The Nigerian hustler

After what Ben had done to me, I decided it was time to change parade. I met Ben when I was 19 and now i'm 25. My innocence, Ben stole. My heart, Ben broke. My money, Ben took. My mind, Ben tampered with. My body, Ben defiled. My name, Ben soiled. I loved Ben so much that I could do anything for him. I wish I had listened to my friends and family when they warned me about him. Ben was tall, muscular..His smile would make me trip. In as much as I loved him, I didn't take note of his nonchalant attitude towards me. I would go over his Twitter timeline and see  that he had been flirting with all these bitches whose breasts know no shame and whose dignity knows no level. I thought to myself "It's just twitter, nothing serious". He wanted the relationship to be a secret, I agreed. He said he didn't want people all up in our business. Being the naive me, I followed his instructions. I never questioned him.  Funny enough I met Ben through Twitter as well. Things went from tweets to BBM conversations. Initially I took him as a buddy, a friend. After a year of mere chatting, my feelings for him started growing. I  never knew the moment I started liking him. To cut a long story short, after 7 months of dating, I found out that he was cheating on me with one of my followers. A girl, I just love tweeting with because she seemed nice. When I confronted Ben, he showed no sign of  remorse. He went to the extent of making me feel bad as if it were my fault. I felt horrible, I couldn't eat...I couldn't think straight. It finally dawned on me that Ben was using me. And what did that make me ? A side chick ? I thought for too long...I was hurt, damaged and used. It was time for me to revenge.

I didn't hit Ben immediately. I had to experiment with other men. Not just in the area of sex, but also in the area of mind games. I was smart. I was that girl . Anytime I got away with my deeds, I would hand shake my new alter ego. Days and months and years went by...I finally got to Ben. He had become a grown man, engaged to that same girl he cheated on me with. When I saw them together, I thought to myself. "It must be a yoruba thing. That explains his disgust for Igbo girls like me".

We saw each other at a party that was hosted by one of my colleagues from work. Ben saw me and gasped at the sight of my being. I must admit, I didn't look bad at all. All eyes were on me. Ben looked older, he seemed like he had been struggling. For you men out there, you will not  be handsome forever. Your time is ticking too. A part of me was still yearning for his love, but I had to stick to the plan. "Amarachi ?" I looked him straight in the eyes. We talked as if nothing had ever happened between us. Before leaving the venue, I saved my number in his phone as "The Nigerian Hustler". He laughed. "Really tho ?" He asked. I smiled and said "Give me a call". Trust me when I say, naija boys no dey carry last. Ben called me.  He asked me to come over to his place. He told me about how unhappy he was with his fiancee. I thought to myself "What a fool". I came closer to him and told him I had missed being with him...How I had missed those abs of his. We kissed. I gave him head, Hmmm.  Ben wasn't that guy anymore. I kept laughing in my head as he tried to work my body from every single angle possible. His game wasn't all that anymore. It was ridiculous. We finished our  "sexcapade". We cuddled, I pretend I enjoyed it. When he finally fell asleep. I got up, texted his fiancee to come to his house within the next one hour. I email-ed his CEO confessing about how he had been sleeping with his wife. I sent nudes and voicenotes as evidences. Don't ask me how I got those. I woke Ben up. "Amarachi where are you going  ? Come back to bed" He was smiling. I looked at him and told him the following words:

"You are so pathetic. And lest I forget, your sex game sucks. Maybe that's why your fiancee is cheating on you"

I left. He was shocked. Speechless as a matter of fact. As I left his house, his fiancee came in. Our looks crossed each other. She seemed scared. I went to my car and drove off. Ciara's "Like a boy" song playing in my car.

I rushed to my house, where I had to speed up the preparation for my wedding day. My dress was ready, everybody was there. The bride's maids, everything was perfect. A limo waiting outside my house. I walked down the aisle. At the end was the man of my dreams. I smiled. I won.

- Dprincess

What if I?...
Had a thing on the side?
Made ya cry?
Would the rules change up?...
Or would they still apply?...
If I played you like a toy?...
Sometimes I wish I could act like a boy - Ciara(Like a boy)


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