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Guy Ends Relationship Because Bae Burnt Rice

I don’t even know whether to be surprised or not, this story is sad and funny at the same time. It’s sad to know that someone can throw away a relationship for the funniest reasons but the relationship didn’t worth the stress apparently. I saw this story on a BBM channel I’m subscribed to and I just couldn’t keep it to myself hence the need to share. The story was on gbeborunofafrica.com written by Glowville (to avoid plagiarism).

Funny title yea, but this is a real story. People break up for reasons more ridiculous than this and our story today aims to reiterate to every lover that when the relationship is not making you happy, you have to leave! Refusal to leave when you should might turn back to bite and make you a victim. Tinu’s boyfriend broke up with her because she burnt his food when it should have been Tinu breaking up with him. Enjoy the story below.
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The choking smell from the kitchen seeped into my dreams and knocked me back to life with a thud. I jumped quickly from the couch and ran into the kitchen like a mad dog, trembling in fear that I might have burnt the whole house to the ground. Luckily for me, it was only the pot and its content that was still feeling the heat of the fiery furnace. Yes of course, the rice was burnt…but not all of it. I was grateful for that at least.

I had just finished my practical classes after two tests in quick successions and was trying to drag my weak self to my hostel when Lekan called that fateful Tuesday evening. He wanted me to come and make food for him in his house and would not entertain NO for an answer despite my plea.

Lekan’s house was a fair distance from Unilag, and the evening traffic added to my stress. I stopped briefly at Ojuelegba market to buy some ingredients and when I eventually dragged myself to his house, I made a resolve to sleep over at his place. Lekan promised to get home by 7:30, so I had to make the stew before boiling rice. I decided to take some rest in the living room while the rice boiled and somehow, I drifted into sleep.

I couldn’t salvage much from the pot but I was pretty sure it would be enough for Lekan to eat. I would have to get bread or anything else for myself. I quickly settled down to wash the burnt pot and clear the mess in the kitchen before Lekan returned. At 7:45, Lekan rang the doorbell and I ran to get the door but to my surprise, he had two other friends with him!

Apparently, he had boasted about my cooking to them and they followed him home to attest to it. I felt like the ground should open up and swallow me. The first thing he asked upon entry was to serve him and his friends. I tried to ask him to see me privately but he was more concerned with his friends and the TV than me. I eventually had to drag him out and told him the situation.

I saw huge disappointment printed upon his face. He didn’t eat well, it was his friends who ate the food. It was as though his ego had been bruised. He was not the same that night, he spoke very few words to me and didn’t even say anything to my apologies. Ladies and gents, believe me when I tell you that after I left Lekan’s house the next day, he technically broke up with me.

He stopped calling me and did not pick my calls. He blocked me on IG and Twitter (where we met in the first place). You might be surprised that he broke up because of that, but for me, it was good riddance to bad rubbish. Lekan was a slave driver. He wanted everything done for him, and I did 85% of those things. Apart from his laundry, the only things I didn’t do for him was to poo and pee for him. He once asked me to bathe him like a baby. To make things worse, he always had bad timing.

I couldn’t tell my friends what I was passing through with him because they would find it hard to believe based on how they see him pamper me when he came around to see me in school. I suffered in silence until that moment. Breaking up with me was a relief because I was scared what he would do to me if I was the one who chose to break up. I am glad I got my freedom, even though it was not the way I wanted it.

I wish the next girl a lot of luck taming this man.

That’s my story, what’s yours?
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Now that you’ve read it, what do you think? Share your story too if you can, lets learn.


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