She Killed Him Because He Cheated.

“Don't you dare walk out on me, Nigel,” Jessie said.
She is tired of the relationship and she wants out. Nigel has changed. He has become distant. He never shares his thoughts with her anymore. He keeps to himself and talks less and she's tired.
“I can do whatever I want to, you're not my mother.” he said, matter-of-fact-ly.

“Who is she.” Jessie said. it was more of a statement than a question. And Nigel pretended not to have heard what she said.
His secret was carefully kept, or so he thought. He didn't know his girlfriend has gotten an anonymous tip from someone he considers his best friend.

“I don't know what you're talking about.” his face like a nonchalant teenager. He was adorable, Jessie thought at the moment. How beautiful he was with his smooth caramel skin that glows in dim light. She couldn't blame him, he was every girl's dream man.

“Don't play dumb with me! For the past two months you've been very distant. You no longer give me my good night kisses. You don't wash my car, you don't make love to me. What's going on Bumpkins, what felony did I commit for you to hate me so much. I am tired Nigel, I am. Am I not good enough for you? Why do you have to do it with my sister?! Why her?! Why do you want to ruin me?! Why Nigel?!!”

at the point, she started crying. She didn't care anymore. She told him before. Before they started dating, that she never cried. She doesn't know how to. Even when her dad died, she was only depressed but she never cried. Now there she was, crying. He didn't know what to do. It wasn't all his fault. He just loved good sex. And now he has broken her. He has lost her trust and she will never forgive him. He didn't think she'll find out. He didn't think she'll break.

She brought out a gun.

And pointed it at him.

“You are a wicked man and you deserve to die!”

Nigel was shaking now. This have gotten out of hand and out of control but before he could make any move, she hot him. It was quick. Nigel slumped, gave out a weak moan and he saw Jessie, then brown, then black.

“OH MY GOD, WHAT HAVE I DONE!” Jessie ran to him. She checked his pulse and nothing.

“NIGEL! NIGEL!” She cried. But it was too late. She had passed justice. He was gone. She wish she could settle things with him but her anger took the best of her.

She sobbed for a moment, thought of running away but she stop crying and she took the cold, black gun and placed the mouth at her stomach, and pulled the trigger.

Think About The Future

“You're a fool, I'm going to block you.”
next thing I was seeing Facebook telling me that I was unable to send message to this user.
What did I do to deserve this? just because I didn't give her the Five Thousand Naira recharge card she asked for.
“You're a brokeass. You can't even afford common MTN card,” that was true. I AM broke. But I'm not an ass. I am just a student. what does this girl want me to do? steal money for her?
I thought; as I was reading our old chats. Yes, she might have blocked me on Facebook but she cannot delete our chats on my phone.

she blocked me exactly three years ago. her name was Jessie Styles; that was her Facebook name. I never bothered her for her real name; I guess it wasn't important. what I really liked about her was the fact that she knows how to chat. she was one of cheeks that you'll chat with from morning till night and you wouldn't get short of topics. I really liked her though. I told her bout my feelings and she admitted to have liked me too. I was so overexcited that I sent her Mtn 100 Naira. that was my weekly ritual and she appreciated it.

everything was going well until Christmas came. and she asked me for a huge amount of cash but I didn't have. she later asked for that same amount, but in recharge card. I told her, regrettably, that I was broke. she got angry and started telling me how selfish and useless I was, how I don't worth 100Naira Mtn card, how my dick is big but my bank account is tiny. it went on and on.. until she blocked me. I couldn't do anything but quit Facebook. yes. I quit Facebook because I needed to make money. the insults I received from Jessie were like fuel; anytime I thought of those words, I would be powered to hustle more.

that was three years ago.

as I sat comfortably at my office chair, giving approvals to some warrants. my secretary came in.. she didn't knock. I didn't mind because I know she lacked home-training.

"Mr. K, someone is here to see the contract manager but he's not around, I think it's one of those job seekers," she said, with her serious voice.

"send the person in." I said, noncommittally.

she left and a few minutes a beautiful, young woman entered my office, I rose my head to see this potential worker and.. just like a flashback, I remember her pictures she had sent, our chats and phone calls—this was the same voice that greeted me.

"sit down, Jessie Styles." I gestured to the nearest chair. she was shocked. but she sat down anyway, saying nothing, as I looked at her, eyeball-to-eyeball.

"Sir, I need job."
"eh?"
"sir, I need job"
I laughed. impolite and rude.
"sir, why you laughing?"
"my friend, leave her now!"
"but—"
"I said leave!!! after you blocked me on Facebook? olosho wooooo! leave"
people were already standing outside, trying to listen to what was going on. that was how I sent her out. in shame!
guests were laughing.

my secretary came, "Sah, what happened? did you know her from somewhere?"

I laughed. she was now confused.
then I said,

" she is one olosho from Facebook that blocked me."

so, my good people, especially the girls... don't downgrade any boy because you don't know tomorrow 😂