Men are Polygamous

Many years ago when I was younger, I always got mildly irritated whenever the “why do men cheat” question got raised. I always felt it was a rather vague question akin to asking why there was a God and what He was made of. My reason being that there was no systematic pattern or physiological attribute consistent among cheaters. Back then, my retort to the question always blamed cheating on the values of the man in point and not men in general and argued that cheating should be looked at individually case-by-case rather than rope all men. Assymetrical generalisation, I called it.

I have come here to state categorically that I was wrong then, cheating has nothing to do with a lack of values. I used to tell people that I will never cheat as it wasn’t something to be found in my paradigm, I likened cheating in relationships to cheating in business and exam hall. I had stated that if you don’t do the last two, there was no way you would be found wanting in the former. How wrong I have been.

My eyes have been opened to ordeals of many a girl whose heart have been broken by adulterous men. Moving on to my prognosis; it is naturally inborne for the male specie to want more especially when sexual hormones are involved. There is something in a man that by default wants to experiment. Every man is born with it.

I used to liken cheating to discipline before. Show me a man who doesn’t keep to his word, and I will show you a man with the tendency to cheat. I would go on and on about how a disciplined man who keeps to his word, wouldn’t cheat. I saw cheating as a renege on your word to your spouse or partner. Yes, forgive my days of ignorance when I felt cheating was just like the other things. What did I know?

The first step to solving the menace of cheating is to first agree that you came with a desire for more – not necessarily better but more. The next step is to learn how to tame that desire, but how do you tame something you have not acknowledged.

Why do men cheat? Men cheat because they are wired to cheat. This may be controversial among the conservative folks reading this, make no mistake about it as I am a Rightist myself. However, the truth has to be told.

I have seen very few phenomenon as global and consistent as Cheating. Anywhere you go to, from the newlyweds in London to the Centennial couple in Italy to the celebrity girl in Australia to the Pastor in Nigeria, the same underlying tone of desiring pleasure outside your confines persist rather obdurately.

Cheating cuts across race, it is the reason why we have people of mixed races. The White Masters were able to see beneath the impoverish lives of slaves, among the hellish strokes, tasks and chants of supremacy, they were not able to resist their organs from getting aroused by the perky breasts of slave girls. They tried so hard to resist the urge, they turned to white girls, but the body always want what it wants.

Alas, the White Master was getting in bed with the dirty slave girl. Testosterone must have been sent by the gods as Karma, or so they thought (In hindsight, it’s a good thing, it is why we have people like Jesse Owens, Thurgood Marshall and Obama today).

What usually happens prior cheating is that people become shocked at their reaction to glimpses of external pleasure, and while still in that state of shock they fall into the temptation. Once you’re in, forget it, you’re in. I cannot help but wonder what the outcome would have been if the orientation were a little different.

The next generation of men should be taught to embrace their yearnings for more bites off the pie, they shouldn’t be in denial — that’s the first step to victory. They should be taught to look beyond the physical realms when making a decision on whom to love, stay and be with.

The thing with cheating isn’t that you see something (or someone) better, it’s all in the need to fulfil the quest for exploration. We must teach the next generation that not all OPLs lead to OMLs*. They must be taught that there is safety in ignorance, that not all gained knowledge is expedient, especially when it comes to matters of the nerve.

Cheating is not an anomaly, they should know that. The eviscerating power of that knowledge is deep enough to deny their indulgences. Cheating will continue, so long as the objectification of women continue.

Lest I forget, women also cheat. But theirs is fickle, they do it for material gains. For the men, there is no logical reason (most times). For the women, it can always be attributed to some logical reason, hence there’s a solution for them which is why I have not spent any time offering solutions to them.

But for the men, how do you begin to crack a menace that has plagued generations before you. Cheating isn’t only limited to sexual activities. I am tempted to define cheating as even bearing the thought of being with someone else, but I know all hell will be let loose as most, if not all, men must have harboured such thoughts at one stage or the other.

The key to cracking this problem is to look at successful examples, but like the Holy Book says; a faithful man, who can find?

All men cheat, but some tame their tendencies before it blossoms. The only difference. And taming that tendency isn’t something you wake up one morning and decide to do. Most often that not, you need external help to tame.

Stay True!

Miracle Roch

A Little Love

Everything that goes on around you depend on one factor. You can control the outcome of your actions if you get this one factor right. Most of the struggles you go through right now will evaporate into thin air in one flash if you get this factor right.

I am talking about the state of your heart. The state of your heart determines how the other things pan out. The heart is telepathic and magnetic; it wants what it wants but will only get what is it. Tit for tat.

I am going to share some stories to show you examples of how the state of your heart really is the most important thing.

