Feeling nostalgic, Dora Andy decides to pen down her experience with her first love Jack and the dark clouds of their one year relationship which eventually births a silver lining for the Andy’s but from the unlikeliest channel.

Hello diary,

I’m Dora Andy and I’m sure you’re wondering at my brand of crazy to name myself an assistant girlfriend, stick a little longer and you just might find out. On a regular day, I’m the average girl next door who is just another face in the crowd because I’m not so popular or outstanding.

The reason may be because of my plain Jane looks, neat but regular dressing with no laces and frills unlike all the other ‘girly’ girls. I’m more comfortable on baggy jean and jersey than skirts and gowns. I also detest heels with a passion. Another reason may be because I don’t like to talk too much, because i know for certain that along the line, people may try to probe deeper and get behind my reserved facade.

Maybe I’m a little to wary of people getting close but I believe here’s a place to honestly and shamelessly pour my heart out. So what could be better to talk about on here, than the first time I fell in love and what went down with Jack.

I’m usually the kind of girl whose emotions can easily be read on her face. Who isn’t pretentious about her feelings like most other girls are. I have all the good intentions and try to do things right. But things doesn’t seem to go right for people like me because not everyone is like me.

I doubt Jack will ever find this, but i would love to express myself to some[s]one[/s]thing other than myself and who other than you, dear diary.

Why, you may wonder, am I so stuck to the past? Well, maybe its because I still cherish the memory of my love for someone who didn’t seem destined for me, even though we have never seen nor spoken since we went our separate ways.

Or maybe its because I believe there’s always two sides to a story and despite all that happened, I deserve a chance to state exactly how things happened without fear or prejudice.

So I will lay how it all went down 5 years ago so you will understand all of it dear diary
June 15, 2016


March 2011

I was in sophomore year in the university . I and my bunk mate from the hostel then, Kristen, were looking for a place to stay. We didn’t want just any place but an exclusive room in the lecturer’s quarter bq. Getting such a place was an onerous task indeed because it was one of the most sought after places for students due to maximum security, stable light and water. Most students didn’t mind paying outrageous prices to the lecturers to live in some of the dilapidated rooms. Rooms in the boys quarters were as old as the main houses. Most of them didn’t mind having to stay in a single room and sharing toilet facilities with their neighbours either. So the competition was usually stiff to get such rooms.

I met Jack on one of our expeditions to the staff quarters to search for a room. His father was a lecturer and he helped us secure a room in the bq through one of his neighbours. We were really grateful to him for chipping in a good word for us to his neighbour who eventually became our landlord. All he was to me then, was a fair handsome graduate who seemed off-limits because he looked too handsome to be single.

Being friends with him had been really easy. He was funny and jovial, the life of the party. He had a spring to his step, a twinkle in his eyes and a joke up his sleeves that couldn’t help but induce smiles from your face. He was that charming.

He was the first son of his parents and second to last child but he acted like he was the last. He had been spoilt rotten by his mom because he had such a carefree attitude. His winsome looks made him almost untouchable as his pouts could melt the strongest of hearts. It was no wonder he got away with a lot of things including my heart.

We had started out as ‘hi-bye’ friends until he managed to charm me enough to let down my guard with him. Due to past failed relationships, I had vowed not to let any man in and definitely not sleep with him unless he was my husband and was bent on my resolve.

But what i felt for Jack was way too strong for that, mainly because it was the first time i was feeling that way. I wanted to always be in his company and would even be the one to initiate our heavy petting sessions. I was never sure about his feelings though I never dared to ask, because I was afraid of the answers.

I noticed that before we started dating, he used to be all over me. He would walk me to my room, call me, text me, etc. We spent a lot of time in each other’s company, talked about our different households and the disparities of growing up in different cities. We seemed so preoccupied with each other, the world ceased to exist to us for a while.

But after sometime, I noticed that things were no longer the same with us. Jack’s calls started becoming shorter, and texts from him were only when necessary. Even our chats were beginning to dwindle as we didn’t have much to talk about. I noticed i was beginning to be the one to hold up our conversations. If I didn’t call, he wouldn’t call or send me his sweet goodnight messages. I gave him lots of missed calls with no replies and no questions asked.

May 2011

By second semester year two, my heart was sickled, but not broken. I found myself trying too hard to impress one guy. I bought new clothes all the time, told tall tales about things i know nothing about, and places i had never been. I just kept trying. But i was always afraid. Why?

I knew I wasn’t all that pretty, but I thought I made up for that with my manners, and intelligence. I wasn’t a head turner but I tried to have a pleasant and approachable personality. Some people took it for naivete and tried to use my head. Including my boyfriend sometimes.

We would have an argument and for two weeks, he would totally blank me out of his life. He wouldn’t call, message or even see me. This was another side to my sweetheart that left me heart broken because I often wallowed in self-pity when he ignored me.

Most of our quarrels had been almost over nothing, now I think of it, he hadn’t given me any reason to be suspicious of him but I just felt insecure where he was concerned.

To cap it all, most of my friends thought we weren’t such a great match. They always considered me extremely ‘lucky’ to have landed such a great guy. My room mate even had a crush on him and even though she never openly said it, she didn’t know what he had seen in me to choose me over her.

She was more good looking than I am. Long legs and a slender body, I didn’t hold a candle to her in looks department plus she was the more outgoing one. She had so many rich guys asking her out but I just couldn’t understand why her and everyone else seemed to only want my man.

I felt really inadequate at holding on to my man for much longer because he was slipping farther and farther out of my grasp. I used to see us as two destined hearts, souls that had found each other and could communicate their innermost thoughts without words. But now I felt lonely and out in the lurch.


By Kelly Chikezie

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