By Lenzah Moraa
If you guys ever thought you were going through a bad time, here is my story.
My name is Lenzah Moraa but mostly people know me as Montana (Monty).
My story begins back in 2016 where I met some guy.
I can take it back. It was on a Friday afternoon I was with my cousin heading to our local home restaurant to buy some fries.
So on our way we met three guys of course having beer at the local pub. Since we were so focused about our business we just assumed and went. We got our fries and on our way back, they insisted we join them for a drink.
Being a Friday and since it was a nice place to relax as we wait for turn up, we agreed to join them haha.
So we got to do some introduction and we knew each other. We spent time drinking and one thing led to the other, and we went together for a reggae night we had planned at Langata road.
We really interacted and we were drunk and in love, hahaha! (I hope) you can relate. We had our drinks and my cousin and I were dropped home.
The guy who was interested in mw was the designated driver and so he dropped us. He had a Mercedes Benz which I guess confused me the more.
After that we met severally, went out every weekend, maybe twice a week.
I was in campus remember and he of course gave me good money, dropped me at school, picked me up later, took me for manicure and pedicure, my hair was sorted, my closet was awesome.
I went to nice places ate well, drank well and life went on.
The guy lived near our place and so I could visit whenever I wanted. We really fell in love and we were addicted to each other within no time.
At some point I could visit his place for a week. I actually never felt like leaving because I loved the man!
2016 was cool yes! It was until 2017 January when some girl approached me.
“Tell your boyfriend to leave me alone!”
I was taking a walk with his sister and the lady approached us she greeted us and said “hey Montana my name is Bianca (not her real name) and am Jimmy’s ex so tell your boyfriend to leave me alone” and she walked away.
I was left wondering, half broken half torn I was mad I was confused, I tried calling Jimmy he couldn’t pick my calls, I assumed.
At this point, I was at his parents’ place while he was at his place after work.
I called the whole night but the phone went unanswered. My instincts could tell me he was seeing someone else but I ignored.
The following day he texted me early, and told me to leave their place ASAP!
I was so surprised; I mean I never saw this coming. I was too afraid to call him. I was too hurt to confirm from him.
At some point in this confusion, I thought of going to talk to his dad. I even tried to threaten him with that but you can’t imagine what he replied:
“Girl no woman introduces herself” That was the reply!
I wasn’t yet introduced I was just a girlfriend, and I used to hide in his sisters room. Hahaha!
So I had no choice but to leave. I left not knowing what was to happen next. I went to my girlfriend’s place I explained everything to her and she couldn’t help but tell me sorry.
I pretended to be okay. She had some Bailey’s so we just had a toss to all those stories and danced to sleep.
I pretended with the “I can’t call first” thing but deep inside I was torn.
I cried in my blankets but pretended in real life like ‘I can’t cry for a man.’
That means not everyone who says that means it; some of us say it to cover up what we are actually going through.
EDITOR’s NOTE: Edited for spelling, grammar and readability.