Many years ago, on Christmas day, we didn’t have so much in the house but we were happy. Our hearts were in sync. So we cooked the little rice we had and made stew with tin tomato pastes. While other households used chicken and whatnot, the only luxury we could afford was fish.

My friend came around the house that day and he was served our rice and stew with fried tilapia fish with a sachet of water, pretty mundane for a Christmas day buffet. But remember, we were happy and served that food with joy without any remorse of feeling of being short-changed.

My friend ate that food, finished it and was very happy. We both left the house after he was done to go round and visit folks. Everywhere we went to, we were served delicacies much better than what we had at home in face value. But my friend continually made a statement everywhere we visited that day, and that particular statement stuck ever since.

He kept telling folks we visited how I wanted to kill him with food in my house, how he ate and enjoyed the food in my house. Guys, I know he was blabbing, don’t be deceived. It was normal everyday white rice and tin tomato with just water. We were offered (and ate) awesome delicacies at the different places we visited, so there was no way what he ate at my place could have resonated.

Alas! He wasn’t blabbing. He did enjoy that food. The things that matter in life are not ephemeral, they are not even tangible. The most important things in life aren’t physical, they cut beyond the physical five senses and logic.

Looking back to the events of that day, it’s easy to see why he was proud of what he ate at my place; it was served in love. Like we were so happy and proud of what we had, we shared it in love. Nothing beats that, love. The state of our heart was so right that it became infectious. Once the state of your heart is right, it’s so easy to get things going in your favour.

It doesn’t take the whole world to get your act right, so many of you have gotten your heart deeply interwoven in the fabrics of deceit and hate. Everything that goes on around set on autopilot, there’s no realness anymore. It may not even be your fault, as you’ve been so deep into it that you can’t change nada anymore. I mean, I remember so many years ago when I unintentionally used to tell a lie, I had told that lie for so long that subconsciously I began to saw it as truth. I told the lie with the confidence and dexterity that would normally accompany a truth. Not until I realised one day that it was really a lie did it stop.

So I understand how you can get deeply woven into things without knowing. For some of you, it could be deep seated hatred towards someone for something that happened years ago, granted you might have outgrown the event but somewhere in your heart, it still rings a bell. These things don’t go off without intentional effort. For some other person, it could be something really trivial, I mean, we all have people who smile and laugh with you but go behind your back and say all sorts. It may not be intentional, actually, sometimes it’s never intentional, it’s just something that has to do with the state of their heart.

The only way to correct an ill state of heart is by throwing tiny flashes of love into your heart. It’s akin to darkness, you never chase away darkness by “shuuing” it, you chase darkness by bringing an anti-darkness – you bring in a tiny bit of light. When light comes, darkness goes missing, it gets superimposed, once light goes off, darkness needs no invitation to come back. So throwing tiny bits of love here and there isn’t enough, make it consistent.

I’ll leave you with a verse from Glen Campbell’s song Try a Little Kindness;

You go to try a little kindness

Yes show a little kindness

Just shine your light for everyone to see

And if you try a little kindess

Then you’ll overlook the blindness

Of narrow minded people in the narrow minded streets

 

Stay True!

 

Miracle Roch.

 

Happily Ever After

Happily Ever After

There’s this daily prompt thing by WordPress where they give you topic suggestions. I decided to have a look at it today and this topic suggestion got me interested. This was just top of my head, fictionalized of course. I tried to find a real Muse, but couldn’t.

Will we ever live happily ever after?We’ve fought too many fights for a beginning as tender as ours

There’s no denying you bring out the creativity in me

The relief from your lips can’t compare to the Falls at Lake Victoria
In my head we are done

I don’t see a future with our vast differences

But I also didn’t see Donald Trump winning

Unlike the Election, I’d be happy to be proved wrong

We bicker too much, even without talking

Only human to wonder the hell that will be let loose

When we get deep thronged into our bodies on a regular

But I also said the explosive Kimye wouldn’t last six months

I really want us to work forever

Like banish our demons and glow

But the facts are not in our favour and the projections are dim

Well, they were in Hillary’s but we know how that ended

I don’t like how you give others priority more than me

Nor how you waste your time on people you have no business with

I hate that you are not firm in your decisions

I’m bewildered at how you live life without intelligence

More shocked at how beautiful you are

How your smile radiates better than the sun

How you do these so effortlessly

And still call yourself ordinary

This is probably a lost cause

‘Cause you are so set in your ways

You wouldn’t bat an eyelid for a change

But I’d still give it one last shot

And another one.

And yet another shot

I’d hold on to any slight chance for us to live

Happily ever after.

 

Stay True!

