Wednesday, 31 January 2018

Solange The Victim Of A Bush Faller's Deceit Ends In Te Hospital With Shattered Dreams


Dear HTL reader, our heart broken bushfaller's bae Solange is still in total confusion, that is why it took her one week to finish her soar love tale.

Stay with her till the end. If you are just joining us, you can pick up the story for here.

Alain and I shared everything on our late night or early morning chats, which made me loved him even more. There were times I wasn't supposed to contact, because he said those were his working hours, and the fact that I respected his every rules and regulations, made him love me back.

The clock ticked away seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks months, as I counted,  looking forward to December.

Everyone cursed me for dumping Damian, but I told them that my only regret was to have known him in the first place, because he wasn't man enough for me. All attempts of his actions and pleas to have us fix what had gone wrong in our relationship failed, because I had moved on.

Finally the long awaited December came. I couldn’t wait to hold Alain again live. He had held my pants spellbound, put my breath on a standstill, and made me long for him, as I looked forward to behold the man who until then, had made me experienced true love.

He didn't tell me his exact travel date, but said my doors should remain open, because he would pop in at anytime.  

Every morning, I will get up at 3 a.m and count the ticks of the clock till I fall asleep again late at night, with my eyes on my door.

Whenever I tried his lines and it didn't go through, I will believe he is on a flight to Cameroon. At times I will go right to the door of the airport as a fool, and regain consciousness only after mosquitoes must have dealt with me.

At times when the wind blows and my gate shrieks, I will jump in excitement only to discover in disappointment that even the wind was expecting him.

He called and his way of talking changed. He started behaving Mr. busy bee, with excuses of how his work load had double etc...

He also said when he gets to Cameroon, he will be spending much time with his parents in Bamenda, because  he had  some issues to settle before meeting my people, so that there will be no wahala if he told them he wants to get married to me, since we were not from the same tribe.

With that explanation, he brushed aside the initial plan that  he was to be staying at my place, justifying that my people will not respect him for that. But still yet, he did not tell me when he was coming.


Then from the 17th of December, his phone lines went dead. He was neither on Social Media, which was a clearer sign that he is in the air. Two days passed, and still no news of or from him, so I contacted one of his friends in Switzerland, who said he too had been trying to get in touch with Alain in vain. 


I was  worried sick checking with the airport if any flight had gone missing in the air,  until the 20th of December, when my phone finally rang and that heart melting voice came through. " Hi babes, I am around. I will  be at your place at 9 p.m."

9 p.m. was like a wait of eternity to me. Finally at 9:30 p.m. my doorbell rang. My  heart leaped for joy  as I opened the door. There he was. There stood my heart's hero, my king, my dreams, my love, my life, my reason to be happy, and my world in all his elegance before me. I jumped on him, hugged and kissed him before showing him in. We had dinner, had a 'coup pressé'  in the living room and then he said he had to leave.

I was surprised because not only did he come without any luggage with him, but he also said he is in the country since the 17th of December and now he wants to leave my house at midnight. He gave me some flimsy excuses, and finally had his way, promising to come back the next day. 
It was so strange, but I gave him  benefits of doubt.

The next day he came and we spent most of the day together. He explained that he was staying at his Sister’s place at Bonamoussadi, and that he will be taking me to meet her. He also complained about  his luggage that did not come at once, but that he was going to the airport the next day to get them.

That night, we had dinner outdoor at a sea side restaurant, but that fire I saw burning in him during our first dates and other moments we shared before he left, seem to have waxed cold. 

I asked if he had problems he said no but that he was tired and worried about his boxes that had not arrived. I still gave him that benefit of doubt.

The next day he came during the day, and this time with a small plastic bag that contained a wrist watch, sunglasses, perfume, bra and a smartphone. He gave them to me and said that the big box had not arrived, and that the Airline Company was handling it. I was happy and thanked him telling him that what mattered to me most was not what he brought for me, but the fact that he came as promised and we were together.

On Christmas day of all, Alain asked me to grill him pork and prepare Achu (a traditional delicacy from the North West and Western Regions of Cameroon) that he will be coming over to my place with some friends. I was up at 5 a.m. to go to the market. I put in all my cuisine expertise in the meals, spiced them with extra strong love, and cooked with such a speed that by 11 a.m, I  was done. I  decorated the dining with good linen to impress him and his guest, got the necessary liquors chilled, and waited in vain for him.

Each time my doorbell rang, I would rush thinking it were my guests of honour, but always disappointed to  see friends who kept streaming in with their kids unexpectedly to celebrate the day with me, though it felt good to have them around. I made them leave after they had eaten, not wanting uninvited guest to be around when my special invitees arrived.

I didn’t notice how late it was because I was indoors throughout, until the news on TV announced it was 7 p.m. I called his phone but the voicemail told me ‘The guy you are calling has switched off his phone”. I was nervous,  and after trying his line all night, I finally sat on the coach in the living room and dozed off.

At 8:00 a.m. my doorbell rang. When I opened, it was him and his friend. He didn’t even give me room to question him as he introduced me to his friend Ben. “Ben this is my wife to be, blablabla blebleble……” I stood speechless and when he had finished, I greeted Ben formally, who explained that he and Alain caught up with some friends, who unexpectedly took them out of town and that they got back at 2:am and that their phones had all ran out of battery.

Their lies held water, so I warmed the food, and we had it for breakfast together with wine. Ben left us that he had some things to fix and promise coming back. Alain stayed with me the whole day and even spent the night, thereby wiping off all my doubts and anger.


On the 27th of December he said he was travelling to their family house in Bamenda and that he would call me to meet him so that we spend the New Year together. We kept in touch on phone till the 30th of December when I told him that I would travel at night so that I get to Bamenda in the early morning hours of the 31st. He said he would call me to confirm because he was thinking of coming back to Douala instead.

