Well, I don't know where to start 'cuz I've lied many a times and, trust me on this one, I'm pretty good at keeping my lies. Truthfully, I ain't never been outta Bongo. Ever in my life. I ain't never even flown (boarded a plane) before, but I know Carribean cities and streets probably much better than a 20-time visitor to those places. It's all because I was (still am) extremely fond of their culture.
Getting back to my well-kept lie, in 2009 I met a lady in Arusha. She was colorful as heck. And from a well-fixed family, too. On a second date we discussed plenty, among them our interests and hobbies. She told me she had flown First Class twice and had visited 7 African countries and a few more in Europe and South East Asia. Gosh, I started feeling so little and my confidence was dropping at an unprecedented speed!
At a lightning speed, I made up a story. I told her that I had twice been to Bridgetown (Barbados) and that I enjoyed my swimming at Rockley/Accra Beach (it does really exist). I went ahead lying to her that I had gone there to visit my step-brother, Jacobs, a fictional guy sired by my father when he worked there (my pa has never been to the Carribean either). She trusted me. I assume because my English sounds kinda perfect.
In 2012 she moved to the US. Consequently, the distance sorta broke us up though we're still tight and in touch. I keep the lie and it haunts me. I wish I get to fly to Seattle, WA and reveal this long-kept lie while there.
Big weekend y'all!