Miracle Roch

I used to Love a Girl

What is not Love?

I used to like a girl, like really really love her. And this isn’t fiction. This is a true story, my story.

I loved this girl so much, we were so in to ourselves. We spent almost every day on the phone, we would talk about several cool stuffs, share dreams, pray together and all that stuff. She lived very faraway from me but we didn’t even let the distance come between us.

Back then, I sincerely thought I was gon’ marry her, I even visualised what our kids would look like, we would have arguments about how many boys/girls we both wanted and struggle to pick their career choices. It felt so cool, Telemundo had nothing on us.

She was very beautiful. The first time I saw her, I was convinced she was the most beautiful person I’d ever seen. On the spot, I knew I was gon’ go after her, I did and got her via the Friend-zone first. Back then, I could swear it was love. It felt so good.

You know, as I write this, I feel nostalgic. I’m struggling to remember what happened, but we don’t talk anymore.
No, we didn’t fight, no quarrels, no misunderstanding, nothing of that sort. We just stopped talking. I just woke up one morning and decided, not to talk anymore.

In hindsight, I can say that was not love at all. Love doesn’t stop talking. It’s just so funny how looking back then, I can see how stupid we both were. We wasted precious time on nothing. You know, we went one whole year without communication at some point (I even think I blogged about her once here, search through my archives from 4 years ago, I’ve blogged about a ton of girls sha).

Then one day, I picked up the phone and called her. And we resumed like it was nothing, I mean, after one whole year without talking, we were back on our rhythm. That must have been some supernatural feat yeah? So it felt like it was destined to be.

But, don’t be deceived. That was not love. That can’t even pass as infatuation. That’s stupidity. You know, it’s funny because I can almost remember the motions my tender heart went through then, I look at her now and she’s thrice as beautiful as she was then, yet my pulses aren’t being set on fire. Did the love disappear? Haha. This happened several years ago.

In between the years that this happened, I still did not learn my lesson. Of course, someone else did come take her place, which brings me to another question. How strong does love need to be, before it becomes irreplaceable?

One of the reasons why I’m writing this post is because there’s someone in my life bugging me. Like she calls me every time, and because I’m trying to be polite, I haven’t told her off yet. So I was wondering, does this young girl think she’s in love? And maybe she feels love is reflected in how much airtime you burn calling the person, I laugh.

I want to tell her, I’ve done this thing before, and that it wasn’t love, but I don’t want to crush the young girl’s heart, I will let time teach her, just as maturity taught me.

Another reason why I’m writing this is because of Charlie Puth’s song “We don’t talk anymore” and Lauryn Hill’s “I Used to Love Him”. After listening to that song, I kept wondering, why would people who talk regularly stop talking at all? And then I remembered this story.

This story is the same reason I’ve stayed away from this thing you guys call love, Love is not child’s play. Love is nothing close to all that stuff you guys see on the internet. Love is personal. Love is matured. It’s not something anyone should jump into. Until I find out what love is, I’m so not jumping into that ship.

But what is not love?
– Love is not long hours on the phone
– Love is not the curves or fine face or abs
– Love is not the feeling
– Love is not the butterfly in your stomach
– Love is not “do-this-for-me-I’d-do-this-for-you”
– Love is not recharge card
– Love is not Display/Profile Picture
– Love is not romantic status messages
– Love is not MCM/WCW
– Love is not money
– Love is not swag
Yeah, eleven things love isn’t.

Oh! Did I forget to mention we were upcoming grown-ups then? We are all grown-ups now and we laugh about our stupidity back then, no strings attached, we’ve both moved on, no enmity created. We’re cool. But that was not love.

This is not a true story :p

Stay True!

