I faked illness to get money from my boyfriend

Dear diary,

Today, I write with a smile deeply etched in my face. I write knowing that most girls will relate to this story but before I give you the details, please allow me to dedicate to you a song by Chris Brown; Please don’t judge me.

I incidentally happen to have a man to my name. Being broke lately, I looked for away to ask him for some money without exactly looking like a beggar so I went for the easy way out: LYING.

I asked Becky, my room-mate to call my man and notify him that I had taken ill and fainted. Little did I know that he was on his way to pay me a surprise visit. I had planned this well knowing he was working upcountry.

An impatient knock announced the arrival of Seth, my man and a signal of a hand from my room-mate had me dropping unceremoniously to the floor. Without a word, Seth ran to feel my pulse, the poor soul shaking as he carried my “dead weight” to the car.

The distance from hostel to the clinic felt endless as I felt every ditch and hump that Seth hit in his haste. My friend, I drily inform you that not even an “eeee” sound escaped my mouth. The un-comfortability and pain was my price to pay.

We finally arrived at the hospital after what seemed to me like a thousand painful hours. The car doors were opened swiftly to pull me out and in the process, a person may have hit the door for it came crashing into my already partially removed head.

Blinding pain gashed through me at the impact and I felt the life drain out of me. The pain was unbearable. I wanted to shout out for Jesus to take away the wheel and I did – at least on the inside.

Like an answer to my silent prayer, as they shifted me to the stretcher, one of the medics lost their grasp and set me falling two feet under. My body stiffened in anticipation of the pain and guess what?-I was not disappointed. I crashed down with a loud thud on the marbled compound of the clinic but not even that could make me ‘achhhhiiii”. Why? I had to be a fainted person!

 I focused on controlling my tears of mischief from pouring down my face where they could be seen. I was sure of one thing at a time God hates liars. Isn’t He the one who commanded that “Thou shall not lie?”

I didn’t get time to contemplate the Bible, my right thinking brain was being taken over by the nausea arising from the ill concealed pain. I Remember Seth making a lot of noise about dropping me as they finally got me Inside.

Exhausted by the experience, I drifted off to a self pity sleep, hurt and surprised by how far I could go as I watched my Seth pace the room in anxiety. I felt numb on the inside and rested in agonizing silence.

I awoke to a worry beaten Seth sited right next to my bed. I gave him a hug as I whispered my undying love in a low guilt stricken breaking voice. He held me, tight.

Rest assured, I got the money but not without a price. I keep wondering: Was it really worth it?