A Fascinating True Love Story...

by Kesena Desmond

This true love story describes how girls generally exhibit love for money and highlights the fact that many love stories are devoid of any genuine love. Please read on...
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Quite frankly, I never knew that there was such thing as "money love" - until experience taught me differently. Now l know that money love stories far outnumber true love stories in Nigeria - and most probably elsewhere globally - today.

My Love Background

Honestly, if my love biography was to be written, l firmly believe that the writer would be doing me a great injustice if he failed to mention that l had always been the advocate of true love. This is because not only did l have a strong faith in the existence of true love, but l also had a vivid description of what constituted true love. Never was l at any time an advocate of fake or counterfeit love, otherwise known as "gaming playing".

Perhaps it is good manners at this point to introduce myself. My name is Kesena Desmond (real name has been changed), a business man doing business in Delta State, southern part of Nigeria. This is my personal love story that l had with some Nigerian girls within a period of three (3) years, between 2007 to 2010.

Money Love

The love story related here is a true account of my relationship with Aruoriwo, Ejiro and Blessing (their real names have been changed). During this encounter, l personally experienced firsthand the bitter taste of how female game players treat their male lovers. It was indeed a pill that was too bitter to swallow!

Before l go into the story proper, let me just point out here that none of the relationship lasted for more than a month. I have experienced other relationships which lasted longer within the same period, but these ones are the most outstanding among all my relationships within this period. And they are outstanding because they are good examples of counterfeit love drama.

It is noteworthy that there is a common thread or factor in all my relationships and that is money. They all came to an abrupt end for that same singular reason. In simple terms, the girls in question were not in search of true love. The love that the girls were showcasing was counterfeit. It was no love. It was money love.

And why is that? It is because they were fair-weather lovers. They all wanted money and instant material benefits.

However, since l wanted the real thing - genuine, enduring and everlasting 50-50 love - it became obvious within a short time that we could not continue with our relationship any longer.

Similarly, l made it very clear to them without mincing words that l did not have money to give them at all. Please do not get the wrong impression that l was being stingy. Far from it.

I was simply trying to be as honest as l possibly could. I could not resort to lies and deception just to keep them from leaving me. On the other hand, I tried very hard to satisfy their financial needs to the best of my ability. But, they were not contented with what l could provide. They wanted more. And to make it worst, they were players.

Well, let me just relate the fake love tale and leave you to be the judge in this matter.

My Encounter With Aruoriwo

There is this girl called Aruoriwo which l came across in my neighbourhood within just a few days of the heartbreak l experienced in my last relationship before l met her. Aruoriwo was a very pretty girl and I was instantly carried away by her chocolate complexion and "figure 8" shape that could make even a reverend father have an immediate rethink on renouncing his sacred oath of celibacy. Hehehehehehe...

Even the lyrics of Don Williams in his song "falling again" which was resounding in my mind could not prevent me from talking to her. So, without much ado, I chatted her up, exchanged phone numbers with her and in just one week l had taken her out twice and had equally gotten her in between my sheets.

Ooh lah lah! Was l a fast worker or what? Anyway, l actually thought l was on to something genuiWINE (sic) this time. But, little did l know that it was the precursor to the excessive demand for money that Aruoriwo was going to put up later on.

To tell you the solemn truth, I really loved Aruoriwo - maybe partly because of her seductive feminine features - but l was equally eager to show it to her too. To prove it, l sent at least ten beautifully composed messages every single day during our short relationship, to which she would always tell me "story" when l called her on phone thereafter. And l would immediately correct her that she was supposed to say "thank you" to my sweet compliments. But, what did a player know about the proper response to love?

I even fondly called her Riwo which sounded sweeter in my ears than Aruoriwo but she would object vehemently to my utmost dismay.

But, little did l know at that time that l was dealing with a coldblooded game player who did not have the word love in her dictionary. The only language that she understood was cool, crispy, cold-blooded cash! Dining with the devil was by far better in comparison than having any dealing with Aruoriwo. Unknown to me, all my lovingly and carefully constructed sweet words simply fell on deaf ears.

On one occasion when she went to the saloon to get her hair done, l left my office which was not so far away from the place to take food to her because l knew she would be hungry after spending several hours doing her hair there. We ate the food together before l went back to the office that afternoon.

I soon noticed, however, that "my girl" was extremely money-conscious as she started making huge demands about buying some electronics and a generating set including "this" and "that" which she would use at the village where she was going to do her Industrial Training (l.T.).

