Susan dropped me for a more loaded man

Looking at her, I could not believe that this was the same chic who used to flash me so I can send her some airtime. All the take-aways I ferried to her hostel, one would think I was in the restaurant business. But, here she was, all grown up and suddenly too big for me. I had been discarded for those with more “ferrying” power — the kind that ferries brand new cars and owns apartments in high- class neighbourhoods. Nothing lasts forever indeed.
Susan was your ordinary girl, the kind that you would not feel embarrassed about taking to a kafunda for pork. I met her in my final year at university, she was in her second year, so we only had one semester together. One may say I never got to know her well. But that was the last thing on my mind, with my upcoming entry into the big after-school life and the job searches.
Luckily, or rather unluckily in this case, I was able to get a job soon after school. It was not paying much, but I was better off than my other classmates who were still dropping CVs. So, I was in position to buy airtime for my girl, buy her chips and chicken almost every evening, and once in a while take her out for a good time out of town. I spent nearly my entire salary on this girl, for the first few months. She was very appreciative, and my efforts were worth it. I had no complaints.
Even when I got a better paying job and upgraded her lifestyle, I saw it as a way of looking after my girl. And by this time, we were in a fully- fledged relationship, or so I believed. She was soon finishing school, when the time came; I helped foot some of the bill for her graduation party. Then things started unraveling for no particular reason. Where I had anticipated I would get some more time with her now that she was out of school, she seemed busier. For some reason, she stopped asking me for airtime, and money for a few other things, but I continued giving it to her, since it had become more like a permanent fixture on my monthly budget. She never turned it down, but she seemed not to like it as much. I rubbed it off to her believing she was a big girl. In a way I was right, she had become a big girl, perhaps too big for me. I found out in the most unexpected way. Her mother told me when I dropped in to see her. She told me she had started working. She had not told me. Of course, something was fishy. While we were still talking with her mother, her new boss/manfriend dropped her off in a really large car. That was the last I saw of my Suz, as I knew her.
The person she became from that day on was rude, impatient, and chips and chicken were no longer enough to satisfy her suddenly sophisticated needs. She no longer had time for me, always ‘busy’ with work and trips, and at some point, I wondered if she ever answered her phone anymore, or was it just me! And just as water finds its level, I had to find mine.