Wonder how you now care less about
That guy or lady you promised never to remain still at their missed calls?
Or you probably still feel the pain/regret/sober/delay
Yesterday, I reminisced on my teenage life. I called on the cast and plot to play their roles at my call & define the lies they offered my teeming heart.
Full of rage was my soul, having played tender folly at the fond it found its solace:
“I will get married to you and love you forever, no matter weather”.
Little did I know that, the meaning of life is transient in nature depicts a flower that blooms at sunrise only to get plucked by a stranger after been tended and watered by the primary school boy
And, my father didn’t tell me that giving my time to her won’t disturb me from passing my WAEC but cause me a heartache to sing a lullaby when I come of age
It grips me, like a slap on my face
When I see Ariyike curled in the embrace of Temitope after
I had spent my undergraduate days promising her the future and she; a nation..
Like a termite, she had eaten deep into my cave….
Last month, she gave Temitope his second baby but I visited and said congrats and laughed with her firstborn and payed homage to her beautiful smile and drool at her smile and prayed with her and said good-bye.
Good-bye to the 5 years memories of us I saw on our Facebook messenger yesterday. That one I mistakenly jammed when checking your profile picture to offer the final goodbye.
Blame me not, blame us not.
Ariyike and I never dated officially/never kissed/never smooched but
I called her my treasure and she named me her heart but it was all a lie.. I’ve got no one to get laid.💔