

Once vibrant and
confident, she felt as though she had become a shadow of her former self, with each
failed attempt at self-improvement only deepening her despair.
Her husband’s abandonment had left her not only lonely but also desperate to reclaim her sense of self, her identity tied so closely to his acknowledgment of her beauty.
The low hum of office chatter buzzed around her, an irritating reminder of her lack of enthusiasm. At her desk, a pile of neglected work swelled, echoing the chaos that had taken root within her life.
On a particularly dreary Tuesday, her colleague Baba Kajojo sidled up to her desk, concern etched across his brow.
“Lavenda, you’ve been quiet for weeks. What’s bothering you?” he inquired, his voice soft yet insistent.
Lavenda hesitated. The urge to confide in him battled against her instinct to protect her pride. Finally, the dam broke.
“I just... I’m struggling. My husband left me for someone younger, and I’ve lost sight of who I am.”
Baba Kajojo nodded,
empathy in his eyes. “I know that’s tough. But maybe it’s time to focus on
yourself,” he said.
“What if you start working out? I hear the gym can do wonders for both the body and mind. Who knows, maybe your husband will start yearning for the old you — no, the even better you!”
Lavenda scoffed at the thought, but deep down, something stirred. It was a thread of hope woven through her sorrow. “Perhaps,” she murmured, her heart agitating with an unfamiliar excitement.
Reluctantly, Lavenda embraced her newfound goal. The scent of sweat and determination replaced the stale smell of beer that had plagued her for days.
With every agonising lunge and every bead of sweat that trickled down her spine, she began to peel back the layers of despair that had enveloped her. The gym became her sanctuary, a place where she could release her anguish and reshape her body.
Yet, as her confidence grew, so did a strange feeling within the walls of her once blissful solitude. She began to notice a series of odd occurrences.
The sound of footsteps following her as she left the gym late at night, shadows lurking just outside her periphery, and whispers drifting on the wind as she jogged. Each night, the paranoia crept in, wrapping around her like a vine slowly choking the life out of her.
Feeling more alive than she had in years, yet haunted by an unseen presence, Lavenda took to her phone, capturing the moments of her transformation.
Each photo she posted online drew the eyes of her former friends and well-wishers, but also the eyes of someone lurking in the dark; a shadow begging for attention.
“Are you ready to show him what he lost?” Baba had asked, a gleam of mischief in his eyes when he saw her new posts. She chuckled but did not fully grasp the words until she received a message one evening that chilled her to the bone.
“Looking good, Lavenda. Bet you wish you could have him back.”
The sender’s name was unfamiliar, but the sting of recognition hit her hard. She sensed vulnerability blossoming into something more sinister.
Her heart raced, and for the first time, she understood the true price of vulnerability. It was like shedding skin, raw and exposed to a world that could both uplift and tear down.
Despite her fear, Lavenda fought back, pouring her energy into the gym, running with fervour and channelling her vulnerabilities into a powerful resolve. Baba Kajojo noticed the change, sensing a primal energy radiating from her. “You’re different now,” he remarked one day amidst the clinks of weights.
“Different, yes,” she replied cryptically, the tension simmering beneath her surface like a dormant volcano. The weight loss and muscle definition made her feel invincible. She was stepping into a new identity, one that was no longer defined by a man’s approval.
Yet, as her ex’s voice echoed in memory, urging her to come back home, she was tipped into a dangerous game.
The following morning, as the first light of day streamed through her window, the notification sound jolted her awake. A message blinked on her phone, showing a photo of her leaving the gym, mid-run, with a caption that sent her heart plummeting: “Some things never change. Maybe I’ll see you out there?”
Fear settled in, and Lavenda knew she had become part of a dark game woven by a stranger with twisted motives.
With Baba as an unexpected ally, they began to unravel the web surrounding her. They uncovered an anonymous account that preyed on vulnerable women, exploiting their pain for amusement.
As they dug deeper, Lavenda discovered the thrill of reclaiming her narrative, turning the tables on an unseen enemy and embracing her strength. She set up a meeting, armed with resilience, a camera and a determination to expose the darkness that had sought to redefine her.
In the end, Lavenda
embraced her body, her past and her future, filled with a vibrant determination
that not only set her free from her husband's shadow but also shone a light on
the importance of confidence and self-acceptance.
The
stranger lurking in the shadows would not reign over her life any longer. She
was reclaiming not just her body but also her existence, ready to walk
unshackled into her brand new world.