Bimpe use to be my friend way back in junior secondary school. We go to school together every morning, and come back home together too.
The very first time I noticed Bimpe taking what wasn't her own was when we went to the buttery of the school to get something during the break hour. If I wasn't Bimpe's friend, I wouldn't have believed my eyes.
Her movement was so swift and precise, you'd thought you knew what she was coming there to do all along.
She knew I saw her, and she didn't even allow me ask her what that was about before she started talking. According to her, it was just for fun.
For as long as I could remember, this situation continued. From small things, she started taking bigger things. And the funniest part, I was always the only one who sees her when she does any of those things.
She might even end up throwing half of those things away, she just derive a kind of joy from taking it, and throwing it away at the end of the day.
Everything ended the day she stole my money. I could remember telling her that there was some money with me that my siblings kept with me, but they will collect it back when I get home later in the day. I showed her the money, and where I kept it.
You might be wondering why? Well she was my friend, and I just believe that I could trust her to an extent. Atleast, she wouldn't want to do what she does to other to me too right?
Well, I obviously was wrong.
Closing time came, "let's go home," she said she wasn't ready. That she had some things to sort out. So I left her and decided to go home alone.
Along the way, I decided to check the money with me and for a minute I thought I was dreaming, because nothing!
"Ahn ahn, what is going on?"
"But I kept it here na..."
Oh my! Bimpe!
I didn't even have to think twice, I knew she had a hand in it.
With a speed of light, I got to the school premises again and was told she left immediately I left.
"I no go gree for this girl today" I said fuming.
I started calculating where she would have passed and all that, after a lot of back and forth, I decided to go home, and just meet her in her house.
And as God would have it, I met her on the way walking alone. I confronted her, and as expected she denied it.
When she noticed I wasn't buying any of her lies, she said she took the money, but it was just jokingly that she would have returned it.
Jokingly or not,
"can I have my money back?" I requested.
You don't even want to know where this girl brought out the money from. Oh dear!
To me, that ended the relationship between us. I couldn't continue anymore.
Is she still doing that? I don't know too, but I hope not.
It wasn't until I grew up a little did I know that, she was suffering from a case called kleptomaniac.
kleptomaniac is someone who has a recurrent urge to steal things that they typically don't need or want for personal use, often experiencing tension before the theft and relief afterward.
This is a really embarrassing situation anyways to her, because I'm sure she didn't want to, but there is something beyond her pushing her to do just that.
I hope she finds help if she hasn't.