I grew up in a middle income but my parents worked hard to take me and my siblings to the best schools they could afford. I studied in private school all through to university which exposed me to a life that I could only dream of living. One of my classmates in university used to be dropped off in a chopper at school. I would look on in awe every day as she alighted the chopper in her 6-inch stilettos clutching a designer bag and walk past us to hug her equally rich boyfriend.
“That will be my life one day,” I whispered to myself.
I didn’t know how but I wanted to live that kind of life. Even though I came from a middle-income household, I always had expensive taste. I knew every fashion brand, my dream car was a Range Rover and I dreamt of travelling the world and staying in luxurious hotels just like the people in the movies.
My mother used to think that I was a dreamer but ai promised her that I must fulfil my dreams.
“I must own a Range Rover before I turn 25,” I told her.
“How is that even possible? You’re 21 and unemployed.”
“Just wait and see, mum.”
However, the years went by and reality hit me that I might never be as rich as I wanted. I was almost turned 25 and I didn’t have a Range Rover or even a Vits for that matter. I didn’t have a stable job either but to be honest, I didn’t want one. Employment was slavery and I wasn’t about to be anyone’s slave but my own.
One day, I went out with a group of friends and I met a guy at the club. I didn’t think much of him though he was attractive. However, one of my friends insisted that I must talk to him.
“He’s a CEO and those are his employees.” She said.
“How do you know?”
“One of his employees told me while I was buying drinks at the bar.”
With that information, I was extra flirty with him and was more receptive to his advances. We exchanged numbers and met the following day for brunch.
“How lucky am I to have met you?” He said.
“Yeah, last night was great.”
We got along pretty well and I could already envision us together. He offered to drop me off and we went to the parking lot and he walked me to a gorgeous white G-Wagon. It was my first time inside a G-Wagon and I’ll never forget that experience. It was way better than being on a plane.
Suddenly, my dreams of living my best rich life started to look like a reality. I might not get the money myself but I can spend it with my rich boyfriend.
We met regularly and each time, I had a new experience. He took me to hotels and restaurants that I used to walk past and admire. He showered me with expensive gifts but the highlight was driving in his G-wagon.
“I can’t get over how beautiful your car is.”
“Thank you. I got it as a birthday present to myself.” He said. “I can let you drive if you want.”
The offer caught me by surprise but I couldn’t turn it down. Who knew? Maybe he would gift me my very own over time. I ended up driving the G-Wagon on many occasions. In fact, at some point, it was like my own. I used to go and see my parents with it but they didn’t understand how big of a deal it was.
After a few months, I moved into my rich boyfriend’s apartment. At that point, I was ready to be a stay-at-home girlfriend. His apartment was out of this world. It was on the 14th floor of the building with immaculate views of the city. I used to have my coffee on the balcony every day while watching the views.
Life was good with my rich boyfriend. I was finally living the life I wanted and I didn’t even have to lift my finger. I travelled to different countries, shopped at multiple luxury stores and was driving a G-Wagon to run errands.
However, nothing prepared me for the fall. Two years after meeting my rich boyfriend, he was arrested. It turned out that he was a pathological liar and he had built his life on lies and debt. He had taken millions of shillings in loans with promises to establish profitable businesses. Instead, he used the money to finance his luxurious lifestyle. His lies finally caught up with him and the debt collectors came knocking.
They took everything including the G-Wagon, my designer clothes and expensive jewellery. I was left with nothing and even though I was used to the humble life, I had tasted the good life. It was challenging to go back to my normal life. First, most of my friends and relatives had put me on a pedestal that I could no longer live up to.
I went from living in a 3-bedroom apartment in Lavington to living in a bedsitter in Ruaka. I couldn’t even afford food and used to borrow money from friends to survive. Sometimes, I look back at the way my life turned out and simply cry. I became a laughing stock in my friend group since many people were jealous of the life that I lived with my rich boyfriend.
However, that experience taught me a valuable lesson. My need to live the rich life made me ignore many red flags about the rich guy simply because he had money. I believed everything he said even when things weren’t adding up. Now, I’m not that money hungry and I don’t care much about material things. I’m simply grateful that I’m not in prison like he is. If I ever date another rich guy, I’ll definitely take more time to get to know him.
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