CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

TGIF people!

When I posted that on my status with a video of a lone bird on a pole praising Jehovah with its wings, I meant every letter.

This week was a lot. Oh boy!

Scaling through made me want to put on the 'I'm a survivor' t-shirt and boot cut trousers and then slow-walk around the earth with my shoulders to the sky. My supernaturally assigned week of bad luck and bad decisions was coming to end.

It was over, ain't it? Everything was over.

The scandal had tilted to my favour since Romeo did the video. His influence ruled over them that I was suddenly exchanged from the villain to the victim in no time. The same people who banded together to devour me were now forming barriers of defenders for my case. Plus, some people now think me lucky for technically being in the same room with Romeo twice.

One thing I was personally glad it worked out at the end, sort of, was the thing with Hussein. We agreed to be friends and friends we will be. I wanted more, my whole body, after he pres