WAS THROWN UNDER THE BUS- DAILY PROMPT 29

"Throw him under the bus," she said.

But her eyes were on me.

Aisha and I shared everything. Food. Notes. Dreams.
Then one scholarship. One name only.

2am. She knocked. No tears. Just facts.
"If I say you cheated, they’ll kick you out. I’ll go to Lagos. I’ll send money home."

I laughed. Then I saw her face. She meant it.

"Girl, save yourself," she whispered. "Lagos is too much."

Save myself? Or save her?

Next morning I walked to the dean first.
"Yes sir. I cheated. It was me."

The bus left that afternoon. She was on it.
I stayed with shame and an empty bed.

Years later: Her post - "CEO. Lagos. Brand owner."
Me: Village. Pure water. Small shop. Still standing.

She got the bus.
I got the road.

And the road taught me how to walk.

Ever been the sacrifice?

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