I was called a bad and uncaring friend recently by a friend.
Why should i be called uncaring and bad, because I do not return his calls
Truth is am very bad at returning calls, am soo an sms person. This friend of my mine can sure call one like mad. Every gist he must call me to talk about. He no know say talk dey tire person. The dude just does not realize that there are those moment when you want your Me Alone time. No calling you does not mean you are not my friend, nor that i do not care.
What caused all this wahala was that he called me recently and said he has been down and unhappy, what is the problem,I asked. He no gree talk but kept saying he is sure i was going to laugh at him and me as I get my own headache that the phensic wey i use no gree quench I shut up my mouth.
Days later, he sent me a text telling me that he is home crying for a late brother that died about 16years ago and his popsy too wey don die tey tey. As a friend, i replied that God would grant them peace and make them inmates of heaven. abi wetin i for do now. Only for me to meet him online on fb and he was telling me that i am a bad friend, i do not care about him.
Shuo! see me see wahala, wetin i for do, was i supposed to be crying along with him, abi na to come dey beg am say make he no cry again. The bad friend part was so uncalled for and abeg am his friend not his girl friend or sister.
Maybe I do not know what it is like lose a father or any parent at all but i know what it is like to live without a father's love. At least his father spent his life time loving him ad he has such wonderful memories of the guy. I don't have any and i have never for one day cried over it or make myself pitiful for people to start consoling me.
I am all for living and make the best of what life has to give you and not mope around for that which is lost. yeah, it's painful but we must not live in the past and expect pity, pity is that which i detest and never wantfrom people.
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
Thursday, February 18, 2010
FAVORITE PLAYLIST
Thank you guys for your comments on my last post.But my forbidden fruit guy and i were just a one time thing. He was the dude i wrote about in my WTF post last year.
I recently relised that my favorite songs are break up songs or sad love songs. They are usually on repeat and I find myself happy whenever i hear them. This is something i have being doing unconsciously for years. My favorite, evergreen songs are...
Unbreakable- West Life
Seperated-Usher
Devil in me-Kate Voegele
You can't break a broken heart-Kate Voegele
Already Gone-Kelly Clarkson
Cry-Kelly Clarkson
Love don't love me-Eric Benet
Have you ever-Brandy
Hate that I love you-Rihanna
Unfaithful-Rihanna.
I recently relised that my favorite songs are break up songs or sad love songs. They are usually on repeat and I find myself happy whenever i hear them. This is something i have being doing unconsciously for years. My favorite, evergreen songs are...
Unbreakable- West Life
Seperated-Usher
Devil in me-Kate Voegele
You can't break a broken heart-Kate Voegele
Already Gone-Kelly Clarkson
Cry-Kelly Clarkson
Love don't love me-Eric Benet
Have you ever-Brandy
Hate that I love you-Rihanna
Unfaithful-Rihanna.
Monday, February 1, 2010
ATE THE FORBIDDEN FRUIT!!!!
Friend: who is putting in his CV
Me: CV! What’s CV got to do with it
Rewind: we were having a discussion on relationships.
Friend: as in who are the guys toasting you at the moment
Me: oh! Why didn't you say that, which one be CV.
I went ahead to give him the list from the married colleague at by former office who is feeling single and lying about it.(Thank God for a friend who knew him), to the ex who was staging a comeback and an Igbo dude who is cute.
Friend: igbo ke?
ko gba gbe ee mehn, ko ya delete he sharp sharp,
wetin you wan do with omo Igbo.
abi u like am ni!!!
Abeg talk better.
Igbo boys are a no go area, forbidden fruit for my friends and family.
You must not even allow them finish talking before you vamoose.
And So I ate the forbidden fruit and have something to do with an omo Igbo.
We met in May at an event
Let’s call him Dee, because that was what he initially introduced himself as...
Until I heard his real name.
He speaks Yoruba well as much as we that own the language and I guess that was the the reason why I did not realize he was playing pranks.
We became fast friends, as we talk about anything
I mean anything.
We call each and discuss sweet nothing, text like a zillion times each day.
We bonded so well and he was like a male best friend I never had.
We knew what we wanted; we liked each other and knew we would just have a fling.
No strings attached and even though I have been celibate for long, I didn’t care to, lose it.
Like Serena said to Dan in Gossip Girl, He was the only guy who really saw me.
Saw me for who I am, respected my feelings and made me feel all girly.
Dee did change my mentality about what a relationship could be like.
I mean I have never been the mushy mushy romantic person.
But Dee was, He is such a good lover
He is this sensitive person who cared about other people’s opinion of him.
He is the kind of lover who wants sexual satisfaction for both parties and not just himself.
He did a lot of things to me as in he took me to a whole new world. As in am not into graphic but sex with him was great. He made me realize that sex could be wonderful, exploratory and damn right satisfying.
The little time we spent together was really good and I enjoyed every tiny bit of each moment with him.
He was the kind of boyfriend I ever wanted,
The kind of man, I ever want to spend the rest of my life, if I ever decide to get married.
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