From movies to real life, one question I am yet to understand people ever having to ask is “do you love me?”
Really? Why do you have to ask? Why? And whatever my response is will you believe me? If I tell you I love you, only after you asked, would that satisfy your curiosity?
I’m sorry. I’m just not used to girls returning my calls.
Interesting. So how many girls have you been calling that didn’t return your calls?
Emmm… Actually… I don’t know. See, let’s forget about that. Where were we?
Is it actually possible to be saying sorry too often? Isn’t that part of ethics, morals, and civility?
Especially when the person isn’t being self-effacing, or abdicating responsibility for something gone wrong.
There must be an alternate universe where you and I end up together. But in this universe, how can I end up with this your friend I have come to like?
The fact that you have made yourself available doesn’t mean you have to take every insult and misbehavior they respond to your efforts with.
Lean on me no be press me die. You reserve the right to withdraw your offer at any time.
I got back to the sitting room and met Tomi and Hannah giggling like sisters sharing a secret.
I had taken a long bath, thinking up ways to split the girls without getting either of them upset. My head had come up with nothing.
Of what use is a friend that is never available when needed? What are you supposed to do with a friend who shows up only a couple of days after they were needed?
This hen must really be crazy!!! Why didn’t she scavenge for worms and ants in the ground for her chicks?
Why wait till I’ve gathered the dirts?
Hannah too, someone that never wants any PDA, now she is asking for a kiss in front of company.
My village people are working on my case overtime. This is the worst setup of the century.
These witches have succeeded. The Coven have had their way. How in the world did Tomi and Hannah get home before me?
Why do they look content? Who cooked? Why are they eating together?
My enemies have finally gotten me.
A vital lesson that has stuck with me over the years is that the distance from admiration to jealousy is shorter than the distance from my thumb to my pinkie finger.
In my opinion, they are two sides of the same coin.
And by the way, what if I don’t like you? What would you then do?
You would get angry, would you then report me to someone? Or would you come and flog me? Or do you have the power to make me like you by force?
I, like many people I know, tend to find it difficult to let friends from the past go.
We stay attached to the memories and emotions shared, then tie this to the person, and eventually, we never let them go.
A common complaint I have seen among my peers is a lack of connection.
Growing up, we were told that what was most important was what we know. As grown up, we have come to realize that who we know is probably just as important. In some cases, even more.
It dawned on me today that for someone who supports Liverpool, I have too many friends supporting a team embroidered in a ferocious rivalry. Manchester United.
This is not right.
Imagine a married couple that has no shared interest. That do not enjoy each other’s company. They always need a visitor to be around.
A couple that cannot spend an hour in discussion, because they will always run out of topics to talk about.
There are people who are worth every bit of social capital expended on them. Even if they won’t repay you, they appreciate it and pay it forward to someone else.
Fast as lightning, I jumped out of the bed and ran to the sitting room. It seems Tinu forgets that she is a lady, a pretty one at that, sometimes.
She is the one temptation I dare not fall for.
I pray you get to experience groundbreaking, life-changing, empowering, emboldening love. The kind of love that makes the day brighter and colors pop extra. That makes you understand the lyrics to your favorite songs.
When they ask you, why do you trust him this much?
Are there no better men out there?
Is he down for the long haul as you are?
I want you to tell them, “all the feelings I’ve got for him, he’s got it twice and over for me.”
For a better part of my life, if you ask me what the meaning of love is, I had no answer. This is despite the fact that I have been taught all my life to love my neighbor as myself.
It is like everyone was too busy teaching me who to love, that no one remembered to teach me what it means to love.
Life without you is difficult. Unbearable. And I don’t want to get over you. I am struggling get used to be alone. Honestly, I don’t want to get used to life without you.
If I get used to it, there might be no coming back.
Why exactly must you bring woe on yourself just to avoid apologizing? And if offenses must come, must you be the offender?
Others are aspiring to be sources of blessings, while you are parading yourself about as an Offender-in-Chief.
As much as I know Tomi and I would be targeted for their gossip, they were the ones I pitied more. Tomi is not one to take bottom-barrel behavior lying low.
I helped Tomi in moving the rest of the load to the car, and finally, we said goodbye to her former home.
With all I hold dear, I hope this experiment does not blow up in our faces.
At what point do you start wishing you had never met someone? Or better yet, to just unknow them?
The friend that is never happy for you, in a hurry to minimize your achievements, that sees nothing you do as worthy of celebration.
Another crazy thing about heartbreak is that even if you can see it from a mile away, it doesn’t hurt any less.
Both times I’ve experienced heartbreak, I had envisaged it, but that doesn’t ease the impact. As a matter of fact, it hurt more.
It felt good seeing friends after a long time. That feeling is priceless. Those are moments we’ll remember with smiles as we get older.
Every December, you threaten to cut people off. Every January, you announce you have done it. How come by the next December there are always more people awaiting your blade or cutlass?
Eventually, it was time to sleep. I had a big day ahead of me tomorrow.
Wait. Am I not supposed to inform my landlord that someone was moving in with me?