In order not to be seen as being stingy or not caring, l gave her one of the generators that l was using at that time as l had two. I also promised her l was going to fulfill the other demand once salaries were paid at my office by the end of that month.

But, to cut the long story short, when l paid her a surprise visit at the place where she was doing her l.T. after the commencement of her lndustrial Training, l found her single room apartment tastefully furnished with a bed, a sofa, a designer-laced wardrobe, a wall-to-wall rug, a home theatre and a plasma Television set to complement the luxurious scenery. I stood in the middle of the room transfixed to the spot where l was standing while l simply gazed at the room in complete wonderment. What l was seeing before me - though not much - would take my full three months salary to put together at once!

She was shocked at seeing me, to say the least. Her face suddenly went white like a fresh fall of snow despite the suffocating heat of the midday sun. And when l tried to take her in my arms in spite of my surprise, she became suddenly so scared that she looked furtively from left to right like a trapped mouse.

Suddenly it became as obvious to me like a lone neon sign on a dark deserted alley at night.

The answer to the silent question between us and the bed post instantly stood out like a sore distressing thumb on a person's right hand. After a little quizzing, Aruoriwo simply had no choice but to tell me the whole sordid truth because l made it quite clear that l was not going to leave the room or leave town until she gave me convincing answers as to her strange behaviour.

Like a hardened criminal who had just been caught red-handed in the act and who no longer cared a hoot what happened to her any longer, she had to admit to me without any abashment whatsoever that she was having an affair with a mobile police officer even before our relationship started and that it was him who had hired and furnished the apartment for her. Sweet Jeeezuz! What was l hearing? Had l been taken for a comic ride or what?

I looked at her as she sat down looking forlorn on the untidy bed but she could not meet my eyes.

So, in spite of being a player, she still had a heart after all! She knew what she had done. She knew what she meant to me. And now, she knew she had broken my heart. She knew what l represented - an unblemished, enduring genuine love - that was very rare to come by. She knew... So, she could not meet my eyes.

Feeling utterly deflated and defeated indeed, I left the room without sitting down or receiving an offer of even an ordinary drinking water and left the town immediately as l did not wish to have an encounter with an officer of the law. I do not need to consult with a fortune teller to know what could have resulted from such an encounter.

And that was how my relationship with Aruoriwo which was barely a month old ended as abruptly as it had started. And just in case you are wondering what eventually became of the relationship between Aruoriwo and the police officer, she has since moved on to someone else after her lndustrial Training at that village.

With the benefit of hindsight, l now realise that Aruoriwo is nothing but a gold-digger. She cannot love anyone but herself.

I even recall her telling me on phone some days after my return from seeing her at her l.T. location that her body was hers to use and do whatever pleased her and that whenever she felt the urge she would simply call any man to have sex with her - for money, of course. A prostitute?

That was putting it very mildly since some prostitutes have self-respect, but in their case it is simply a job. They just must do what they must do. Pure and simple. They are even eager to please you as they desire to give you value for money paid and they do not steal your money in the process as well.

Hold it right there! I know what you are thinking right now in your mind as you read this - since l know your imagination must be running berserk. You are no doubt wondering how l came to know a lot about prostitutes, are you not? Admit it! Is that not what you are thinking? Hehehehehehe...

But, in the case of Aruoriwo, she was much worse; she was a harlot, a slut and a whore all combined! I recently heard that a guy from Lagos came to town to get her engaged.

Engaged? Aruoriwo engaged! And l laughed so hard that tears flowed freely down my face and my voice became hoarse. That is indeed one wedding that l sure ain't gonna miss for anything in the world! And l intend to keep you posted on the proceedings on the occasion as well.

My love drama with Aruoriwo certainly qualify as the greatest of all money love stories of the decade. Or, don't you agree?

My Encounter with Ejiro

l had a couple of other relationships after Aruoriwo, but the one worthy of mention is the one l had with Ejiro - if you could actually refer to it as a relationship. My interaction with Ejiro is the classical example of a fake love tale.

Ejiro was the girl l met inside a commuter bus on my way from Lagos to Delta state. My relationship with her was not as dramatic as the one l had with Aruoriwo but you will soon see why l feel that she is worthy of mention.

What l instantly noticed about her was her young and attractive face as well as her dark wavy hair which fell to shoulder length. She was in the company of a female friend of hers and they were discussing her faulty phone. Sitting close by them at the back of the vehicle, l saw that as my cue to join them in the conservation.

