So,you walk up to this beautiful girl you’ve always wished to have as your own. Your hopes soar high, probably higher than Mount Kilimanjaro and your morale is braced on all sides,’it’s sure going to be the day’, you think. In a twinkle, you’re so done with the preliminaries and then…end with ‘I love you, tok ya own’,lol. She smiles, pretending to be processing the imputed information in her brain. To ease off the tension a little, she nibbles at your moderate composition on the table and coldly says ‘you are broke bro, I can’t date broke guys’.
At home, you just want to be alone to bear the burden your simple likeness (for a girl) has placed on you. Thoughts of the lives and times of your dead ancestors are relived in your head; you try to find a basis for your brokenness but you find none. What you see are your prospects! Suddenly, there’s moisture on your cheeks and you just realized that you were crying all the while.
Author: Yami Bamgboye
Profile: He’s a graduate of English language from Lagos State University