It was June 15 2007, during my high school graduation ceremony. For a lot of people it was a job well done after intense efforts, but as for me I just could not care less. While everyone was laughing, talking, looking excited, taking beautiful photos, all I could think of was, ‘good for them’. I honestly could not wait to get out and I mean for good.I just kept waiting for the ceremony to be over. I saw it as an over rated ceremony where the school chancellor comes and talk and talk. Everyone to me who climbed the podium just blabbed and then blabbed some more, I’m sure you can already tell I could not wait to go home. Don’t blame me, high school experience for me was not the best; No more being known as that black(back then there was no #melaninpopping), ugly, dirty girl people used to laugh at.
In high school, I wasn't the kind of girl who gets attention from fellow girls not to talk of guys, but over time I had learnt to deal with it. I had crushes on guys like a teenager would, people I felt at the time i would love to date, but it was so obvious they were not interested in me because they did not even know i existed and even if they did, they would never find me attractive. My parents were not the kind of parents you could sit and talk to about your emotional stress without being crucified( how would I know? I never even had the guts to talk to them). So I decided after high school, I would be the girl who every guy would want to be with. I felt everything in life was all about a girl looking fabulous, and with beauty, you can get to where you never expected. I saw july 15th that year, as my day of liberation. After the event, my summer holiday officially began.
In high school, I wasn't the kind of girl who gets attention from fellow girls not to talk of guys, but over time I had learnt to deal with it. I had crushes on guys like a teenager would, people I felt at the time i would love to date, but it was so obvious they were not interested in me because they did not even know i existed and even if they did, they would never find me attractive. My parents were not the kind of parents you could sit and talk to about your emotional stress without being crucified( how would I know? I never even had the guts to talk to them). So I decided after high school, I would be the girl who every guy would want to be with. I felt everything in life was all about a girl looking fabulous, and with beauty, you can get to where you never expected. I saw july 15th that year, as my day of liberation. After the event, my summer holiday officially began.
Home was always different from school, my parents would always go to work in the mornings. My dad was really strict and had a problem with me going out without his knowledge. my mom on the other hand, you could just give her any excuse and she allows you, as far as you come home early so at the time, i had rather seek my mom's permission. This time around i was in an entirely different world and my mind was made up to date as many guys as possible. I felt becoming a female player would be an achievement; this meant so much to me. There’s nothing like when someone gives out their heart to you, not to talk of when you have at least three guys who claim to love you. The whole thought of that got me excited and motivated me into looking extremely good and different, it was indeed an awesome beauty makeover. Most people sometimes found it hard to recognize me.(i still looked like me, but this time pretty).
In my home country, guys approach girls when they are interested in them, where ever they feel like. I did not even care, where ever they met me, as far as they were handsome, rich looking, and spoke well, I gave in. I exchanged my contacts with them, usually mobile. And it didn’t take long, i already had full communication with about three guys who I had started dating, I lied to them I was 18 years old. Now your probably wondering how an about to be 17 years old could handle all that. Truth is I had no job, no school at the moment, no extra curricular activities, just me all by myself so yes there was plenty of time. With no one to get advise from, all that attention i got made me feel on top of the world. My phone was constantly in use, from one dude to the other, i was never even committed to any of these guys, because i was still being called by other guys( not among the three) who also felt attracted to me. I had an entirely wrong idea of love. Love became all about, kissing, touching, fighting, playing, and sexing. It was nothing emotional. I never had any feeling for those guys.
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