DAMIAN’S P.O.V.
The problem is not adding you up on whatsapp, but you avoiding my video calls, declining my calls and ignoring some of my questions thereof.
Even the constant pictures she sent to me on my whatsapp DM, doesn’t tally with the kind of person she claimed to be.
“MY FATHER IS THE RETIRED----SORRY, FORMER GOVERNOR OF ACCRA.”
She claimed.
If I still remember very well, I’ve taken and saw some pictures of almost all the governors of Ghana-----and their daughters flirting with me too in the last year’s gala, but this lady does not seem like one of the socialite family to me.
I could smell that.
The anonymous woman claiming not to be anonymous still refuses to give me the green card I wish to see. I can see she is nothing but a sly player.
These kind of woman can turn a man into her automatic teller machine, and I don’t mind falling a victim of that category, because I’ll only make it the biggest mistake of her life.
‘ALICIA’ Right?
She claimed that to be her name. And that made me remember that no former governor of Ghana has a daughter named ALICIA.
Most of her photos don’t seem genuine to me. Some are blurry and very old.
Is she trying to play the part of a con-artist? Because I have my reasons………..
Am a PRO in games like this. I technically know how to draw my maps.
Today she’s a nurse, tomorrow she’s a scientist and next, she’s a pilot.
How many occupations should one person have before becoming great in life?
Hers is already a worldwide thing.
And for the past one month that we’ve been talking, I can sense lies, deceit and deceptionin majority of our conversation…………. a lot of it.
Why do some women have to lie? Is it that they were apparently born with it?
She don’t even have a family photo.
Probably, she is doing this for money. Well, I, Damian Ayomide, I have more than enough to give to her. I don’t mind she exposing herself to the truth, I’d pay her off immediately.
Since she’s hiding her identity behind the corner, then allow me catch some golf fun with my old schoolmates. Afterall, it’s been a very long time since I chilled with sport.
“When are you going to london and how many days are you spending?” Calvin asked curiously.
My golf club placed behind my golf ball, “Days are understatement if I leave tomorrow and spend a month there, Cal.” I hit hard, watching myself score proudly.
Elliot took the golf club from me. It’s his turn to play. “Mom has been calling me back home to meet the lady she has brought for me to marry in Denmark.” he complained.
Brandon laugh hard. “Yo, you are making it sound like your mother just made your most hatest meal.”
“Dude, the worst thing is that she’s neither beautiful nor attractive. She doesn’t have good curves……...she’s not my class----our class.” Elliot groaned, scoring.
When Calvin asked, “Then what class category does she belong to?
He remarked, pointing at Brandon. “A middle class babe like your EX who used your bank account to become rich.”
WOW!
That’s what I call PREMIUM GOLD DIGGERS…….
Maybe Alicia has a membership card there.
I couldn’t help but chuckle for innocent Brandon that was bankrupted by his Ex.
“But dude, before you and Sonia broke up, she never looked like a low class kitty to me.” Owen interfered. He hasn’t said anything for a long time other than chating with his pregnant wife, Philomena.
I shook my head helplessly. Only if they hear my own side of the story they won’t be able to speak again. “Guys,” I exhaled. “Why is everyone so concerned about Brandon and Elliot and no one bothers to ask me how it’s going?” They remain quiet, busy staring at me like goats looking into the wells.
Well, I guess I’ll have to tell them.
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