Tales Of My Broken Heart.


Hello guys we are excited to bring you this very interesting entry of a woman who decided to share her experience.

Chapter 1..
My growing up was full of wonderful memories, may be because I was the only child and practically lacked nothing.. I had the best education courtesy of my parents.. Lest I forget, I am from Nsit-Ubium in AkwaIbom state of Nigeria and I am beautiful anyway.

However, I practically grew up alone being the only child. So I will best described my self as extremely reserved, and when it comes to matters of the heart (love); I can be annoyingly sluggish with showing what I feel.

My best moments in my many relationships have all been in dreams with imaginary perfect men who never put a foot wrong.

I was fearful, detailed and analytical to a fault. For the larger part of my life, the above weaknesses hindered me from opening my heart to accept love.

On many occasions I turned men down only to get home and cry myself to sleep. I thought I had a pretty good idea about love and how it should work, but the problem with all I knew was that they had not been put to test in real life situations.

I had a masterful knowledge of love but only in my imaginary escapades.

However a time came when I got bored with denying myself of real love. I grew bitter with myself and craved to be in love with a man…a real man.

About that time my frustration peaked, I had returned to Nigeria from Canada where the company I worked for sent me for a course.

When I got back to my office I met new faces, some of whom were guys. The new faces I met were part of a team hired by my company to handle Client Service and CRM (Customer Relationship Management).

They were hired for us through a modeling agency. You can imagine what they looked like.

The sight of the guys amongst them made my heart palpitate. Already I was desperately searching for a man. I could not wait to put my ideas to work, to love a real man and to be loved back.

With these guys thrown in my path, I hardly concentrated at work.

Three weeks after I resumed work, I was asked by the head of HR (Human relationship) unit to supervise our new Client Service/CRM team. This meant I had to always be in touch with those ‘pretty’ guys.

While my boss was speaking to me, my heart was racing and ideas were assailing my mind about how to nail one of them down for myself.

I already had a target, “Dayo”. He was a fine Yoruba Guy.

He had briefly modeled in London before things went awry for him and he came back to Nigeria to reinvent himself. He seemed to be above the other guys judging by how he did his work, carried himself and treated his colleagues. I was pretty sure I was not the only woman at work who dreamt of having him beside them in bed at night.

But I was the only one in a position to get him with regard to the influence I would have over his career at work.

I still do not recall much of what my boss said to me after she had broken the news that I should take charge of the Client Service/CRM team. My only question to her was, “Please madam, can I pick one of them to work as an assistant sort of?”

“Of course! You are free to manage the team the way you see fit so long as your method gives us great result,” she replied. I beamed with a smile because finally, I was going to get me a man to love me.

The next day, I went to work – but not for my company. I had spent the previous night studying the file I was given on each member of the group I was to supervise.

I wanted to know how to get Dayo, or some other guy and slay him with love.

I just could not wait to hear a real man say to me, “I love you” and then carry me into his bedroom to treat me like I was the ‘queen of Sheba’. It was time to live all those dreams I had dreamt for many years.

Having over shielded myself from men in the past and did not really know what loving one was like, I did not know what I was getting into, and struggled to manage the surge of emotions which went through me like currents.

To be fair enough to myself, I was annoyingly naïve…….

My name is Mfon-Abasi, I am an AkwaIbomite and this is my story….

……. to be continued…..


  1. Glamour Glow - Reply

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    reminds me of my previous room mate! He always kept chatting about this.
    I will forward this write-up to him. Fairly certain he will
    have a good read. Thanks for sharing!

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