Thinking. Missing. You.

So many times I think about you. I think about your lips & I want to kiss you. To hold you, when I think about those moments when I have you, when I had you. I wanna hug you. So tight, get fused to you. Angler fish. Your hands, I want to hold them. Your forehead to kiss it. Spank that #$% when you bend it.

I wish to, that I can rewind it over again. Don’t you? Want to step into it with me? How couldn’t you?

I miss you as you’re not here, let’s not even argue about it. I want to dance with you under the sky, the stars are our witness. Your love to me is a weakness. I can’t rest. I am restless. So young and restless. Got me in some sort of love trance. Stuck on replay. Iyaz.

I love you baby, this is the truth that you can’t erase.

It Must Have Been Love

It Must Have Been Love…When I saw you first & sought you out.
When I knew your flaws & ignored them. Never used them against you. For I was looking at the bigger picture. Of course, that’s of me & you.
I’d looked into my future & placed you there. For what is eternal love if I only wanted to live it for that moment? I saw you in my lifetime. For that is love if I can keep it for a life time.

It must have been love. When I kissed your lips & let myself drown in your
romance. Damn. How my heart sank with emotion for how I longed to be swept away with romance, to hear those words. Their depth. Their meaning. The faith they spring. A beacon of hope. Their sincerity. Their effect on a heart that’s longing to be loved. Mine.

It must have been love when I defended your mistakes. How I gave allowance to time thinking you’d change. A hope to things going back to how they post to be. I thought your errors were to be corrected & as blind as they say love is, my eyes failed to see the end of things till it was too late & now what I thought was true love is over. Roxette.

Day 11 August Rush Blogging Challenge. My Part 2 Of One’s Blog Post I Enjoyed.

The second last day of the August Rush Blogging Challenge 2020 is here & as such which usually help to bring us together, this one right here defines it. Dropping a part two of another’s piece I enjoyed, I chose Mending Us, an original piece by Florence Rwengabo & Rogers Wanambwa. https://wp.me/p9EMGa-3W

Here’s my part; Mending Us. Me to Them.

Me:

Oh yes you sure do can. I am talking about making it. If you’re willing to accept that which happened in the past and work on finding peace with it so that the future you’re both fiddling with to join can accept you the way you’re. I am talking about healing. Those broken pieces of a heart being mended. I can see she’s willing. Give her the chance to because love is about trusting. Don’t let the past distract you from the beauty there is about life. About love. The beauty of winning. Of finally being together with someone you love. With someone who loves you. Of two people who love themselves truly, the demons can wait. In fact they shouldn’t, give them no reason to.

Trust & love her & your demons will die because they know no love & want no love. Two broken hearts can find a perfect healing because on their own terms & time can they find the perfect balance. If at all they’re willing. I encourage you to.

Go love each other in peace. ❤

Why Would You Even Hate Social Media PDA?

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It is always a good moment of love to me. Seeing that there are people celebrating love despite all this chaos going on around us. Today, browsing through my news feeds, I am loving watching couples post away, deep in love. Eating out, having a great outdoors, hanging with friends, movies, goofing or geeking around. Those mirror selfies. It is always romantic & lovely to me seeing couples walking into shops, restaurants, malls or on the streets loving themselves. Eavesdropping on some of their conversations as they are talking love to each other gives peace to my soul.

Ignoring the wars, pandemics, slave trade, coups & all the noise, that there are some people who are enjoying their moment without caring of the level of PDA they are exhibiting.

But then there is the dark side of those who always hate on it. Who fail to ask themselves or lay down the criteria of what pictures one ought to post. There’s no award ever given for the posts that you share that they’re the best. Unless of course if you’re running for some photographers award competition. If you do not want to share love with your partner then that’s your problem. Let those who want to do so do it. If you’re not happy of them at least that’s you. There’s always those that will be happy of theirs. If you don’t want people to post of their lovers, what do you want them to post? The toilet?

If you snatched your partner from someone else & you fear the back clash, sorry. If they’re ugly A.F, sorry. If your family isn’t happy of your choice, sorry. If you’re an introvert about such stuff, sorry.
Let those that are not make the noise. We should always have a reason to celebrate & love is always up there on the list. You feel at liberty to post soccer updates, inspiration posts or awkward filtered pictures so why be hateful of those celebrating their love online? It’s a free world & love is the greatest thing to happen to man. Let’s celebrate it when we can.

Even though sometimes eternity cannot be guaranteed in our love lives but by the fact that at that moment it exists, let’s be free to celebrate it. Even in the open.

What A Girl Should Know.

Someone one day stated that “Every girl is a gold digger but the degree varies & it’s
dependent on how deep she feels you.” Well, that no longer makes the front page as it has become an everyday occurrence. At least every guy has experienced it in any one
of his relationships & some (guys) would testify that it was the incessant demands of the girl that broke the relationship while some (girls) would claim that they can’t put up with a financially unstable guy.


So our dear women keep crying for Women Emancipation saying how tired they’re of being kept in the shadows, trying to prove that they too can work as equally well & at times far more better than men in so many aspects of life, financial independence
inclusive but most of those who advocate for that are still the very ones who sit back & wait for the guy to take them out & do the bills & so many other things they call gentlemanly. What I’ve failed to understand is whether women emancipation doctrines refuse women to look after their men especially in financial matters but to
still offer themselves up for comfort sex once a deed has been done to them. This has
actually further upgraded your level of slavery in a way that those who still wait for the man to play the gentleman part have ended up having nothing but being
unknowingly miserable lots.

But why has it got to be like that? Where so many dames believe that a guy’s assets
are her entitlements? I thought that in a relationship, we’re all concerned for its survival so we’re entitled to pool resources together & sustain it. It has become rare for her to take you out, pimp you up or show any sign of financial /material support
yet she expects you to foot everything like as if she wasn’t living before your entree into her broke life. Like she doesn’t realize that all that money she requests you to take her out with or buy her something can be used to pay rent, start a business, or build a house & what happened to her family & relatives?


Thought they should be concerned too. Or they don’t get inspired by a few girls they see earning their grind & tipping off their guys? Some don’t realize that it’s some form of slavery where the guy can take advantage of her poor economic status to enslave her in the relationship while he goes to get some better ish from another dame …because he knows you have no way out but to beg for whatever he’ll donate to you.


We as guys know it’s our responsibility to spend on our girls but it’s not constituted anywhere that they should sit back on their loins waiting for when we’d earn so that they could eat. They should also play their part. If she liked the guy because he had a fair skin, cool shirts or kicks, then when she notices them going wrong at a point in time, she could dig into her pocket, pull out a note & say,” Honey, here’s some mulla.
You could go buy yourself another cool pair.” That wouldn’t hurt I suppose because you’re investing in your relationship. To cut the long rant short, here’s a statement to think about; ‘MUCH AS IT’S DEADLY FOR A BROKE GUY TO DATE, IT’S
EQUALLY SUICIDAL TO DATE A BROKE GIRL “……