Turned down proposal left me dead.

Excited about campus obviously I reach there, little did I know am heading for my destruction, the open mouth of death ready to have its next feast. As a young boy of 18 the word ‘campus’ sounded like a place where green grass never turns brown ,like the land of milk and honey, my brain never thought of the bee stings that my body had to bear .Its campus I said with an endless smile on my face.

Being a mummy’s boy ,Daddy has to escort to campus on that first day.Promising to be the son dad will surely be proud of, he had to leave me with an emoji smile on his face.After a long day had to have blanket drill ,couldn’t stop imagining of how life without parents would be like.

Started my new life with a godess of beauty, God! her oval shaped eyes that gilter like diamond. Her smile that immediately healed my soul ,well even when she talked I never listened to the words but her soothing voice. To me she carried all the beauty in the world. My African Queen.

At that time it never crossed my mind that she was already working and am just a starter, who would think about it when everything ,everything finds you right where you are. She even did my coursework, what more would a campus boy want.

“I want to get married” At first I didn’t hear the words but looking at her serious face that never was ,I had to rewind the moment ,the words where loud and clear.”I want to get married”and without knowing ,i said its fine .she was so excited and jumped around like a young happy deer.Then I realised from her happiness that she wanted me to marry her.

Went back to my small room and like a school bell ,the words rang in my head. I never wanted it that way, I was too young to handle a marriage, and what would my father think of me, marrying at eighteen and a person way older than me. NO.

Had to tell her. Walked hurriedly to her office next morning finding her busy with her bosses. The gilter in her eyes was even brighter,had never seen a complete real smile but I saw one that day. How hard it became for me to even get closer ,how far my spirit was from hers ,but without thought just went straight to her table and said “am not marrying you”. She smiled and simply said “I know am gorgeous”. It was that simple.

She just called to ask whether I will be going back to my room. Well, I only remember a hot pour on me ,the unbearable pain that welcomed me to my first grave. I had played with a mad hyena.

Waking up looking at my disappointed father who had no tears to shed for a son so usless. Then I felt a strong heat within me ,as though something is boiling on my face and neck.My legs were meatless like a shell. I could see the bones ,red white meat on my thighs. It was deep burning pain in my body.

Wanted to ask how I got there but not with my half burnt tongue , could not say a word. I couldn’t even cry for it would feel like sending arrows of a scorpion on my meatless cheeks. The pain in my heart was hotter that the acid that burnt me.

ACID ,she never thought that it could burn my spirit too. She had done it, she killed me. I once smiled and laughed but now i have no laughter to burst for it would injure my balless socket. I told my father to count me dead and wasted for I will continue draining his wallet in the name of treatment.I would have done one useful thing ,atleast one ,I yarn for a chance but Am as good as dead ,sometimes a corpse is useful. Am dead burning in my first hell ,but before I retire, Acid survivors deserve more than the world can give. Its takes more than strength to survive.