THE GIFT

I don't know why People like me exist in the world... .Perhaps we are nature's way of striking a balance between normal and F**kup.

I know my tale may sound outlandish or crazy even.

But it's the truth.

It all started when I was Fifteen.I was involved in a car accident.

Relax,...nobody died.In fact,the most serious injury was mine.

I was thrown from the car and banged my head pretty good against a tree stump.

I blacked out  of course, and woke up a day later in a hospital to find my parents standing over my bed.



The doctors said I suffered a Concussion.It was the first time I'd ever heard the word.Sounded like such a bad thing.

Anyway,they said I was lucky to be alive.In fact they claimed I HAD actually died for about Three minutes or so.But some how,they'd managed to bring me back.

My parents were terriffied to think that they could lose their only daughter.But I guess it just wasn't my time.

Fate....destiny,Karma or whatever S**t you want to call it,had other plans for me.

Anyway,I was in the hospital for about a week.Truth is,the weirdness didn't really start till after I'd been discharged.

I Started noticing .....stuff...a couple of days later.

One evening,my mother was sitting by my bedside feeding me a bowl of soup.

One of the many perks of being ill or having an accident in my family is the royal treatment.

Anyway,my head was raging with volcanic eruptions of pain at the time.

The heat from the soup burned my lips.

"...Stop it "I gasped.

Now, my parents prided themselves in raising a polite and respectful child.So when my mother paused with the spoon just inches from my mouth I half-expected a Hard-Ijaw Mother's-back-hand across my face.

But oddly enough,she just stared at me ....in silence.

"I'm sorry..."I said.

".....Please continue"

Mother continued spoon-feeding me and that was the end of the matter.

I didn't think anything of it and immediately brushed the incident aside.

Then it happened again.

But this time,with my teenage boyfriend Deji.


We'd been dating for about a month or so at the time.I had a "No sex"rule which in hindsight, really pissed him off.

So at school a couple of weeks later,he came to me in his usual "fine boy"manner asking if I would like to go for an "all night party" with him.

Ofcourse I wasn't born yesterday.I knew what "an all night-party" translated to in f**k dialect.

Besides,at the time,my parents would've rather I were in a mental institution than at an " all night party"

So I gave him a strong emphatic NO.

As you might've guessed,this didn't go down too well with my horny boyfriend.

Infact he freaked out and called me a Prude....(another new word for me at the time).

But I kinda gleaned its meaning from the string of words that followed.

"...You're boring,...are you going to be a virgin forever?....Nawa o!!!"

I started feeling a migraine coming on.Ever since the accident,they had been off and on like the Power supply in this Country.

He was pissing me off.

"...You know what....?"I began,as the pain in my head intensified.

"....go and rape the next girl you see...since I'm such a prude and you're so horny....rubbish!!"

He just stood there staring at me as if I'd slapped him.

For a long time,he said nothing.

Once again,I expected a slap.And once again,it never came.

He nodded and turned around.

Seconds later,I heard a girl screaming in the adjacent classroom.

I (and the rest of the school)learned later that Deji had attempted  to rape a girl in her classroom.....in front of her classmates.

He had violently knocked her to the ground and began tearing off her blouse.

He had gone as far as her skirt when they pulled him off her.

Nobody could explain his sudden....crazed lust.It was as if he were a totally a different person.Like he'd been possessed by some messed up F**k-Demon.

Anyway,Deji was expelled after that.I never saw him again.Heard years later he become a Pastor or something.

Good for him.I thought at the time.

But it was years later I realized what had really happened that day in school.

I learned that for some reason,with a bit of focus, I had the ability to make people do anything I wanted them to.

I know I sounds pretty Sci-fi and you're probably rolling your eyes and going,"What the hell is she on about?"

But like I said before,it's  the truth.I'm not the type to rant on a popular blog for the sake of attention.

It's just not my style.

Anyway,I started testing this new...."skill" of mine.I wasn't even certain I had it.But I had to be sure.

I tried it on a couple of classmates.

I'd make them do little things like pick up a pen,sing the National Anthem....one time,I told a girl to slap a teacher.

To my shock,she did it.

I tested it on my parents too......especially my Dad.

Once I told him to give me all the money in his wallet.He did it without even blinking.

I also learnt how to make people do stuff and tell them to forget I told them to.

It was exciting.

I couldn't believe what was happening to me.

But I needed a final test to be certain.

With alot of courage,I walked into a bank one day.

I wasn't certain if I was going crazy,but I knew I had to try this "skill"on a TOTAL stranger.

The cashier was a smallish bald man with glasses.He reminded me of a Character I didn't like from Game Of Thrones.

So he was an obvious choice.

I walked up to him,took a deep breath and with all my focus said,

"Give me the bundle of Cash on your table...and forget you ever saw me"

He froze for a few seconds.

At that point,I half expected him to call security or something.

Instead,he reached for the bundle of cash on his table and handed it to me.

I promptly put it in my bag and started  exiting the bank when a Bank Security Guard stopped me.

"May I see your bag please?"He said.

It was my turn to freeze.I had no Idea what to do.

Then a thought occurred to me.

"Let..... me pass and forget you ever saw me"I said in a somewhat shaky voice.

He promptly stepped aside and let me go.

I left the bank with Two Hundred Thousand Naira.

I was elated.

I started using my "gift" like crazy.

Mostly,I used it to get money from people.

By the time I was done with Youth Service,I was a Millionaire.

It was great.

I could have anything I wanted.

I once met a very Cute Politician that I used the "gift" on.

I made him fall in love with me and enjoyed a beautiful "relationship"for a few months.

Things got weird when I found out my Cute Zombie was engaged to  someone at the time.

I found out later,the girl killed herself when she learned of our affair.

I was filled with guilt.

I swore  never to use my "gift"again.

But life was hard.I had no skills and I had used my "gift" to acquire a First Class certificate from school.

Finding work was difficult.

I eventually found a job at a small investment firm.

The pay was crap.But at least I was working.Besides,I'd acquired enough wealth to last a life-time.

I was content.....for awhile.

Until I met him.



His name is Richard.

He is without a doubt the finest and kindest man I have ever met.

I have tried to get  his attention to so long.But he just doesn't SEE me.

I think I'm in love with him.

I can barely contain myself when I see him.

But he doesn't see me.

I have vowed never to use my "gift" again.

I want to settle down...badly.

But he doesn't see me.

My question is,if you were in my shoes,would you use your "gift"on someone you love.....to get him to love you too?

I need an answer please.

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