Arole: I say huh? Can't you leave me alone? My God it's not possible!

Farel: I will insist until you give me my chance. I don't see why you refuse to try.

I bypass it to stand at the entrance of the shop. I stopped my head with both my hands because I couldn't take it anymore. I did not know what to do. He only had this expression on his lips: give him a chance! It was getting boring, it was pissing me off.

Arole: If you don't get out of here, I'm going to shout and alert people and we're going to lynch you here!

Farel: Don't even try Arole!

Arole: Who even told you this place? Do you want my head or what?

Farel: It's you I want!

Arole: Never! You are obsessed, mentally ill...

Farel: (in a threatening tone) This is the last time you will treat me like this.

He goes towards the exit, I thought he was leaving, he watches from left to right, a few people were passing, he waited a bit

Arole: What are you doing?

He comes back and pulls me behind the row of clothes in the store! I try to scream, he squeezes my mouth with his hand. At that moment my heart started beating so hard, I was running out of air. He started threatening me and put his hand on my neck.

Farel: Listen to me, Arole, it's not because I'm running after you that you're going to treat me anyhow. Is that clear ? I already told you what I want, until I get it, I won't leave you alone. It's up to you, willingly or by force.

I tried to remove his hand from my mouth and my neck. I was already choking, he took his hand away from my mouth and kissed me forcefully. Thank goodness someone spoke outside my shop and quickly let me go. I breathed very hard to recover the air I was missing. He quickly got out to leave. I sat down, I started to cry. I wondered how he knew where I was selling. Maybe Jores had told him. Because he was the one who gave me the money to start this business. Why did you tell him? And if it were true that he didn't care about me...I cried a lot again before closing the shop earlier than expected. I went back to my parents. Jores called me, I didn't take it, I didn't want to talk to him. I called Anna to take care of the shop. I didn't want to go there anymore. I wanted to be where the guy there wasn't going to find me. It took me a long time without going to the shop and the apartment. I was going to school and coming straight home. Sometimes I went to work with kessie and Aïcha. One of these days, an unknown number calls me. I'm a little scared, but I tell myself that it can't be him, because I blocked his numbers. When I answer, I recognize the voice and I hang up trembling. Aïcha and kessie look at me strangely, they question me, what am I going to tell them??

Aïcha: I say huh, did a ghost call you? Why are you making this face ?

Kessie: what is Arole?

Arole: It's nothing! Just someone I run away from. He called me with an unknown number...

Kessie: Is that why you act like you saw a ghost?

Arole: It's nothing serious. Do not worry.

That's how my day was ruined. Wherever I was, I felt like he was coming. I was confused and paranoid around me. I often seemed to see him. I confused him with some guys. I was going crazy. Nothing was going right in my life. I just wanted to disappear so I wouldn't be found by that asshole. Even Jores I didn't want to see or hear from him anymore. Because he is the one who puts me in these situations. He called me several times. I barely answered, often I let it ring, the same for messages. He asked me every time what was wrong. He had apologized for the yaoundé affair, but I was not managing that. He was an outstanding liar. When it is said that bad luck exceeds normal death…it does not lie. Even at school the guy came to pick me up. One day after school, I was walking with Kessie home, I was still on campus. Towards the student gate, my head crosses a guy who is placed at the pedestal watching from left to right. When I saw it, the race I did, ah moff mideh! I slipped away between the buildings. I just hoped he hadn't seen me. Kessie ran after me too. I went to hide behind the rectorate. I sent him the message to indicate where I was. She joined me, and there I had to tell her everything.

Kessie: That's the real witchcraft there.

Arole: I run away like that every day.

Kessie: That's bullying...

Arole: I don't even know who gives him information about me like that. He knew where I sell, where I frequent, where I live how? I thought of Jores...

Kessie: Why would he do such a thing?

Arole: who is it then? If it's not him. He is the one who knows all this. And he's his friend.

Kessie: You told that story to Jores, what did he say?

