I am an artist. I bleed through the pages I write. That does not mean I write about things I go through in life. Not necessarily. I am a content creator. I rewrite stories. I take your mind to places that don’t exist. All that to give us a chance to feel, relate, dream, laugh, cry and bounce back when life seems to be kicking our asses.
I’ve been offered great platforms to write celebrity gossips, and go ham on people’s business, in a way that may ruin their reputation. That’s not what I stand for. I don’t have to bring anyone down for me to be up there. Let God judge and correct. I will be here sharing love and positivity as I go through success, tribulations and heartbreaks of life.
Today I want to talk about a door that was left open for so long. Her old friend left in the rain without closing the door. Once in a while someone new would walk in. She would smile and shake their hand. Great distraction here and there, but whenever she thought of him, it hit her like a knife! Straight to the heart, reminding her that she cannot make old friends. However magical the new ones were, they could not be her old friend. She still loves him. “It’s something to do with first love and the first cut being the deepest” she says, but yoh, I don’t believe in that shit.
I am all about moving on, digging that heart real deep and setting it free stitch by stitch. You better tag me in memes. If you’re feeling blessed with Maureen and 50 others on Facebook and I am not mentioned, issa problem. However, if you genuinely forgot me in that list, get me alooot of food. I will eat, talk smack then forget. I am possessive and jealous. At least I speak honestly.
You see; Friendships, relationships and marriages go bad like bananas. Young and green, naive and fond of each other at first. Slowly by slowly bruises reveal themselves as they mature. The bruises get darker and blacken until the whole banana is bad. Peel back the skin and examine the inside before too much time passes, and you may find some good. But wait for too long and the whole thing is rotten. The only thing left to do is throw it away or make some matoke (which will suck)
I’d rather deal with the bruises as they occur before the whole situation escalates. I’d rather peel the skin and examine the inside before too much time passes. Peeling the skin comes with fights and disagreements. It comes with asking hard questions and loving yourself enough, not to take anything less than 100 %( Don’t tell me about compromise. Doesn’t apply here) If he/she is 60 40 about you or uncomfortable about who you are, they may not say it directly. But child I pray you see it through them.
I hope she gets it right. If he comes back through that door he left open, He must love her. He must not ask for a break unless he means breakfast. He must stay there through it all. If it doesn’t work out, though I wish them well, I’ll take her to marikiti. I’m sure she’ll find another banana that will ripen without bruises.