Give me two minutes to explain how awful this man is.
My name is Ernestine, and I’m from Yaoundé.
Last year, I applied for a transfer to the University of Douala, which was accepted because I was in my third year of law school. I wanted to live away from my family to learn more about working life. Here, I rent a room where I have plenty of space; it’s peaceful.
Five months ago, I met a guy. Honestly, he wasn’t very handsome, he was quite short, but he was very kind. I also wanted someone to guide me around this city, so it seemed like a good fit. A few weeks later, in Bonamoussadi Park, he tearfully told me he had heart cancer and only a week to live. He had his medical records with him, but I didn’t have the courage to check them. I was so sorry, I really didn’t know what to say to comfort him. We were already very familiar, and it saddened me so much. He added that he really wanted to have sex but was afraid to express himself. Strangely enough, I wanted to do him this favor, since I’m not in a relationship. I preferred that we do it at my place. The guy teased me for hours, then left in tears, and I was crying too. That guy’s stamina! You wouldn’t think he was going to die in a week…
To my great surprise, Mbock Richard is still alive. When I ask him why he’s not dead yet, he bursts into tears and says it must be God keeping him alive. I was completely fooled; the man is wicked.