We had met at the botanical garden of the University of Ibadan where I read sociology.
Jones had called himself a sort of poet from the Department of Performing Arts. But he never allowed me to see his poems since, as he would indict me, I never believed him.
Not that I did not like Jones, I did. But, was it more than that? Jones had definitely wanted more.
Unfortunately I never believed in love. It existed for me only in marriage. You see, I was born rather a sick girl. And for that my mother hated me.