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It's so pathetic that it has to go this way and I have placed all my trust in my best friend not knowing that he was a chest.
Matthew was a good friend of mine ever since childhood. We do things together and even read together. We also went to the same institution. We helped each other and watched each other's backs.
Peter was our friend who had told me how cunny Matthew is but I never seem to believe it just because of how we have been treating each other.
Peter asked me "Have you ever asked for something special from your friend?
Truly I thought of the question Peter asked deeply but came up with no answer. Somehow, I have been together with Matthew and have received little help one way or the other but the way I helped him cannot.be compared.
That was that,
I traveled to meet up with my uncle just to ask for money. I had called him before traveling and he assured me there was no problem. He told me to be coming and that he is going to sort my problem out. I was so excited when I heard this.
My uncle's wife has been the wicked type who does not want to help me or any of my siblings. She has no business with my uncle's family and instead can die to help her family members.
I never knew she heard my conversation with my uncle on the phone. We were not through with the conversation before she intruded. She walked up to my uncle and told him, "I'm not ready to help anyone in my house, not even to give anyone money. At least he has parents and so he should tell his parents about the money he needed". I was hearing it from the background as my uncle had not aborted the call.
Foolishly after hearing this, I still took myself and myself to my uncle's house. My friend, Matthew warned me not to go on this journey but I refused just because of what I needed to get.
When I was leaving, I had double the transport fare with me just in case things turned out not in my favor, and even went with extra to enjoy my life. I got to my uncle's place and met their gate locked. I knocked and knocked but no one answered. I called my uncle's phone number but it was switched off. "Wow…, this is serious", I said.
After several knocks and calls, I decided to go back to where my legs took me from. On my way back, I had to branch after seeing fried chicken bleeding in oil. No one would see this without buying. The extra I took apart from my transport fare was what I used to pay for what I bought. It was so delicious. I brought out my phone just to tell my friend about what had happened, not knowing that the last cash which I had placed for transportation had fallen without my knowledge. I got to the park and off I went.
I truly enjoyed myself on this journey not knowing that there was going to be doom ahead of me. We were almost getting to the final bus stop when the driver shouted, please pass your money from the back. With happiness, I dipped my hands in my pocket but found nothing. My eyes were clear. I could not believe my eyes and immediately called Matthew to bail me out. I told him to come to the bus stop and bail me out, which he agreed to.
I told the driver to be patient. Where Matthew was at that moment not far from the park. It was just like a stone's throw. We got to the park but Matthew was nowhere to be found. I tried his phone number and it was switched off. Ye…I'm dead, I shouted aloud. The driver had no choice other than to seize my phone.
I was fuming deep inside of me saying "I will cut the friendship between Matthew and me today and in fact, I am not going to be friends with him any longer".
