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  • ☎Call You Back In a Few📞💔

    Hello there my reader, it’s been a while I haven’t had anything on this website but then finally I decided not to be disappointing anymore.

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    “Lemme call you back in a few”

    There’s nothing that has got me detached from people like that statement. It has made me disconnect from people that meant so much to me because somehow, I find it shady and demeaning especially when that person goes for more than 6 hours without getting back, personally I take it as a cue of “I’m detaching!” It’s just a “polite” way of saying “stop bothering me.”  And it becomes more humiliating if this whole cue is an indirect communication from the person you love.

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    I suppose most relationships, partnerships and even friendships have failed from this same menace. A simple delay in replying the text back on time- and that’s how you find yourself single again. If you seek explanations from the other party, sweet blame games come out in the most commonly used quote ‘You made me a joke, I left as if it was funny.’

    Isn’t it disappointing that communication is no longer what we used to know? What happened to the good old days where people wouldn’t lie via phones? What happened to the days of commitments where people got an headache from missed calls? Do you know what I think? People no longer care as much. Everyone gets into a bubble of excitement that lasts few moments and once it’s blown up, communication dies, it only means one thing a dead end.

    The  world has never changed from revolution, each day something new is born in a world of technology. Something that is seasonal. But one thing we need to bear in mind, our way of loving, our way of heart to heart communication never undergoes through any revolution.

    Let’s not complicate matters of the heart, when you’re a good person, you don’t lose people, they lose you.

    Ditto
    💞💞

  • 💝Heart to Heart💝

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     She was always a shy specs wearing lady. Shy to look into any man’s eyes. All because she wore glasses. Glasses that hid the reality of her big eyeballs. Something that had cost her self-esteem. For many times she felt out-of-place. She felt less courageous. And day by day she withdrew from publicity. She feared showing her smiles to the world. She feared not because she wanted to. But because he had never appreciated her. As a matter of fact they had never appreciated her. All she said to herself was..

    For a while I’ve tried mixing sunshine with hurricane.

    I’ve tried to ignite something to no moves.

    I’ve brought the sparks together but there are no flames.

    I have nothing else left to hold me.
    I’ve gotta find my fate.

    ❤

    What’s happiness if our close one’s hate us? What’s peace if our minds are full of fights? What’s strong if our hearts are in struggles? Albeit for most of us wish we could see what is to come but just like everyone else, the future remains a mystery. And that’s how it should be. The reason being that if we all see what good or bad is to befall us, mistakes would be no more since we would live into perfection. And the world would definitely lose it’s balance because of lack of a measure of the good and the bad. The truth is our uniqueness is what makes the world a better place.

    And so despite the fact that she was so overwhelmed about her physical appearance. He was never bothered. He wrote her poems  that were deeper than her wounds..

    So I wish my words would go deeper. Deeper into your darkening soul.

    And clear the thought that good men don’t exist.

    Men that know what true is. Love that is never lust rather meant to last

    For a long time you’ve been in desolation and your soul is caging in.

    All because each heartbreak caves your ribcage.
    How much of reality would you want to hear if not that True men exist?

    #Under_the_bridge

    Whenever they went for a walk, he would take off her glasses right in the middle of a crowd.

    Then he would say it more sweetly into to the perfect harmony.
    Your eyes look beautiful and I love them.
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    And before he could get done, she would cling on him sobbing happily. Day by day she started becoming courageous again. She also learned to whistle before him, despite being five years younger.
    And when her tears dried first, she realized it was more than a heart to heart connection.
    She was no longer shy but stronger and happier.
    Ditto
    💞💞

  • The Better Half

    bh
    For as long as I can remember, It’s now 5 years down the line. I was standing at the Germany immigration offices. She was hugging me tightly sobbing like I had never seen her before. My spirit was in so many mixed reactions and her tears held me captive. I didn’t want to come back and at the same time I had to be back to complete my high school course. This very day I didn’t cry back – Most of the days when I saw her cry, I got carried away into her tears and the only way to calm her was by taking a walk. She was a girl way too out of my league. A dynamite.
    But she loved me. Loved me more. I think more than anyone else would ever choose to love me. We came from two different world joined by a world love. She was born and raised like ‘her majesty’ but I came from the deep forests of  Tsavo. A place where kids would have an opportunity of boarding a vehicle during the long December holiday. And that was a privilege to the few who had relatives in the city. My case was a different story. But luckily we chose the world of love to curb our differences. A world that makes people stupid for good and makes them have it that they own the whole world. You’ll never accept to be stupid until you love someone deep.
    I looked  at my immigration papers, stared at her then flashed my eyes to check the queue. I was only five people from the immigration’s officer. And so I chose not to get emotional before then. Her eyes were getting sore and I was almost losing it because there was nothing I could do. Her sobbing was beginning to create attention from a few people in the airport but that didn’t matter. She was expressing her emotions. Tears heal. She had to let go or hold on till ‘God knows when’ I’d be back. I still feel the pinch till to date.
    She was a dynamite. A true revelation of what true love means. And whenever we went for a walk, her personality would drain me completely. Perfection. Life had been so sweet to me, first love, happiness and a promising inner peace. I’d lie to say that she wasn’t pretty – She was. I always saw my future daughter in her. And whenever I switched off she would raise and say
    ‘ You know I love you. Right? I can handle your demons’
    Her words were so deep, she would get so lyrical and leave me tongue-tied. Whenever I tried to raise my tone, she would raise the conversation a bit higher.
    This must have been the Better Half. A heaven sent angel to me. And so finally I was at the table with the immigration officer. I got two stamps and I held my sweet girl to the cafe for a final conversation. My flight was in the next 2 hours 30 minutes and that meant I had 2 hours only to speak for the last time. My heart was already caging. I felt it so unfair.
    To Be Continued….
    ❤