Akambi was handsome, “6ft 7”, with ABS and a complexion that made women envious.
I was short, fat, with a “dirty black” complexion.
He asked me to marry him and I thought it was a dream. A month later, my illusions were broken.
I woke up that morning a perfect blend of colors. Colors so beautiful a professional artist would be jealous. Thank goodness I’m a makeup artist, wouldn’t dare spoil our perfect couple image, would I?
Five years and three miscarriages later, he wouldn’t stop.
He said he would stop when I die and set him free.


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