GET ME OUT OF THIS PLACE

I want you guys to meet John. He is good looking but not the type to stop the party when he walks in. He is neither good looking nor ugly but either way, you would find him immediately interesting once you have a little chit chat with him. He has his way with black outfits and ever has a “stay the fuck away from me look ” in his face. How he captured my attention to date l still don’t understand. A lady like me in her early twenties, the age where you begin to encroach beautiful looks devastatingly beautiful would have fallen for the exact opposite of John but the heart wants what it wants.

He had not yet put a ring on my finger but l still got the chance to enjoy the girlfriend title at least that’s what l knew or thought i was. Days turned into weeks and eventually we were officially a thing. Marriage had never been my thing because l like the idea of being a free bird … if you know what l mean.

It was now time for me to move into his house and be the wife. l will be mean if l just don’t tell you how stinking rich this guy was. He was among the fat cats in that small town. He had a very luxurious home with high end finishes and amenities. Not to sound like a gold digger but, I felt like l had hit the jack pot. l swear this guy had checked all my right boxes and did l tell you how eloquent this guy was. l guess this was a cover up for his not so good looks because the guy sure had his way with words. He looked at me and smiled sardonically and said “karibu nyumbani”.

I really loved the place and couldn’t wait to give the house some aesthetic touch just for my personal satisfaction. Well, John showed me almost everything in the house just so l could feel at home. Well there was something that disturbed me and don’t call me stupid but l did not know how my loving john earned his living. The last time l checked he had an agency but l didn’t actually bother to know the details because l was sure he was just engaged in legit business.

Days passed and l could just melt on the fact that we were such a lovely couple until recently when l got a black eye. This was what happened, I was outside planting flowers when l noticed a house separate from the main house. I don’t know how in the world I had not taken my time to really study the place. You know I’m such a curious bird so I’m guessing you know what l did. Yes, I went to please my eyes. The room was locked but l tried my best and got it open. Ew! That smelt horrible but what l saw was way terrible. Wait, terrible is just an understatement l am still trying to find the right word.

The room was filled with undressed ladies on the verge of dying because of hunger and poor living conditions. I stood there as if paralyzed from the neck back up. Gibbering nonsense, unable to comprehend what had just happened, my mouth frozen wide open. Was this a brothel? I did not understand. When l finally came back to my senses, it was already too late because my man was back to pick a few for the night.

I’m guessing you already know what happened because I’m not trying to make you all emotional. It’s been five days already but l feel like its been a year GET ME OUT OF THIS PLACE ALREADY. Dear sister, before you settle down with someone take your time to really know the person. Don’t forget to get me out of this place.