BEING THE OTHER WOMAN...diary of a mistress (2)
BEING THE OTHER WOMAN...diary of a mistress (2) I met Chief Olanrewaju Ademola, about three years ago, I was in the second semester of my third year in the university, I still hadn't met anyone I was interested in, don't get me wrong, there is nothing wrong with me, I am a really beautiful woman, and I did have some guys interested in me, 'toasters' as we called them, I just didn't find any of them appealing to my standards, I saw myself as really important, my wonderful father (of blessed memory) always told me "You are perfect, you are very beautiful and special, you are unique and the world might not understand you but do not let them change you or break you, you are stubborn but you have lots of love to give, do not change for anyone". I remember the day he said that to me, I had just been in an argument with one of my teachers in Bright Stars nursery and primary school, she had written down some acronyms on the board and we were supposed to find...