Bank statements - Post 1

Hi @bankstatements,

It all starts with a girl who fell in love with a guy; she is chubby, with a quite different personality, doesn't eat junk food, eats good food to the extent that her friends tell her to watch her weight. Now like in the American movies, she believes that since she's chubby, no guy would  like her or fall in love with her. In fact, she doesn't dress to kill because her thoughts remain the same that a guy can't approach her.

One day, she met a guy on a group chat through her best friend.

The Sickle Cell Warrior

By Ugochukwu Ogbonna

Life picks us wildly; she has a way of dipping her hands and randomly selecting what transpires. The beautiful thing is that she has no favorites, doling out goodwill, pain, and all forms of human emotions in equivalent unbiased measure.

I lie stiff, as usual, when this seething pain trods in my bone marrow. My fist clenched to ease the non-ending agonizing maelstrom in my body. This agonizing episode; one never gets used to.

Two months ago, Olu proposed to me; I turned it down.
This is not a love story. It is my life, ‘our’ struggle.... 'our' fate.

I met Olu two years ago. He knew I was sickle-celled on our first date. My strange eye discoloration, my frail frame, and the Hydrocarbamide and Ibuprofen tablets that slipped off my purse gave me easily away. Conscious of the fact that he had found out my ailment, I excused any hint of trying to be who I was not. If he wanted me, he would have to take the whole package.