I THOUGHT CYNTHIA WAS A GOLD DIGGER.

 

I THOUGHT CYNTHIA WAS A GOLD DIGGER.

(PART 1)

It was love at first sight when I set my eyes on Cynthia at a friend’s party, she has got the most beautiful sets of eye balls as well as good dentations, she looked so pretty and the dress she wore that day made her too hot to resist.

She had the shape I will best describe as the mermaid figure, beautiful lips ebony black beauty. Somehow with courage I walked up to her as she tends to walk away into a waiting cab. Excuse me lady I asked politely, adjusting her flowing pinky gown with one hand and with the other holding her to match bag tightly as if her life depends on it, one would think she was the daughter of world richest man, from her appearance. “How may I help you bros”? she asked but with respect,

 Well I am Tony an auto mechanic and you I fired back, “I am Cynthia a student in the university” she replied thereafter we exchanged numbers while she drove off in her hired cab.

That night I couldn’t sleep as thoughts of Cynthia occupied the whole of my thinking, she could have turned me down, she could have just snub me at the hearing of the word auto mechanic as most of these slay queens living fake lives would have done, but no she spoke with me with all respect gave her number, there is something about this girl I thought to myself.

Six months down the line, by now we have become best of friends, my girl called to tell me she will be coming from school to spend the weekend at my place, at first I thought I was dreaming, what do you say I asked again over the tele phone? “I will be coming to spend the weekend at you place” she repeated by now I was super excited, that was how my girl started coming over to my place at least 2 weekends in a month.

On the evening of the first night Cynthia came to my place, I stood by the door as I watched her bathing, I couldn’t resist her ravaging curves, I could see her in her glory, full of beauty, I didn’t know when I joined her, that evening we made love like crazy, it was so full of passion, mind blowing and electrifying.

Well as she progressed in her studies at the university I was absolutely responsible for her every expenses as she came from an average family, from her school fees to the least toiletries, this became an issue between me, friends and family members. Their argument is, how can I be responsible for a girl who is not even my wife yet?  I was called all manner of names of a truth this “venture” took its toll on me as I was drained financially, sponsoring a girl I don’t even know if she will marry me at the end, do you really know if she is just using you as a ladder to climb high? All these were thought I battled with every day well I just kept doing it like an idiot, like a man under a spell.

There was a particular time my mom fell sick, it got so bad that I couldn’t afford to pay her medical bills, it got to a point I thought of ending this whole Cynthia business.

in the midst of all these, she graduated with good grades and was preparing for her compulsory national service, well I did what I could to assist her by now she could see the zeal in me gradually running low like a working engine that is gradually running out of fuel, no day passes without her professing her undying love for me, but each time I bring up the issue of marriage she will always tell me to go slow that she have a dream of going abroad for her masters, at this juncture as far as I was concern I was just a vehicle that carried her to her destination.

TO BE CONTINUED