After everything was over, she picked up her stuff and found her way to the bus station. She really wanted to beat the early morning traffic.Her 2-year-old daughter had probably woken up and was moving about the house looking for something to eat. 

The previous night had been hectic.She realized that he was just like the rest. She had for a long time hoped to find a man that would see the real her. A man that would appreciate her. A man that would make her feel loved and respected. 

Growing up she saw her mother get abused by the numerous men she brought into their bedsitter. Her mother was jobless and selling her natural resources was the only way she could feed her and her brother. Sadly she lost her mother and brother to a fight. A stranger had visited the mother and refused to pay for her services.An argument followed and the stranger pulled out  a gun. In an attempt to save their mother, the brother was shot too. She saw all this happen but did not know what to do.

She lived with the trauma ever since. Having inherited her mothers job,she along the way got the little girl who was waiting for her to get back to the house. The little girl was made to believe that the mother was a nurse, working night shifts only. 

On this fateful night, she had gone out with a man she met way back at the supermarket. He promised her the world and she had believed him. How could she not anyway, he used to do shopping for her and take her daughter out for fun activities. She believed that maybe she had found a man that really saw her.

The date went on well and they ended up in his mansion. They had a good time. I mean, they had waited for it for months . Although they had had an encounter once, they wanted this one to be special. It was one of those steamy nights. Candle lights everywhere, strawberry bubble baths, melted chocolates, expensive lubes and white sheets. It was going down like crazy.

He had promised to take her home early the next morning before her daughter was up. More to it, he was to do shopping for her and also get breakfast from a food joint for her daughter. He was quite a gentleman right??…

In between the sheets there were no straps, all bare. After the shots were made, cuddles exchanged, they slept after he told her how amazing she was. On her side, he was all she wanted, he knew how to touch just the right places.The moment was worth the while.She could not believe what a score!!!

It was in the morning at around 6:30am that she felt pressed and found her way to the washroom and went back.As she climbed back to bed she felt a can roll on her feet. She slowly and keenly picked it up inorder to place it back nicely.

Blood froze in her system, immediately she got numb and could not speak. She could not believe that the guy had hidden his vital condition for all that long. She felt bitter and wasted. She took the pillow and pressed it hard on his airway till he could no longer breath.

She had no idea how she would face her daughter. Maybe she had acted so fast but no, she remembered seeing the guy swallow a pill from the can the previous night. She was definitely right. Her suspicion was correct.

Her deep hidden anger which she had carried for years just sprung up. She did what she had wanted to do the night her mother and brother were murdered. She had trusted him, she had seen a future with him, she had found redemption. But now all that was no more…In real sense it was not even going to happen.

There she was at the bus stop, a murderer and the latest addition to the ARVs family.

It was a new dawn…this time only way much darker…


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