Arole: What don't you understand? Once I told him that Farel came to Limbe's house when he was away, he told me that's fine. He was going to keep me company.

Kessie: Is it okay? Did you tell him he's stalking you?

Arole: I'm going to tell him how if he thinks his friend is too good...

Kessie: You had to tell him to see.

Arole: I'm not going to tell him anything, he wants to play me with his friends?

Kessie: Um anyway, let's get out the other side. You take the motorbike directly

Arole: Let's go!

I'm back home. I couldn't believe he came all the way to Campus. When I go to bed, sleep was already taking me, when I received a call. I picked up without looking. When I only hear the voice, I jump out of bed, jump up and throw my phone on the bed without hanging up. I paced around the room, trying to figure out what to do. No need to say how my heart was pounding. I felt like my rib cage was going to explode. I went out to drink some water to calm me down. I come back to find that he hung up and was still trying to call. I blocked the other number again. The next minute I get a call…I desperately hang up before realizing it was Kessie calling me. I breathe a little and she calls back…

Arole: (troubled) cc kess…

Kessie: How is it? You are busy ?

Arole: Not at all...I don't know what to do anymore Kessie

Kessie: what is it? Tell me…

Arole: He just called me again...that's why I hung up when you called, I thought it was him again...

Kessie: Ouch! Damn it gets complicated there. This is pure harassment...

Arole: I'm already scared kessie... this story is already ruining my existence. I no longer know where to hide.

Kessie: Don't lose your cool, okay? We will find a solution to stop all this. Don't worry anymore. Try to sleep. Tomorrow I will call you.

Arole: How are we going to solve this?

Kessie: Rest first. Tomorrow we will see. I will inquire…

Arole: ok kessie. Until tomorrow ! I'm going to try to sleep…

Was I able to sleep then? I lost sleep that night. I was just thinking about this whole situation I was in. I never could imagine that such a thing could happen to me. Since when did we force someone to be in a relationship? Or it was by harassing me that he was going to get me oh… he was sure that he was missing a bolt in the head.

I was still thinking when my mother came into my room. As always, she never knocks, the characteristic of Cameroonian mothers.

Ma'a Aro: Arole!

Arole: ma'a..!

She's just there, hand on hip, watching me out of the corner of her eye. Her gaze is questioning, she walks over and sits on the corner of the bed...

Ma'a Aro: Arole, as you don't come to tell me yourself, I came to you.

Arole: eh mama? Tell you what ??

Ma'a Aro: (with facial expressions) “f-huh mama” huh!

Arole: weeh ma'a I don't know what you're talking about...

Ma'a Aro: heh heh! Isn't it huh??

Arole: mama you and your intrigues there…

Ma'a Aro: don't you have big French in your mouth, nor?

Arole: weeh the mother here…

Ma'a Aro: how many weeks are you?

Arole: week of what??

Ma'a Aro: don't fool around with me! I'm talking about your pregnancy!

Eh ?? What is this mother talking about? Me pregnancy? I started laughing unless she slapped me.

Ma'a Aro: who is the child's father? And where is he?

Arole: mama, I'm not pregnant...

She looks at me insistently, she pushes my eyes away, she opens my mouth, takes my temperature with her hand, lifts the loose t-shirt I had on, looks at my breasts, my stomach.

Ma'a Arole: aren't you pregnant?? For a while now, you haven't been sitting in the living room, when you come home, you go to your room once, the next day you go out without anyone seeing you. Why are you avoiding me? And your mood swings, your frustrations, you're suspicious, it looks like you're worried...

Arole: mama I'm not pregnant

Ma'a Aro: So what is it?

Arole: nothing my mother! Just the pressure at school...

Ma'a Aro: I hope you're telling me the truth...

Arole: yes maa…

It's crazy how imaginative she could be, me pregnant? It amused me so much... I admit it relaxed me for a while, before I plunged back into my nightmare... What to do Lord?