Comrade confession

Hey, it has been a while now since we segregated and I hope all is well on your side. I’m truly apologetic it never went how we had intended but before you judge me please you have to hear me out first.

 I come from a household of five progenies and all of us are in public universities thanks to the government half of our fees is sorted although my parents have to work extra to afford the other half and upkeep money.

 Afore I left home, I assured my parents to work extra hard than I did at high school so that they would enjoy my success even if it’s just for a year.

This meant total devotion to my studies for that’s the only reason I’m here anyway but with your company, I don’t think my promise would be valid since you also needed almost half my attention.

My dear, I’m not ready for another extra commitment, for now, I’m not ready for pre mature love where all our personal problems are posted in social media and explained to third parties neither I’m I ready to complete the ‘1+1’ sum in my mind right now.

See, I live in a bedsitter somewhere in the school outskirts where the rent is paid by my parents, they also give me pocket money, I walk each day from my place to school, I don’t take three meals a day (don’t ask why), I have assignments and projects to complete, I only see pizza, parties and drug abuse in American series, my unstable side hustle isn’t enough either and I don’t know how to abort.

Please don’t get mad at me, try and understand that all these things come with time and now isn’t the time.

A time will come when I will be proud to use my own money to buy you airtime, make your hair, take you to mature parties, be there when you need me (with no obstacles such as exams and lectures) and proudly introduce you to my family and friends.

You may not see the reputation for our parting but believe me; you will come to understand later. Please take this opportunity and strengthen your future roots too and I hope we will still be friends.
Yours faithful
COMRADE.