By newbreed on Skatehive
I still remember how everything began with Ofonime. It didn’t feel forced or dramatic, just one of those natural connections that slowly grows into something deeper before you even realise what’s happening. We started as friends in a private school, where we were teachers, talking about random things, laughing over silly jokes, and somehow, it turned into something more serious. Before I knew it, we were in a relationship. I recall one holiday when she invited me to her house and made a local delicacy for me. Mkpafere as well called in my dialect. Three years is a long time to be with someone. Long enough to build routines, inside jokes, shared memories, long enough to believe you truly know a person. I knew how she liked her food, the kind of movies she enjoyed, and the way she would go quiet when something bothered her. At least, I thought I knew her. But if I’m being honest, the signs were always there. Not loud signs. Not the kind that hits you in the face. Just small things that d