My Sad Story: A lady On Car Spat On Me.




DEAR GOD💔, I BEN ONYEKELU OLISA NEED A CAR.
Why did the Aunty spit on me?
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Today was sorrowful and unfavorable. My heart pour out tears and my spirit, broken. Why is the world like this? Who have I offended? Don't tell me 'nothing happened' because I'm bleeding in the heart. I thought I am unbreakable until today. Keduzi Ife m mere ndi uwa, what did I do to people of the world? I am not a native of bad luck and I agree that nativity is primitivity.

I was rushing through the roads of University of Nigeria, with my spirit high. My department will be featuring in a popular tournament by 3pm. I was in spirit heading to see for myself how the Dean's cup will be won by my beautiful Brothers. I had no money on me, that gave me the courage and temerity to endure and trek. From my lodge to Franco pitch (Venue for the match) takes 28 minutes. Imagine me rushing to save at least 5 minutes. On my way, I met some of my lovely Wives and hugged as many as I could and had some jiffy talk before continuing my trek. I didn't see what awaits me some few poles away from Franco pitch. 

Gift was the last I met on my way to Franco. She was coming out from female hostel (Nkrumah) when it happened. I could hear Ben, but I didn't know it's direction because my whole mind was already at the pitch.

Flashy Cars were passing in their number and none of them marked me for insult. They knew I would also grow and glow to buy my own car. They knew I wasn't common; they knew Ben would be rich and responsible. None of them marked me for humiliation.

Don't tell me it's a mistake, she wouldn't dare do it to a fellow car owner. Would she? I feel heartbroken.

What Happened? Hear me out!

Despite the fact that nobody marked me for condemnation, One big Aunty with an old car; a gulf that look older than that of my mothers marked me. She drove past with her gulf
3 and before I could take a look she already vomited mucus out. I tried my best to take cover but I failed. Such thick and stinky saliva landed on my crox shoe. I saw her big limping tongue as it waged war on me.

Et fiaaaaaaam and the alter collapsed itself on me.

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Because I had no car, this wicked Aunty looked at me and sped off. Who did I offend? 💔💔💔💔💔💔

Common sorry, she didn't say. Don't leave here you that is reading without consoling me. In fact, I need cuddles now.

Gift felt sorry for me. Even when she managed to remove the bigger portion of the stinky saliva, I still this on my leg.

If you drive a car, have mercy on we that walk with legs. The world is too small. Uwa di obere! I've written this in my heart and it will encourage me to work harder because this world is unfair to lower People.

I know I will grow to gift cars to people and I must try and remind them never to spit on those who had none.

At this juncture, I cover my eyes with hands as I continue to pray God to give me a car. I need a car, oh Lord.

In this long race Dear, I shall be counting on you for we all know that success is sacrosanct.

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