Miracle Roch

My Birthday Gift to You

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I didn’t give you a birthday cake or a birthday gift, I only sent a solitary text message. That should do, you should even be happy I sent a text. Isn’t that just about all you deserve? Do you deserve more? Well, since you’re so obsessed with writing, and since you obviously love writing more than you do me, this is going to be my own birthday present for you. A chip of what I feel.
Can you please add some weight? I’m tired of having to make do with your skinny body, I need some flesh to feel and hold when we have our intimate moments. I don’t want to worry anymore about going too hard on your skin. Please go to the gym, add some muscles, flaunt your abs, I like them.
Can you calm down a bit? Most times in public, wished you could just read me, could you look at my face and know what it is my heart is really saying? You talk too much in public, yes, I know you are eloquent, I know you are brilliant and while you may not have the intention of showing all that off, that is really what it does seem like.
Can you add a little swagger to your persona? A little panache would do you no harm, you must not always be about books all the time. Sometimes spice up your life with varieties, yeah, waste time on trivial things, it don’t hurt. Change your walking step, walk like some pop artist, walk like some star, it wouldn’t harm.
Can you not be selfish? Yeah, most times without actually knowing it, you act selfish. You act based on what you, what if someone else knows better? Can you be a good listener? Sometimes, all I just want you to do is listen to my rubbish talk and smile sheepishly, sometimes I don’t want to be corrected, I want to be wrong and be proud of it when I’m with you. I want to be bare when I’m with you.
Can you not spend too much money on people? You spend far too much on people than you spend on yourself. It wouldn’t be bad if you spent much more on yourself, buy that stuff for yourself first before buying for others. Please, put yourself first for once. For once.
Can you stop writing about yourself all the time? What are the odds that you wouldn’t even tell the whole world what happens between us. How am I even sure that you wouldn’t show the whole world this? Please make your writing less personal, for me at least.
Can you teach me how to write like you? Not the private kinda but the mind twisting, brainwashing kind of writing that you do that keeps readers engaged and intrigued? Teach me, I am willing to be a good student.
Can you love me some more? I feel on top of the world already with the little love you have shown me, imagine what my life would look like if you added some more? Don’t change, don’t do more, don’t buy more, just love some more.
Can you remain different? All through my life, I have never seen anyone like you, no one thinks like you, no one reasons like you, no one talks like you, no one loves like you. Please I don’t want that to change. I want you to remain unpredictable and different. I love you like that.
Finally, Can you just hold your peace and let me love you for life? Just calm down and go on this journey with me, will you be by my side? Will you hold me tight? Will you keep me warm? Will treat me right? Will you carry me in your arms? Will you be mine and mine alone? And let me just do the loving.
You know I do love you boo.

From, “you know who”.
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Stay True!

Miracle Roch
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Relationship Lessons

Ok, so my guess is you’ve been in a relationship for too long and you are already getting disgruntled. You have gotten overtaken by jealousy, even wondering if you are still in love, picking out faults from the boo, getting irritated and evens shocked at your actions. Calm down, it’s all natural. A relationship isn’t rocket science, it’s systematic, you have to work, it isn’t something that just springs out of the blues begins to make sense. I’m gonna be dropping a few things here to help you before you capsize your relationSHIP.

  • Never use the word “think” carelessly. They always want to be sure you know what you’re talking about. When you say “I think I love you”, you are sure to hear them exclaim “think!” No one wants to stay with someone who sees them as just a thought. They want to be overly sure.
  • It’s normal for you to wait for them. Don’t get agitated when you have a function to attend with the boo and you end up waiting for over 30 minutes. It’s inborn in them to always pay attention to the smallest detail whenever they have to go out so chill, it’s nothing personal.
  • Others guys will make passes. The fact that you see them with other guys doesn’t necessarily mean they don’t see you as priority. If the boo is very pretty, you don’t expect other guys not to see the same gorgeousness you saw. It doesn’t mean the boo doesn’t see you as priority or anything but then you need to understand she’s got a life that doesn’t need to revolve only around you. Actually, getting to talk to these other guys improves your worth.
  • Her whole time isn’t for you. Dude! She had a life way before she met you, you don’t expect her life to suddenly come to a halt and experience a U-turn just because you came around, truth remains her life is paramount and comes first before any other’s.
  • She mustn’t tell you everything. Never ever judge her love for you based on what she says. So don’t feel short-changed because you feel she doesn’t say too many things with her mouth.
  • You must adulate her. Truth is, 80% of her dress choice is influenced by you, she wants to look good for you, it’s gon’ be cruel if after going through the stress, she doesn’t get a word of approval from you. Always tell her how good she is looking, and on days when she isn’t looking good, find a way to subtly tell her.
  • Don’t try to impress her. Never try to do anything that will impress her, she loved you with all your rustiness and raggedness, what makes you think she would appreciated a better you? Be who you are, don’t try to do too much as you could spoil her installed prototype of you.
  • She mustn’t return you call. Yes! You called her, she didn’t pick, after sometime you call again only to realise she’s on the phone with some other person. Calm down, it’s nothing to be worried about, you have been leveraged. The fact she didn’t call don’t mean she don’t love you.
  • Don’t ask her too many probing questions. With time, she’ll get to tell you all the things you need to know about her and yes! You don’t even need to know everything. Don’t be too fast and ask her about the boy you saw her with, the girl you saw her with and stuff. They like it when you don’t because eventually, they will.
  • Trust her even against the odds. Yes, you’ve made a decision to love her and you probably had other choices yet you chose her. Stick with her even when the odds are stacked against trusting her, believe in her judgement, and believe in her actions. In the long run, it will pay off.
  • Tell her things when you need to. Whenever there is a rising need to talk to her, don’t form hard man about it. Nothing weak in seemingly telling someone you love something you think you need to.
  • Never hesitate to let her know how you feel. Oh! she just said something you didn’t like, don’t bottle it, she needs to know what it is you dint like, not telling her isn’t gonna help matters.
  • She’s always right. You have to be ready to be the one apologizing all the time, even when you shouldn’t. You have to make her feel alright and in charge whenever she’s around you that way she develops a security around you. Never ever argue with her, don’t even imagine it, you’ll always end up on the losing side.
  • Love her. Adore her. Love her. Ain’t nothing like been with the woman you love. Love really trumps all the other nitty gritties. Love does. Even when your back is against the wall, keep loving.
  • She won’t tell you. But whenever a need arises, make do to settle it especially when you have the resources to do so.
  • Love isn’t enough. There is no doubting that fact you genuinely love her, yes you do but you need more than love to make it work. You need firm decisions, you need someone you submit too, submission is key. Love is just one facet out of many things you need for a relationship to work.

