One Evil Thought

Some few days ago, news had circulated on the internet that a lady, who from the looks of her video wasn't even up to 23 years old had poisoned her ex boyfriend and four of his friends, making it five guys who lost their lives.

Based on what I've read, they both had broken up and somehow he had called her over to come cook for him, which she did and had thought it was a good idea to leave some poison in it, not knowing that he wasn't going to eat it alone and then the rest happened.

_{photo by Kelly Sikkema}

Reading through all of that had somehow left me with goosebumps because when you do really think about it, you realize how easy it is for somehow to lose their life probably over nothing, all it takes is for one person not to like you and you could be dead the next minute.

And what was more disgusting about this whole thing was that I saw some ladies actually happy and kinda giving support to the lady for standing up for them girls because apparently, men in general has done enough to women and needed to be taught a lesson.

The whole thing was a sad sickening one that has done nothing but increased my fear of eating out and would probably take me back to being my old self because up until I got into the university, I never ate outside because my dad was clearly against it.

But then I got to school and realized that sharing food and eating together was one of the ways people tend to bond over here and not doing it would somehow make it look like you're telling them that you're better than them, and I didn't want them to get the wrong message so I tried to change and I did change, but now it's starting to look like that was a terrible idea.

And this is because in most cases, it's not people who are vocal about their hate for us that does this kind of things because they know they will be the number one suspect if anything happens to you, it is the silent ones, the ones who still pretend to be your friend while they hate everything about you on the inside, those are the ones who have access to your home, food and everything.

Writing it out is making it a whole lot scarier for me because now I'm thinking too deep about it, knowing fully well that all it takes to end one's life is one evil thought, and that's all. God help us.