Monday, 28 November 2011

My Wild Love

He is not charming and lacks the ability to be a gentleman. He is totally unrefined, would not open the door for you neither will he wait for you before stepping in to any room. It is never the best thing to walk with him in the rain unless you have an umbrella, even if he shares an umbrella with you he’ll expect you to hold it.
But that is just the way he is. That is the way the world views him. Yes he is wild and arrogant, but I’m not timid either. I actually I am more dangerous than he is; only I come in a softer and more subtle packaging (maybe we'll talk about me sometime).
People say likes do not work and parallel opposites are a bad idea. Not in our case, we match like the stars in the night sky. Our wild works just like the sun and moon work together.
His coarseness never exists around me, he is as the calm just before a storm. You all see him absent minded never paying attention to anything, yet he notices every time my nose twitches. He could draw my eyes from memory, and point out my smile in the clouds. He can tell what emotion I feel just from the sound of my voice and knows just how to deal with me.
He is extremely impatient. Really I’m serious, he can’t stand it if you take an extra minute to do anything. With me he acts like time has stopped just to wait for me to finish whatever it is I am doing. He takes his time when taking care of me, he walks beside me like the restaurant is in business just because of me, like the movie would only start when we get there.
I know that I am not nice, well I do not try to be, but I often tell him that he is mean; at least to other people never to me or mine. He does not hide his anger, and his wrath descends like volcanic lava. No matter how hot and angry he is, everything negative disappears when I walk into the room. His anger is scary and mine is worse, but harsh words never pass between us. Besides I have a calming effect on him.
Everyone judges us once they see us. No one believes we can work out. Even in the midst of all his wild, our hearts still beat as one. He hardly says the wrong words, and when he does he always does the right thing to make it up to me. I know he's not attractive to most, he's not the story book gentle man; but he is mine. My own love, not gentle, but he is my wildman love.

Sunday, 20 November 2011

INTRODUCING MISS FORGET…

Hi! So I’m introducing me. My name is Miss Forgetting Forgetful Forgetter. I have a feeling I can guess what you are thinking, but I am not dumb. As in I do not forget what I learn in school or what I am supposed to do at work. I still have not forgotten how to cook or how to drive or even how to bath a baby and change soiled diapers. So stop thinking negative, I am smart, extremely smart; which is why I choose to forget.
I often forget not to talk to certain people. In other words I do not remember to keep ‘malice’ with people. I think keeping malice makes sense to certain people but I have not been able to understand the concept. I thought the point of a fight was to let the other person know how you feel and why what they have done is not acceptable. So how do you accomplish that without talking, or passing notes? I am not big on silent messages and sign language; I do not even know how to communicate that way, so I would rather talk to you.
There is a lot to say to people every day and wit my forgetfulness it is a lot of hard work for me to remember that I am not talking to someone.
As forgetful as I am, there are certain times I have to work hard at forgetting. I hate to forget the important things people do in my life but sometimes these people are just mean. Isn’t it very unfair that I decide to make sure that I do not forget what people do for the sake of a good relationship and they decide to do the things that hurt? Over time I have learned that it is easier to forget than not keep remembering.
Ok so here is how it works for me; if I forget, I still have my friend, I do not have to remind myself that I am mad at someone, I am generally happier and nobody is getting transferred negative energy. If I do not forget, I get mad every time I remember what happened, when I hear the person’s name, see the person or am reminded about the person, need to remember not to be nice to the person, and a whole lot of rubbish that comes with remembering negative stuff. Don’t get me wrong, it is important to learn from these extreme experiences with people, but I think life is too short to keep all of these in your head.
In my bid to be a true ambassador of the world I like to learn from everything around me. So I learned to forget from children. Five year old Toyin is mad, extremely mad at his mum. First of all she woke him up this morning just when he was about to be given a bowl of chocolate ice cream in his dream and insists that he goes to school. The bath wasn’t so bad, neither was the breakfast, but then she takes him to the same school that has the class with all those other noisy kids, and packs him lunch with a healthy drink. The most amazing thing is that by the close of school, when little Toyin sees his mum waiting outside, he is the happiest child in existence. Never mind about all the things she did, he’s happy that she’s here to get him.
Seriously, it makes sense to learn to forget. There is some form of bliss that comes with forgetting how mad someone hurt you, or how much you would love to kill the girl next door. I personally think it comes with less stress. But most importantly life is shorter than we would love it to be, so what is the point of holding on to the negatives. Besides as you grow older you have more things to think about, so why not try to forget the negative events.
In other words learn to be like me. You have my permission to pick and use one of my names. But if you would not be like me, at least learnt to forget the things that don't count. People do not live forever.
Wishing you all the bliss that comes from forgetting,
Miss Forgetting Forgetful Forgetter
P.S.
I hope it was nice meeting me.

Friday, 18 November 2011

Letter To Some Guy I Do Not Know How To Qualify

It is amazing how the past can track you down in the present and even more stunning when it is not your past. I cannot believe I have to write this to you, but since you would not find brain for yourself, I need to look give you one.

You said that you trust her and may be you do. You trust her so much she has the passwords to all your email accounts and electronic devices, the pin codes to your debit cards, the keys to your house and spare keys to your cars. So you trust her, but not where it counts. Sometimes I think you are upset that the girl that loves you enough to be with you is beautiful and a lady.

Why does she have to explain the reason she is ten minutes late to your date? Why can’t she have female friends apart from the ones you find for her? She has to check in with you every night before she goes to bed. You heard a guy’s voice in the background one afternoon and you tore down to her place without thinking. Her elder brother had is friend over.

You claim to value her and her opinions but only about what you are wearing to the next party or what would tell the world about how big you are. When was the last time you told her about your deep thoughts that had nothing to do with her body? Tell me how you would hide yourself from her and expect her to be happy that she’s with you. She loves you so she worries about you when you are down yet you would not even tell her how you feel with the shortest of words. She is bothered that she is the worst girlfriend ever; she thinks she is selfish because you would never share your thoughts and dreams with her.

She has to work hard to get any encouragement from you; she works for your affection. And for some reason I do not understand, there is always some random person somewhere that you can compare her to. Oh and she often falls short. On special days she either tried to hard or not enough to impress you. Your birthday has to be an extra effort, wishing to spend time alone with you is the worst thing she would ever do.
How dare you? You claim to love her, but you look at her through the shades of your past. Just because your last girl left you for someone else you assume that she has slept with every man that gave her a second look. So your mother left when you were young? Dude, I actually mean to be nasty but get over yourself. You are not the first it happened to and if you continue like this after you are both married, you would not be the last.

She is too precious to be doing time for other people’s crimes. Your friend messes up and you automatically attach a disgusting quality to her. I am not going to you how wonderful she is. But I know she works hard to show how much she loves you, even though I think you do not deserve half of it. She is always being sentenced before the sin. She is always to blame because you are protecting yourself from the rest of the world. You are not ready to be with her or any one. Grow up and take responsibility for your actions and stop treating her like you do not love her.

I am not telling you any of this because I think you deserve her, but if you do not look for a way to look at, see and appreciate what you have, some other guy would snatch her. Oh and do not think your best friend would not consider it, cause I know they would. If you are not careful she would stop hoping you would learn to do right by her, she would leave you. What part does she have to play in other people’s mistakes?
Guy, if her health deteriorates, I promise to blame you and if that ever happens, I promise to tell you this exact words “Good for her, remember I told you so”.