There is something that has been troubling my heart for many years now, and I just feel I need to share it here. Back then, in my workplace, there was this girl I really liked. She was very beautiful. The only problem was that her attention was on another guy in the office. I tried everything to win her heart but she never looked my way. Because of who my father is and the kind of influence he carried at that time, I made a decision that has haunted me till today. I used his connections to get the guy transferred to Maiduguri. My hope was that once he was out of the picture, she would finally notice me. But life took a different turn. On his way to resume work there, he got into a ghastly accident and lost his life. The news broke me in a way I cannot describe. Despite everything, this same girl never agreed to date me. She is married now to someone else. Years have passed but each time I think about it, I keep asking myself if I am the reason behind his death. Maybe if I had not used my father’s power to transfer him, he would still be alive today. But sometimes I wonder if it might have been his destiny to go at that exact time, whether he was transferred or not. I have carried this burden for too long. Do you think I am blaming myself unnecessarily or do I truly share part of the blame for his death?