"So because "So because they want experience, I should throw myself to just anybody?" Amaka would reply, laughing.
Ifunanya would roll her eyes. "You’ll see love one day. When it hits you, all this grammar will disappear."
Amaka believed in love. Real love. The one where a man treats you like you matter. The one where you feel safe, respected, and seen. She believed in saving herself for a man who would honor her.
She didn’t know that love could also be the thing that would destroy her.
It started on an ordinary Tuesday evening.
She had just closed from work and was walking to the bus stop near Allen Avenue. A tall man in a clean blue shirt and black trousers was walking beside her. He kept glancing at her.
“Excuse me, please,” he said gently. “I’ve been trying to get your attention since you crossed the road. My name is Jide.”
She looked at him. He had kind eyes. There was something gentle about him.
“I’m Amaka,” she said cautiously.
He smiled. “Nice name. I don’t want to disturb you, but can I get your number? I’d love to talk to you sometime.”
She hesitated. Then gave it to him.
That single moment changed her entire life.
Jide was different.
He called every day. Sent sweet good morning and good night texts. He would surprise her with lunch, send money for her mum's birthday, and once paid her bike fare when she got stuck in traffic on her way to church.
“I’ve never met a woman like you,” he often told her. “You’re different. You have peace around you.”
When she told him she was a virgin, he was quiet for a moment, then smiled. “That’s beautiful. It makes me respect you even more.”
She felt safe.
He introduced her to his friends. They treated her like royalty.
He took her to his apartment in Lekki and never touched her without permission.
“I love you, Amaka,” he said one night as they watched a movie. “I want to build a future with you.”
Her heart danced.
It happened on their three-month anniversary.
They had dinner. He played soft music.
PART 2 want experience, I should throw myself to just anybody?" Amaka would reply, laughing.
Ifunanya would roll her eyes. "You’ll see love one day. When it hits you, all this grammar will disappear."
Amaka believed in love. Real love. The one where a man treats you like you matter. The one where you feel safe, respected, and seen. She believed in saving herself for a man who would honor her.
She didn’t know that love could also be the thing that would destroy her.
It started on an ordinary Tuesday evening.
She had just closed from work and was walking to the bus stop near Allen Avenue. A tall man in a clean blue shirt and black trousers was walking beside her. He kept glancing at her.
“Excuse me, please,” he said gently. “I’ve been trying to get your attention since you crossed the road. My name is Jide.”
She looked at him. He had kind eyes. There was something gentle about him.
“I’m Amaka,” she said cautiously.
He smiled. “Nice name. I don’t want to disturb you, but can I get your number? I’d love to talk to you sometime.”
She hesitated. Then gave it to him.
That single moment changed her entire life.
Jide was different.
He called every day. Sent sweet good morning and good night texts. He would surprise her with lunch, send money for her mum's birthday, and once paid her bike fare when she got stuck in traffic on her way to church.
“I’ve never met a woman like you,” he often told her. “You’re different. You have peace around you.”
When she told him she was a virgin, he was quiet for a moment, then smiled. “That’s beautiful. It makes me respect you even more.”
She felt safe.
He introduced her to his friends. They treated her like royalty.
He took her to his apartment in Lekki and never touched her without permission.
“I love you, Amaka,” he said one night as they watched a movie. “I want to build a future with you.”
Her heart danced.
It happened on their three-month anniversary.
They had dinner. He played soft music.
PART 2
"So because "So because they want experience, I should throw myself to just anybody?" Amaka would reply, laughing.
Ifunanya would roll her eyes. "You’ll see love one day. When it hits you, all this grammar will disappear."
Amaka believed in love. Real love. The one where a man treats you like you matter. The one where you feel safe, respected, and seen. She believed in saving herself for a man who would honor her.
She didn’t know that love could also be the thing that would destroy her.
It started on an ordinary Tuesday evening.
She had just closed from work and was walking to the bus stop near Allen Avenue. A tall man in a clean blue shirt and black trousers was walking beside her. He kept glancing at her.
“Excuse me, please,” he said gently. “I’ve been trying to get your attention since you crossed the road. My name is Jide.”
She looked at him. He had kind eyes. There was something gentle about him.
“I’m Amaka,” she said cautiously.
He smiled. “Nice name. I don’t want to disturb you, but can I get your number? I’d love to talk to you sometime.”
She hesitated. Then gave it to him.
That single moment changed her entire life.
Jide was different.
He called every day. Sent sweet good morning and good night texts. He would surprise her with lunch, send money for her mum's birthday, and once paid her bike fare when she got stuck in traffic on her way to church.
“I’ve never met a woman like you,” he often told her. “You’re different. You have peace around you.”
When she told him she was a virgin, he was quiet for a moment, then smiled. “That’s beautiful. It makes me respect you even more.”
She felt safe.
He introduced her to his friends. They treated her like royalty.
He took her to his apartment in Lekki and never touched her without permission.
“I love you, Amaka,” he said one night as they watched a movie. “I want to build a future with you.”
Her heart danced.
It happened on their three-month anniversary.
They had dinner. He played soft music.
PART 2 want experience, I should throw myself to just anybody?" Amaka would reply, laughing.
Ifunanya would roll her eyes. "You’ll see love one day. When it hits you, all this grammar will disappear."
Amaka believed in love. Real love. The one where a man treats you like you matter. The one where you feel safe, respected, and seen. She believed in saving herself for a man who would honor her.
She didn’t know that love could also be the thing that would destroy her.
It started on an ordinary Tuesday evening.
She had just closed from work and was walking to the bus stop near Allen Avenue. A tall man in a clean blue shirt and black trousers was walking beside her. He kept glancing at her.
“Excuse me, please,” he said gently. “I’ve been trying to get your attention since you crossed the road. My name is Jide.”
She looked at him. He had kind eyes. There was something gentle about him.
“I’m Amaka,” she said cautiously.
He smiled. “Nice name. I don’t want to disturb you, but can I get your number? I’d love to talk to you sometime.”
She hesitated. Then gave it to him.
That single moment changed her entire life.
Jide was different.
He called every day. Sent sweet good morning and good night texts. He would surprise her with lunch, send money for her mum's birthday, and once paid her bike fare when she got stuck in traffic on her way to church.
“I’ve never met a woman like you,” he often told her. “You’re different. You have peace around you.”
When she told him she was a virgin, he was quiet for a moment, then smiled. “That’s beautiful. It makes me respect you even more.”
She felt safe.
He introduced her to his friends. They treated her like royalty.
He took her to his apartment in Lekki and never touched her without permission.
“I love you, Amaka,” he said one night as they watched a movie. “I want to build a future with you.”
Her heart danced.
It happened on their three-month anniversary.
They had dinner. He played soft music.
PART 2
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