From that time his lines went dead and all attempt to get him failed. 

My friend Sandrine visited me, and I shared my worries with her. She told me Alain was either hiding something from me or into a serious problem. I was worried and spent the whole New Year day indoors very sad.

On the 2nd of January, I went to see my doctor for a health concern. He prescribed me some drugs and warned me to be stress free. I drove to Pharmacy Douala and as I was parking, I saw someone carrying a child into the pharmacy. With him was a woman with two other children.

This guy looked exactly like Alain. I followed him inside to be sure I was or was not mistaking.  Oh Yes! my eyes did not fail me. It was Alain. I couldn't go closer to him, but hid my self behind a drug shelf, to monitor what was happening. Just when I was well positioned to see ans hear everything he and the lady he was with were talking about,  one other customer in the pharmacy saw him, and called him by  name’ Alain, I heard you brought your family home and didn’t even bother to visit us?’ They embraced each other and she took the child from him, greeted the lady he was with and chatted with them.

I heard Alain complaining of how climate change was disturbing the children, and he put his arm on the lady’s shoulder as if to comfort her. My heart fell into my stomach, and I ran out of the pharmacy took a taxi home, forgetting that I had parked my car outside. It was only in the evening that I came round the shock, and realized I forgot my car in front of the pharmacy. I sent someone to go get it for me, and thank God nothing had happened to it.


The pains in me were excruciating. The scenes at the pharmacy kept playing in my mind, as  I cried my life out, looking for my own pound of flesh, which I didn't know how to get. 

Two days later I went to my shop to work , so that I could walk out of the mourning depressive moos I was in. 

Someone phones me during the day saying he had a delivery for me. I directed him my shop and he came, asking me to sign the reception of a parcel he had brought with my name on it.

It was from my romeo. A bouquet of flower, a set of gold jewelry and an 'AM SORRY' note. 

Ten minutes after the deliveryman left my phone rang again and this time it was him, asking if I had seen my parcel. I behaved as if everything was fine, thanked him, and fixed a program for the evening with him.



I was so in love with him and he knew that that I could not resist him. That evening when he came, he saw that I was calmer and quiet than usual. He lied that they had a funeral in his village where there was no network and that he came back from Bamenda just that morning and apologized. 

I looked at this honest liar, and thought of slapping him in the face with the hard truth, but I found no courage. My legs went numb when his hand touched me, and he knew how to use himself to paralyze my heart of any anger.

I could not confront him openly. I still have him stuck in me. I did not want to risk losing him. His apology went on with those magic caresses that led to a soft long and sweet sex session. I guess I needed that as a therapy to heal my wounded heart. His passionate sexual involvement in bed, gave me every pleasure I needed, and he was still assuring me I was his dream woman, and the one he will like to age with.

I had mixed feelings. What if that was his wife? I quickly kicked that out. What if, what if, what if? were the questions I needed answers, that I was not getting. 

He left and told me he will be travelling to Yaounde, and that he might not be around for a whole week. I promised myself I won’t ask him any question about what I saw, waiting for him to make the bold move. 

When I explained to Sandrine she said maybe the lady was not his wife, but a relative of so. Maybe this or maybe that.

Sandrine who had never met Alain invited me to her cousin’s party. Her cousin had come back from abroad with her husband and three children and they were opening their new house. The occasion was marked with a thanksgiving service at the new house followed by reception. 

I asked Alain on phone, if we could go together, but he said he would still be in Yaounde and could not make it. He however sent me 100.000 F CFA(200) to buy a new dress for the party.

As we drove to the party, my friend did not stop complimenting how  lucky her cousin was. How she found a young handsome and wealthy guy abroad until they got married, have kids and now want to  settle back home because the husband is planning to open a big industry in Capital city of Yaoundé. 

We talked at length about everything until we got to the party location in Bonamoussadi. We went in to greet her cousin before coming to join the other guests outside.

The house was an ultra modern duplex, well-constructed in the European way. The furniture inside were new and from its view one could not count the hundreds of millions hat have been buried in both the construction and furnishing. 

As I stood gazing at the beauty of the house, I heard someone called Sandrine, and oh! it was the same lady I had seen in the pharmacy with Alain.  No, no, no!

"Solange meet my cousin" Sandrine introduced. I greeted her, and she smiled friendly and welcomed us. She was still welcoming us when her husband walked towards us and before I knew it, I was shaking hands with my own Alain who was supposed to be in Yaounde, in his own house. He pulled back his hands quickly and before Sandrine could present him he ran upstairs.

I felt an instant thunder strike in my head and my eyes went blurred. I felt dizzy, and Sandrine and her cousin helped me to sit down and brought me a glass of water to drink. No one knew what was going on. After minutes of profuse sweating,  I told Sandrine to walk me to my car, where I informed her that her in-law was my husband to be Alain. She was as shocked as I was, and we both cursed the god of men.

I left the party that had not started, and was driving back home in an inconsolable way, when I had a collision with a bike and only woke up in the hospital 5 hours later. 


When I opened my eyes, the first person I saw was Damian by my side and I fainted again.

For almost a week that I spent in the hospital, Damian stood by me and was only absent during working hours. He comforted me, repaired my car then paid for all my medical expenses. 

When I got discharged, Damian drove me home, and I have not seen or heard from him again.


What should I do? Should I beg Damian for forgiveness? Should I just bow my head down in shame and walk away in silence? Should I tell him the truth and beg for forgiveness?I don’t know, I am confused. I need help.

As for Alain, I don't know if he confessed to his wife or not, but, but I haven't heard anything from him.

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