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Karma is KALLING 😥😥
A few metres from where my car was parked, I could see them clearly.
His arms around her as they walked and chatted merrily like teenagers in love.
So my suspicions were right after all?
The late nights, smell of feminine perfume and stains of lipsticks on this shirt. Also his recent change of attitude towards me
December this year would just be our second year wedding anniversary, and yet he has broken his solemn vow of fidelity.
Many would say "it is a man's nature to cheat" but isn't it too early.
As I watch them , I felt the anger in me growing muscular arms ready to get hold of the steering and crush them both at the spot damning the consequence.
But at that very moment, I heard a tiny voice in my head.
"Karma is calling and trust me declining her call is never an option. Nemesis has caught up with you".
Slowly, the anger in me melted into weakness and fear.
With all the strength I could muster I shouted at the voice like it was present physically.
"Nemesis can't catch up with me . I am a new creation, old things have passed away. All that is in the past now .
I could hear the voice let out a loud laugh.
"A new creation indeed. Haven't you heard the saying ' we all have choice of actions but never a choice of consequence'. You thought burning the bridges was an escape route from your past life. Then you must be a joker".
The firm hands that held the steering , ready to unleash my anger were now shaking with fear as the voice took me back to my yesteryears. How I exhausted my youthful exuberance on promiscuous living.
If my past life was a movie, I am very much certain it will be rated 18+
***
I grew up in the outskirt of lagos. Badagry to be precise.
It was so sad I lost my father at a very tender age, but mom being a very hardworking woman made sure me and my siblings could at least boast of the basic necessities of life.
"Omo tò set" was what I was nicknamed by my friends from my actual name, Omolara.
I was an epitome of beauty, not just in the eye of the beholder but to anyone whose sense of sight wasn't lost .
What added to my beauty was my natural endowment.
I had a watermelon sized breast which stood firm and a buttocks that shot out like the curve in small letter "b".
With the tight outfits I wore which hung on like a second skin , all the contour of my body were on full display.
It will take only the grace of God for a man to resist the urge of straining his neck twice just to feed his eyes. If God decides to take matthew 5:27-28 strictly, then most men entrance into hell will be because of me.
Being aware of how my physique drove men crazy, I saw myself as being too beautiful and "packaged" to settle for less.
I became discontent with every efforts made by my mom. I subscribed to the philosophy "use what you have to get what you want".
I became for everybody and for nobody. Like an auction, the highest bidder gets to have me on his bed.
Soon I started going out with married men, as they were more frivolous in their spendings.
Multiples times have I been confronted by wives of the adulterous men, but as a ghetto girl I always had my sleeves rolled up so there was "no shaking".
I wasn't bothered with the new adjective attached to my name "Husband snatcher".
I robbed many wives of the love and joy of their marriage. I couldn't care less .
I was living a big girl's life and felt a sense of belonging in the world of affluence.
Mother wouldn't stop with her unending sermons which I would totally wave aside as "story for the gods".
When I could no longer put up with her sermons, I moved out of the house to the
island but that didn't stop her constant calls and messages warning me against paddling on a troubled water.
Year 2011, I decided to put a stop to my nefarious acts and besides at age 30 the attention I got from men had reduced.
It was at this point of my life I met Afolabi.
Even tho he was married , I craved to become his wife. Not just for his wealth but for fear I may not be able to get a suitor.
Pinning a pregnancy on him wasnt enough to make him abandon his wife. so I became just a babymama to him oblivious to his wife which I was not satisfied with but I kept my cool.
It was only after the death of his wife , he had no other option than to make his affairs with me official.
After our wedding, together with our 2year old son we relocated to Accra. I was the one behind that decision bluffing it off as "a new start for us" but that was to minimize every possibility of meeting people from my past.
***
The knock on the my car's side window jolted me back to reality.
It was the security man. I guess my presence must have aroused suspicions. He gave me the "are you okay look which I nodded in affirmative.
I started my car and drove off.
With tears streaming down my cheek, I blurted out "The voice was right".
I deserve every bit of what comes my way. I just pray Karma becomes merciful and turns a blind eye to some of my unspeakable past actions.
The woman I paid thugs to beat up after she confronted me over her husband infidelity and me being the mastermind of Afolabi's wife sudden death just to have my way .
