I am Katherine Tatiana Daniel.
He calls me Cat.
October 26th
I'd missed my flight from Kenya to Lagos, Nigeria earlier that morning so waited for the next available flight which was later that evening. It's been a long day, all I wanted was to go Home to the comfort of my bed.
When Dayo had touched my hands offering to give me a lift from the airport down to my apartment claiming to care for this stranger he'd just met I knew and i saw the desire in his eyes and I felt it too; undermining the fact he was way older I admired him.
He was sitted next to me on the flight, he'd listened to my distressed conversation with Walter and couldn't help but interfere.
He was Kind. Really Kind.
Yes I know Men could be extra-ordinarily nice when they want to get in between your thighs but when i looked in to Dayo's eyes it felt really intense and sincere.
I didn't want to know if he was married or not. We never talked about that, moreover he obviously wasn't wearing his wedding band when we first met, I just wanted to enjoy all the love and happiness he was willing to offer so long as it last.
Yes! I was lonely. In desperate need of love and protection. One which my father had deprived me, love which mum was scared to give me and shyed away from.
If I've had ever had a boyfriend?
Yes!
I was obsessed and so transparent. Physically and emotionally abused. Used and Dumped.
Dayo was promising. He felt like the father figure that wasn't there for me.- He never judged me.
I am Katherine Tatiana Daniel.
Twenty-five years old and I am a dancer.
Nigerian Father and Angolian Mother.
Based In Nigeria for over three years now and in search of my Father.
Left Mum with my step father in Angola in search of my father and peace. Mum shyed away from the idea pretending not to care if I reunited with Dad or not. The only specimen I have in search of my father is the wallet containing his passport photograph he'd left behind at Mum's apartment.
He calls me Cat.
October 26th
I'd missed my flight from Kenya to Lagos, Nigeria earlier that morning so waited for the next available flight which was later that evening. It's been a long day, all I wanted was to go Home to the comfort of my bed.
When Dayo had touched my hands offering to give me a lift from the airport down to my apartment claiming to care for this stranger he'd just met I knew and i saw the desire in his eyes and I felt it too; undermining the fact he was way older I admired him.
He was sitted next to me on the flight, he'd listened to my distressed conversation with Walter and couldn't help but interfere.
He was Kind. Really Kind.
Yes I know Men could be extra-ordinarily nice when they want to get in between your thighs but when i looked in to Dayo's eyes it felt really intense and sincere.
I didn't want to know if he was married or not. We never talked about that, moreover he obviously wasn't wearing his wedding band when we first met, I just wanted to enjoy all the love and happiness he was willing to offer so long as it last.
Yes! I was lonely. In desperate need of love and protection. One which my father had deprived me, love which mum was scared to give me and shyed away from.
If I've had ever had a boyfriend?
Yes!
I was obsessed and so transparent. Physically and emotionally abused. Used and Dumped.
Dayo was promising. He felt like the father figure that wasn't there for me.- He never judged me.
I am Katherine Tatiana Daniel.
Twenty-five years old and I am a dancer.
Nigerian Father and Angolian Mother.
Based In Nigeria for over three years now and in search of my Father.
Left Mum with my step father in Angola in search of my father and peace. Mum shyed away from the idea pretending not to care if I reunited with Dad or not. The only specimen I have in search of my father is the wallet containing his passport photograph he'd left behind at Mum's apartment.
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