Troubled Maria Part 2
I am Maria Cole nee Maria Brown, back then in Uni, my friends would call me MB, I didn’t like it at first but by the time I was in 200l, I had gotten used to it. I finished from the University of Ibadan, I used to be a teacher even though I put in for medicine. Back to the question, How did I get here?
It was on a very hot day, it was 6pm and the sun was still shining so bright, I just finished group discussion with my classmates. It was me and my Keith Moore in hand as I walked to Queens hall. As I passed by Catholic Church this car was moving slowly beside me, I’m not really a car girl but that car was out of it, an old Mercedes Benz, looked like it was from my grandma’s time. I looked up to see who it was and I saw this fine boy, he said hi but shakara as a fine girl I just looked at him, he kept talking, he made me smile and all, he asked if I needed a ride, I said no, asked for my number after so much English being spoken, believe me he was good I still said no, even though I could feel my senses slap me screaming “you wan die single”. We said our byes, he drove off, I walked to my hall. Met this same guy two weeks later at a rave party. We danced, I drank, it was so much fun, left with him and he dropped me at Queens. I woke up that Saturday afternoon to 3 missed calls from Peter, blushing as I reminisce on last night, the way girls were looking at the both of us, with envy or anger, I felt he’s a fine boy, they want him too. We got talking three months later he asked me out and I said yes, biggest mistake I ever made in my life. I didnt realize this until the seventh abortion which I’ll talk about next week.