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?

Firstly, do you know the difference between a tooth and teeth? Do you know how teachers will insist you use the right one each time you were referring to them?

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?

More disturbing than blacks not being picked up by the aliens, is the fact that no Nigerian has recorded any of such encounters so far. The Nigerian population in the USA is enough to have witnessed a noticeable amount of extraterrestrial activities. How come none is reported?

I heard that to give an apology cost nothing. But is that true though? Someone else said the true cost of an apology is ego and pride. Again, I wonder, how true is that?

More important than my fear or dislike for canines, if all Men are dogs, and all dogs go to heaven, can you see where I'm going with this?

One question I am always fascinated to hear asked, is "who is in charge here?" Whenever that question is asked, it is either a mess has been made, or a mess is about to be made. Why else would someone ask, who is in charge here?

Whatever you have to say about Judas Iscariot, at least he got paid something. By the way, how much were you paid the last time you betrayed your friends, your values, or yourself?

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?

And if I never heal from this heartbreak, will I ever get to love again? Can love be built on pain? What if I'm unable to connect with anyone? Who would teach me to love again?