04/22/2025
He ghosted me. Just like that.
One minute, we were talking every dayāmorning, noon, night. Chats. Calls. Video calls. Three whole months of consistent, intense communication. Then ((((poof)))āhe vanished.
No warning. No explanation.
I kept asking myself what I said wrong. What did I do to make Bright disappear?
Brightā¦ the smartest man Iāve ever met. He always knew what to say. He understood me faster than I could understand myself. He never judged me, not even when I admitted to my worst mistakes. He was kind. Patient. Empathetic.
He was the bright light that shines throught my hard-dark time.
He knew I had just come out of a terrible heartbreakāKenny, the man who slept with my teenage sister and shattered my heart into pieces. And yet, Bright gave me space to find myself and heal.
He said all the right words. He helped me clear the fog in my heart and see the situation with new eyes.
If it wasnāt for Bright, I might have followed Toyinās advice.
āJust see the man, Bimpe,ā
she said.
āHeāll sleep with you and then do whatever you want. Even if you want Kenny to run madājust one night!ā
I was tempted. I really was. But just when I was about to give Toyin the go-ahead, Bright called.
His voice had a strange effect on meāit calmed me but also sent chills through my core.
āYes, Brother BOG,ā
I said. That was my nickname for himā Brother Bright of God. He liked it.
He sighed deeply and said, āBimpe, donāt let anyone push you to harm Kenny. Yes, he was a terrible person. Yes, he hurt you deeply. But maybeājust maybeāGod removed him from your life for a reason. You want to go back and tell God He made a mistake? Baby girl, sometimes bad people enter our lives to teach us, to redirect us. Let him go in peace. Leave vengeance to God.ā
Then the line went dead.
I never told Toyin why I changed my mind.
Bright never told me where he lived, and he never asked for my address either. But one afternoon, he sent me lunchāand a new phoneāafter I told him my bag got slashed at Ojota and my phone was stolen.
I didnāt sleep that night. I wanted to kiss him. Hug him. Paint his face with all the love I had buried in my soul.
That same week, I got promoted at work. My salary doubled. Life was finally making sense.
But Bright was nowhere to be found.
Desperate, I went through his page and found a company listed. I stalked him online for two weeks before finally summoning the courage to walk into the office and ask to see him.
I had to cause a scene before the secretary allowed me to the MD.
āI want to see Mr. Bright,ā
I said, voice trembling.
āHeās a close friend. I havenāt heard from him in three months.ā
I used my motherās old trickātears. He couldn't help but hear me out.
After ten long minutes of checking records, he sighed and said,
"How does this Mr Bright look like? Please describe him."
Mr Daud asked. I gulped my spit almost ten times before I found my voice.
"He..... he has dread.. his eyes is magical, he smiles alot. He has a broad shoulder and his jawline is.... is..."
I trembled as I tried to describe the man that has taken over my life. I could only state things that mesmerized me.
āIām sorry, Bimpe. Thereās no one named Bright working here. He doesnāt exist in our system. I hate to say this, butā¦ it sounds like you were scammed. That's another tactics scammers uses for single ladies. He probably...."
I couldnāt respond. I just stood up and walked out.
And so what if he was a scammer? He brought joy into my life. He gave me peace when I had none. If that was a scam, I didnāt mind being the fool.
But still, I asked myselfā*am I that much of a joke? That someone can walk into my life, touch my heart, and vanish like I was nothing?*
No. Bright wasnāt fake. I knew it.
That night, I cried myself to sleep. And I dreamt of him.
The next morning, I was doing laundry when I bumped into my new neighbor at 4:50 a.m. He was rushing out, and his phone fell. I bent to help him pick it upāand I saw a familiar picture flash on the screen.
He snatched the phone from my hand and walked away quickly.
I knew what I saw.
I waited outside his door that night until he came backāaround 1 a.m. I hid in the dark. He didnāt see me. But through the window, I caught a glimpse of his roomāand my pictures. Big ones. Framed. Plastered all over the wall.
Then I heard his voice. He was talking to himself.
āBimpe, I saw you again today. I still donāt have the courage to talk to youā¦ but I will. Even if it takes me a year. I will.ā
My heart nearly exploded. I wanted to scream but I held myself back.
The next morning, I knew he would wants to leave early to avoid me, but, I was waiting outside the gate.
As he came out to take his bike, I stopped him.
āBright,ā I said, calmly but firmly.
āHow could you? Even if you disguise with all the hoodies in this world, Iāll still know itās you. Why did you ghosted me? I remember the scar on your thumbāthe one you got while helping your brother. I know your eyes. I know your voiceāI play it every day in my head. Why Bright? I've seen the security video, I saw you watching me through the window. You love me, tell me what's stopping you from asking me out?saw the pictures in your room. You kept talking to my pictures. Now here I am. Face me. Bright, I love you. Even if you don't love me. My love is enough for the both of us. Just say something. Iāve loved you since the first day. Please, Bright.ā
He didnāt say a word. He climbed his bikeā¦ and never came back.
That was thirteen years ago.
Iām 39 now. And Iāve made peace with one truthāI will wait for him.
And if he never returns, Iāll wait until death takes me away.
The End.
DD ā¦ā¦.copied
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