Like the way I usually talk about life, the difficulties (challenges), of which regret is a part, are what complete the definition of our existence on this planet. In one way or another, we must feel regrets in our lives, no matter how careful we try to be. Although most times these regrets do not come off as something deep, we just wave them off whenever they occur and continue living our lives.
I had this guy back in school, a lodge mate, course mate, a friend, and also like a brother because we came from the same area and spoke the same dialect, which was different from the one the school city was known for. During our school days, we had issues that made me vow never to relate with him deeply again, but those issues were resolved quite easily, and we reconnected at different times.
During the last phase of our academic session, I had completed my project and defense, while he was yet to do his because there was a delay in their project work. When I was about to travel, he begged me to leave one of my packet shirts for him to use because he did not have that kind of shirt. I did not want to agree at first because we had previously had issues where I lent him clothes and it took him months to return them. Eventually, I gave him the shirt on the condition that he would return it as soon as he was done, since he would be passing through my village on his way to his.
Guys, that was it, he boldly ceased my shirt. To make it worse, the shirt was part of the dress code in my church unit. I was going to church with a different colour anytime we used the particular shirt he ceased. I called and called this guy to bring back the shirt, but he kept refusing, giving one excuse after another.
Do you know the worst part of the situation? The guy is involved in fetish practices, and he could have used my shirt for something. Oh yeah, I thought about it deeply, even though I tried to stay off negative thoughts. I eventually concluded that the reason he refused to return the shirt was because he had done something with it. I regretted ever giving him that shirt.
I did not want to let him have his way, so I decided to take a day off and traveled to meet him in the school after he had returned. I collected my shirt after we had a small but heated argument. I didn't use the shirt when I got home, I burnt it. Yes, I didn't want to fall victim to whatever he used it for. Maybe I was too harsh, but my thoughts had gone too far, and I needed to remove the regret from my mind.
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