written by sonia okehie
A Two Faced Lover
(episode 6)
There’s a popular saying that “you never know how strong you are until
being strong is the only option you have”. Every human walking the surface
of this earth have their limits on which they can tolerate things, and hear
me when I say you don’t want to be the person to push them beyond that
limit. Even the softest heart can become as ha-rd as stone when you abuse
and maltreat it. The worst thing a person can do is to be the one that
brings out the beast from an initially lovely person, because they would
never forgive you for bringing out the worst in them and you will
definitely be the first to taste their wrath. Saint had succeeded in ma-king
Rose a bitter person; this is the same lady that once loved him and was
excited at a future with him. The pain he inflicted on her had made her
bitter and hateful towards anything that concerned him. The fact that Saint
even had the guts to l@yhis hands on Rose after she had made up her mind
to let go of the past and move on, had succeeded in reopening the wound she
was at the verge of closing. At that moment, the beast in her had awaken
and she was re-ady to create a scene that had never been seen before. D–n
the consequences and eyes ba-lls because Rose’s temper had skyrocketed to
Mars and a Broadway show was inevitable!
After the sl@p retaliation, Saint bec@m£ more furious and so was Rose. She
held him ti-ghtly on his shi-t and squee-zed it as though she wanted to choke
him. At that moment, few people had began to notice what was going on and
gradually made their way to the scene.
“How dare you? Who do you think you are? You must be mad!” Rose flared up.
Saint f0rç£fully knocked her hands off him and tried to re-move her hands
from his shi-t but couldn’t because she was holding it with every single
strength she had. “You are a coward, did you hear me well? I said you are a
coward! Listen, if you hit my hands again, I will make sure you rot in the
police cell. Look at this clown of a human, Saint you are a hypocrite, a
coward, a two faced human being and a chronic womaniser. Yes I said it!
That’s what you are” she continued in intense anger.
While hell broke loose, people started gathering the scene and few people
recognised who Saint was. Due to the fact that they were aware of the
controversies that was surrounding him of late on the Internet, they
brou-ght out their phones and started recording while others tried to
separate the fight.
Things got so heated that the Mall security officials had to hurry down to
the scene to resolve the issue. Due to the fact that so many guys where
pres£nt there, Saint couldn’t raise his hands on Rose again because he
feared they might jump on him for beating a lady. Everything that was
happening was extremely embarras-sing for Saint that he secretly started
regretting confronting Rose in the first place. “What have I gotten myself
into? I should have just ignored this crazy lady and head home” he thought
to himself as the issue escalated.
With the help of the security officials and concerned people, they were
able to plead with Rose to let go and pardon Saint for his actions. It
wasn’t an easy plea but she eventually re-leased his shi-t from her hands
and fiercely stormed out. She headed towards the parking lot, entered her
car and drove off leaving Saint behind at the scene. He was answering some
questions with the security officials because they held him hostage for
some time, but finally let him go.
As Saint walked away from the scene and headed to where he parked his car,
Shame almost killed him. At that moment, he wished that the ground could
just open and swallow him up because the eye ba-lls on him were just too
much. de-ep down, he regretted his actions but it was alre-ady too late
because the deed had alre-ady been done and it was just a matter of few
hours before it hit the Internet.
Just as predicated, in just few hours the incident went viral. Social media
blew up the story and even added some lies to the story to twist it in such
a way that it will bring mas-sive traffic. Before the next morning, the news
was almost in every blog and was even broadcasted on television stations.
Imagine waking up to over a hundred articles written from different blogs
and media sites about you? The funny thing was that everyone twisted the
story one way of the other and that resulted to different versions of one
story. Saint was weak and couldn’t eat anything all day. His phones where
b!owing up with calls for interviews that he even had to switch it off. It
felt like his whole world was crumbling and it killed him beyond words can
say.
On the other hand, Rose wasn’t that bothered or moved about what happened
because not too many people knew her and she wasn’t a celebrity, unlike
Saint. Despite the fact that few people recognised her in the viral video,
she didn’t see it as a big deal because confrontations like that happened
all over the world everyday so there was nothing to be ashamed of. The only
thing she did was to explain to her bosses at work and succeeded in ma-king
them un-derstand that she was attacked by Saint for reasons unknown to her.
They saw it as self defence and pardoned her.
With the way things were looking, the only person at the losing end was
Saint because he was a public figure that had numerous skeletons in his
cu-pboard. He was the one that lived a double standard life, the one that
lied to his followers and deceived the mas-ses, he was the one that had a
dirty secret of being a ‘Dominant’ who loved to exploit women but didn’t
want commitment and he was the one that was living a Big Lie.
This is exactly why being real will always be a hundred times better than
living a fake life. The worst thing you can do to yourself is to live a Lie
because one day, your true self must surely surface. See, you can never
pretend or deceive people for too long because it’s just a matter of time
before you will eventually get tired of your own fakeness and
subconsciously start revea-ling your true self.
If you pretend to be nice when you are a demon behind closed doors, one day
you must show your true colour in public. If you pretend to be a giver when
the c@m£ras are rolling but a stingy person when no one is watching, then
it’s just a matter of time before that lie will wear you out. There’s
nothing as easy and beautiful as living your truth and not a lie because
when you live your truth, you will never crack even when tossed into a
burning fire.
It’s apparent that Saint never took life lessons from experienced people
and clearly wasn’t befitting to be called a Life Coach. How can you give
what you don’t have? How can you pour from an empty cu-p? How can you preach
something you don’t practice? How can you repres£nt something you don’t
believe in? There’s certainly no way it’s possible and that’s why there was
an expiry d@t£ attached to Saint’s success.
