It was a Saturday evening, and the rain was falling, but it could not stop people from meeting and stop things – whether interesting, strange, or shocking – from happening. As every other day, people were engaged in several, various activities.
Bendu and her mother were sitting in front of their house, in Paynesville, outside Monrovia, when I entered the yard. Immediately the feeling of hostility and rejection, which seemed to follow me wherever I went, like flies attracted to shit, greeted me as I walked toward the porch on which they were seated. Bendu’s mother spat, folded her arms, and looked at me as if I were crazy. Bendu sat where she was, looking at me as if I had ruined her white dress by spilling palm oil on it.
In life, everybody in some or most instances have encountered UNPLESANT SITUATIONS that served as a lesson and an eye opener. For me, 2013 provided me that opportunity. I thought I was exposed, opened and street smart in matters of love, and relationship not until I got the shock of my life when two beautiful ladies played me to the gallows with their antics that worked so well that I have to reinvent myself this 2014.
