because I don’t want to hurt mama, she has been very nice to me. What do I do?
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