Due to everything that was happening in Saint’s life, he bec@m£ sober and
even went as far as deactivating all his social media accounts. It was such
a humiliating and humbling period in his life. It was then that all his bad
deeds and mischief started to dawn on him. He began to recall all the
ladies he had toyed with and how much he truly hurt them.
Gradually, Saint’s ha-rd shell began to crack and eventually broke into
pieces. He couldn’t stand the pain and pressure so he travelled out of the
country so as to find peace and go far away from all the drama surrounding
his life and name. Unfortunately for him, he couldn’t still find peace nor
happiness; despite travelling a long distance away from home.
That period was so emotionally draining for Saint that he lost excess
weight. His family and closed friends still loved him and were there for
him no matter what. Thanks to Saint’s family members otherwise he could
have committed suicide or harm himself. He took everyday one step at a time
and prayed for peace each day.
As time went by, Saint began to feel the nee-d to see a thera-pists to help
him with his predic@m£nt. He was able to get in contact with one at the
place he travelled to and a ‘one week’ thera-py session was conducted.
During that one week thera-py session, Saint wasn’t really feeling the
impact initially until about the third day. The thera-py session started
normally but things got heated and went from zero to hundred real quic-k.
“Why did you come back for the 3rd time? Tell me Saint, what do you truly
want?” the thera-pist asked in a calm soft tone. Saint looked into her eyes
as he scratched the leather of the chair he was seated on. “I nee-d help and
haven’t gotten it since we started this thera-py session” he soberly said,
“What kind of help do you seek?” she asked, “I don’t know, maybe peace” he
sadly revealed.
The thera-pist smiled faintly and looked into his teary eyes. She knew what
his problem was and wanted to help him but nee-ded him to truly de-sire the
help he sought because only then can he truly change. “What could you have
done differently if you can take back the hands of time?” she asked. Saint
paused for a while and said; “I would have practised what I preached, treat
women more nicely and maybe truly love someone”.
Saint’s reply was heartwarming and gave the thera-pist a reason to look
forward to a genuine change in him. She knew he was sober and broken and
that was the perfect time for a change to take place. “I want you to do
something for me tonight, s£nd an apology to everyone you have hurt in the
past. If there’s any reason as to why you can’t reach a p@rticular person,
s£nd that apology to yourself and re-ad it out loud. Do this and I promise
you that you will wake up a better person than you are now” the thera-pist
said.
The task given was quite difficult because there were so many people Saint
had wronged in the past. He knew they hated him and didn’t want to set
their eyes on him but he had to do the task since it had the power of
ma-king him feel better. That night, he s£nt out an apology to every lady he
had hurt in the past and also to all his ‘Call Girls’. For those he wasn’t
able to reach due to one thing or the other, he re-ad the apology to himself
as the thera-pist instructed.
Everything went smoothly till it got to the last person which was Rose.
When it got to her turn, he felt a different way and instantly knew that
she was indeed special from the rest and nee-ded to render her apology face
to face. He postponed hers till when he travelled back home. It was such an
uplifting task and it made Saint more sober and a bit better.
Days pas-sed and life suddenly started looking differently to saint than the
way it used to be. He surprisingly wasn’t moved by the media or what people
said about him because he had owned up his mistakes and was deliberately
ma-king amends. The thera-py session was helpful and had impacted him greatly.
After a while, Saint travelled back home to continue with his life. The
Internet tension had died down a bit and everyone had moved on from his
story. He invested some of the money he had on a new business venture and
started all over again. It was such a humbling experience for Saint but was
worth it because it brou-ght out the best in him.
As life went on, Saint always carried Rose in his spirit. He was aware he
hadn’t apologised to her yet but was hesitant because he didn’t know where
she lived so as to pay her a surprise visit but the good news was that he
knew where she worked.
Most times, Saint used his fake social media accounts to stalk Rose to see
how she had been doing. He would spend hours scrolling throu-gh her pictures
and looking at them over and over again. With time, he started noticing
that his heart skipped severally beats whenever he was lost in her
thoughts.
de-ep down, Saint knew Rose was special and kept wondering why he treated
her so badly. He always felt ashamed whenever he recalled that he hit her
that fateful day at the mall. It was always traumatising whenever he
thought of it. Unable to hold back any longer, he did something unexpected
one fateful day.
It happened one evening that Saint drove down to Rose’s workplace and
waited outside for her to close and come out. At around 6pm, she walked out
from the office building, entered her car and drove off. As she left, he
secretly followed her behind until he got to her destination. By the time
they arrived at her house, the sky was alre-ady dark.
As Rose alighted, Saint got down from his car too and gently walked up to
her. Immediately she saw him, she almost dropped dead due to shock because
he was the last person she ever thought would be standing right in front of
her in her compound. “Why are you here? What do you want? Or do you want to
sl@p me again?” She angrily inquired.
With tears in Saint’s eyes, he took a de-ep breath and soberly said; “I know
I am the last person you want to talk to or hear anything from but plea-se
hear me out. I hate myself for ma-king you the person you had become,
because the Rose I met at the restaurant that fateful day was a sweetheart
and charming lady. I was stupid to have hurt you that way but I know better
now. I’m so sorry Rose, I’m so so sorry. Can you plea-se forgive me?”.
Rose didn’t know when tears fell off her eyes too. She looked into Saint’s
eyes and could tell that he was truly sorry, but it’s quite unfortunate
that she wasn’t re-ady to render forgiveness to the one man that hurt her
more than anyone had ever done and succeeded in turning her into a beast.
She shed a few tears and said; “I’m sorry, but there’s no forgiveness in my
heart for you.