But what if karma decides to dig them all out,
THEN I AM DOOMED
© Ezewrites
Awka, Anambra state Nigeria
Friday 19th August 2022
His arms around her as they walked and chatted merrily like teenagers in love.
So my suspicions were right after all?
The late nights, smell of feminine perfume and stains of lipsticks on this shirt. Also his recent change of attitude towards me
December this year would just be our second year wedding anniversary, and yet he has broken his solemn vow of fidelity.
Many would say "it is a man's nature to cheat" but isn't it too early.
As I watch them , I felt the anger in me growing muscular arms ready to get hold of the steering and crush them both at the spot damning the consequence.
But at that very moment, I heard a tiny voice in my head.
"Karma is calling and trust me declining her call is never an option. Nemesis has caught up with you".
Slowly, the anger in me melted into weakness and fear.
With all the strength I could muster I shouted at the voice like it was present physically.
"Nemesis can't catch up with me . I am a new creation, old things have passed away. All that is in the past now .
I could hear the voice let out a loud laugh.
"A new creation indeed. Haven't you heard the saying ' we all have choice of actions but never a choice of consequence'. You thought burning the bridges was an escape route from your past life. Then you must be a joker".
The firm hands that held the steering , ready to unleash my anger were now shaking with fear as the voice took me back to my yesteryears. How I exhausted my youthful exuberance on promiscuous living.
If my past life was a movie, I am very much certain it will be rated 18+
***
I grew up in the outskirt of lagos. Badagry to be precise.
It was so sad I lost my father at a very tender age, but mom being a very hardworking woman made sure me and my siblings could at least boast of the basic necessities of life.
"Omo tò set" was what I was nicknamed by my friends from my actual name, Omolara.
I was an epitome of beauty, not just in the eye of the beholder but to anyone whose sense of sight wasn't lost .
What added to my beauty was my natural endowment.
I had a watermelon sized breast which stood firm and a buttocks that shot out like the curve in small letter "b".
With the tight outfits I wore which hung on like a second skin , all the contour of my body were on full display.
It will take only the grace of God for a man to resist the urge of straining his neck twice just to feed his eyes. If God decides to take matthew 5:27-28 strictly, then most men entrance into hell will be because of me.
Being aware of how my physique drove men crazy, I saw myself as being too beautiful and "packaged" to settle for less.
I became discontent with every efforts made by my mom. I subscribed to the philosophy "use what you have to get what you want".
I became for everybody and for nobody. Like an auction, the highest bidder gets to have me on his bed.
Soon I started going out with married men, as they were more frivolous in their spendings.
Multiples times have I been confronted by wives of the adulterous men, but as a ghetto girl I always had my sleeves rolled up so there was "no shaking".
I wasn't bothered with the new adjective attached to my name "Husband snatcher".
I robbed many wives of the love and joy of their marriage. I couldn't care less .
I was living a big girl's life and felt a sense of belonging in the world of affluence.
Mother wouldn't stop with her unending sermons which I would totally wave aside as "story for the gods".
When I could no longer put up with her sermons, I moved out of the house to the
island but that didn't stop her constant calls and messages warning me against paddling on a troubled water.
Year 2011, I decided to put a stop to my nefarious acts and besides at age 30 the attention I got from men had reduced.
It was at this point of my life I met Afolabi.
Even tho he was married , I craved to become his wife. Not just for his wealth but for fear I may not be able to get a suitor.
Pinning a pregnancy on him wasnt enough to make him abandon his wife. so I became just a babymama to him oblivious to his wife which I was not satisfied with but I kept my cool.
It was only after the death of his wife , he had no other option than to make his affairs with me official.
After our wedding, together with our 2year old son we relocated to Accra. I was the one behind that decision bluffing it off as "a new start for us" but that was to minimize every possibility of meeting people from my past.
***
The knock on the my car's side window jolted me back to reality.
It was the security man. I guess my presence must have aroused suspicions. He gave me the "are you okay look which I nodded in affirmative.
I started my car and drove off.
With tears streaming down my cheek, I blurted out "The voice was right".
I deserve every bit of what comes my way. I just pray Karma becomes merciful and turns a blind eye to some of my unspeakable past actions.
The woman I paid thugs to beat up after she confronted me over her husband infidelity and me being the mastermind of Afolabi's wife sudden death just to have my way .
But what if karma decides to dig them all out,
THEN I AM DOOMED
© Ezewrites
Awka, Anambra state Nigeria
Friday 19th August 2022