She warmed up to me instantly and told me that the phone stopped working after it fell into water. So l took the phone and inspected it. She explained to me that she could still receive calls with the phone, but would not know who was calling as the phone was totally blind as a result of the damage done to it by the water which entered the phone.

I offered a few suggestions and told her to take it for repairs as soon as she possibly could. She said she would do that once she had the chance. It was not difficult thereafter to ask her her name and request for her phone number. That was when l realised that she was from the same village as myself.

Anyway, l called her for the next several days and asked her on the different occasions if she had got her phone fixed. She replied in the negative and l offered to give her one of the two camera phones which l was using that was still in good working condition. She practically jumped at the offer and we fixed the date that she would visit me for the following Sunday.

D-day arrived and she came as appointed. To make it easier for her, l told her to meet me at my business premises that l would be waiting for her there. When she eventually arrived, she would have just taken the phone and made an about-turn - judging by the mood that she was in. But, when she saw my demeanour - of course, l was not ready to part with my phone without getting her to my place! - she had no choice but to follow me home. So, l boarded an okada (commuter motorbike) with her and took her home.

We alighted from the okada, paid the bike man while he simply stared at us with unconcealed glee and envy.

Suffice it to say that l got her inside the house, entertained Ejiro with a fruit juice and a video film on my DVD player. Then l gave her the phone, telling her not to delete any of the contacts from the phone as l was yet to retrieve all of them.

I would have gone down on her there and then if she had shown enough willingness and eagerness.

Those were two extremely vital signs that l always looked for in my female companions as far as the business of sex was concerned and as far as l am concerned. So, l let go of her because those two vital signs were totally absent in Ejiro. Secondly, l did not want it to look as if l wanted to take "payment" for the phone l was giving to her. So, l played it mature. After all, there was going to be many more days of sex with Ejiro, l reasoned with myself.

But, little did l know that l was never going to see Ejiro ever again - at least not in my house. I later realised that l was simply not in her reckoning at all. She had only come for my phone and now she had the phone that business for her was over. And to make it look like the perfect Santa Claus, l had paid her two-way fare to collect the phone as well. What an amazing Santa Claus l was! Or, is it the classical MUGU?

Now l understand the behaviours of both Aruoriwo and Ejiro perfectly. Both of them had the love of money deeply ingrained in their entire being - even if it was not at the same level. They both saw the same thing - the present - a young man living in a bed sitter, with no money and no car.

They did not see any strong motivation to stay. They were impatient and unwilling to look at the future - maybe 3 months, 6 months, a year or even 3 years - of this young man. So, they both left as they had come.

And many Nigerian girls would make this same mistake over and over again. Why? For the simple reason that l see the immediate future of this young man and every other intelligent, aspiring and hard working young men quite brightly and clearly - it is located somewhere beyond the skies!

An Online Fling

But, come to think of it: Why do all my personal love stories have to follow the same pattern - money love stories? I am still battling with finding the proper answer to this question even as l write this. The latest in the love epic is that of Blessing, a girl whom l met on itsmy.com. Initially when we got talking, she said she was financially ok.

But, recently, after we started talking on phone, she started demanding for recharge cards (calling credits) and would always complain of her lack of money - as if she had forgotten completely about her messages which she sent to me on itsmy.

Why do they always have to put up the same sort of behaviour lacking any self respect? They would ask you for money even when you are not in a relationship with them as though it was their right to do so, as though you were their guardian, without any shame whatsoever.

And even though she has agreed to pay me a visit in Delta state, a distance which transversed two states, l seriously doubt her sincerity with respect to fulfilling her part of the bargain. I could send her the transport fare - that was the easy part - but the difficult part is getting her to come to see me in Delta state because there is nothing stopping her from simply pocketing the money without even a word of thanks to me and still refuse to come. Then l would look like the classical MUGU all over again. Or, what do you think?

My experience after these various encounters has highlighted the general attitude of the majority of Nigerian girls nowadays. They are simply not ready for a long-term commitment based upon true love, trust, honesty and understanding. All they keep looking for is the easy life - a life of comfort and instant gratification. Theirs is a case of money love, if there is any such term in the vocabulary of love.

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I am eternally grateful to all the girls who have come into my life and left a mark on my heart no matter how painful that mark was and many others yet to come whose identities, at present, remain unknown.

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Watch out for my full love story right from my teenage years and on till my adult years - to be published hopefully in this website soon.

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