WHEN MY PASSION BECAME CRIME PART I

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You can never truly understand those you love and we can’t choose the person we love thats for sure.
I am writing this story from my prison cell hoping that the pains from these cuffs give me the chance of doing so quickly before the pronouncement of my fate is upon me. Every night behind bars my heart weeps for the drastic action I took few months back all in the name of love. 
I loved Dan, and I looked up to him. At one point he was the world to me. Channeling all my emotions, passions, dreams, desires and practically investing my all in a guy like him, turned out to be my worst mistake. Maybe I loved him because of the way he looked at me when he said he loved me and always wanted me. Just maybe I loved him because he was kind, sweet and romantic. Then again maybe…. that feeling inside me that wanted him so badly at all cost for no reason. 
I still recall that fateful cloudy morning I went out to get some drugs for my ailing mother. Gratefully, I got the inexpensive drug. As I waited for the rain to subside, I was worried that my mother was all alone with my little sister, Osasume, who was barely seven years old. As I was lost in thought, suddenly I heard a male’s voice speak from behind me. Can you hear me? he said loudly. I apologized that I didn’t hear him earlier. He smiled and told me he was asking if I was okay and won’t mind sharing an umbrella with him.

 Of course, I am not I soliloquized. At that point, I didn’t mind sharing the umbrella with him.
By this time the rain subsided. He introduced himself to me as Daniel but suggested I call him Dan. His face was familiar I knew it because I always saw him and his friends going to the construction site to work across the street where I sold roasted corn. 

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As I began introducing myself he cut me short saying that he already knew me and he only needed my name to have complete knowledge of me. I was thrilled to hear this. He asked me what I was doing on this street and when I explained to him, he was all sympathetic. 
As we were walking, gradually approaching our destination, a car passed by and splashed muddy water on us.  I was enraged he noticed and told me to calm down that very soon we would ride in our own car. Even though it sounded sarcastic, a few years later we did. Daniel made me smile. He wasn’t somebody you would describe as well to do but I knew that he had a bright future.

We finally parted ways and as he said goodbye, I noticed his eyes fell on my buxom chest as he whispered good night and smiled. I felt blood rush to my cheeks. I went home that evening feeling good. I had almost forgotten that my mother was sick. For the next few days, I knew I was developing emotions for Dan. 

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