Apply these things and soon you’d be seeing the boo these days with tons of guys and it wouldn’t get you worried, you wouldn’t even take it for a pinch of salt. Your love for her is there. Her actions don’t affect it. You’d love her not because she pays more attention to you, not because she calls you sweet name but simply because she is who she is. Nothing more, nothing less.

 

Stay True!

 

Miracle Roch.

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Romantic Love

Ok, let’s talk about a little romance. A little kissing, a little touching, a little talking, a little this, a little that. Should we talk about someone that’s been introduced to these things lately and has been grappling with them? Someone who doesn’t know where to draw the line, doesn’t even know if there’s any line at all. Should we in our usual way, try to talk about this situation without giving hard and fast rules?
How about we talk about how far you should go when you’re in a relationship with someone you really love and who loves you back. The fact that you both love yourselves, should that be a criteria to go all the way?
If we continue this way, we may end up not talking about anything at all but that wouldn’t hinder this page from being full. I think we should talk about romance, we should talk about love from the perspective of a Christian. Why is there so much fuss generated whenever a Christian is involved in some lovey-dovey? Why are people quick to judge whenever a Christian goes out with another?
So romance they say is an addiction, they say you should fall in love first then romance naturally comes into play. They tell you to find a good Christian girl when it’s time to marry but they never tell you to find a good Christian girl when it’s time to fall in love. Your heart just follows the tide and most often than not, because you haven’t fallen in love with a “good Christian girl”, you find a reason to break up with whom you actually love and begin the search for a good Christian girl. Good luck with that search as you’d need it.
You know sometimes I feel God utmost desire is for us His children to become romantically involved with the opposite sex, for us to be in love with the opposite sex. That’s probably part of the reason why he had to create Eve for Adam. Eve wasn’t just a helper, Eve was someone Adam could channel some inborn drive towards, that’s why most of the love gestures should come from the male. It’s inborn. By channelling this inborn drive towards a woman, towards Eve, Adam begins to really discover what it is about God that has made Him go all through all he has just for us. But then I feel God looks down, he sees how blinded his children have been about the concept of love and shakes his head. Love is a beautiful thing, yes, I mean that kinda love that makes your heart skip a beat, that kind that makes you want to spend your last dime on her, that kind that makes you think about her all the time, which makes you want to be with her all the time. Brother, it’s not a sin, it’s not wrong either to feel these things long before marriage. By feeling like this and learning to channel these feelings rightly, you begin to know more of God. This is no fallacy, take note. These feelings aren’t worth wasting just 5 minutes of adrenalin rush into sex, these feelings are worth more precious time, these feelings are worth more, these feelings make you do things that will leave an impact, these feelings are magical, these feelings are inexplicable.
You love somebody and you’re really sure it’s love? Boy make that first move, let her know, there’s nothing wrong in telling her you don’t even know what to do next, there’s nothing wrong in telling her you were nervous about making your feelings known, there’s nothing wrong in telling her how she makes you feel. Nothing absolutely wrong. Let the feelings flow, let the romance begin and see how you react to it, see how you battle with your being, see how loves overtakes you, see how love turns you into a motivational speaker, see how it turns you into a better man, be prepared to also see it bring out the beast in you but then calmly controls that beast to unleash the angel inherent in you too. It could go sour if you don’t channel that romance into the right tunnel, it could go wrong if it wasn’t love at first but if it was love…love never goes wrong, love never does wrong, love never “nevers”.
Love someone from the opposite sex, you’ll feel good, you’ll discover new things, you’ll get to understand love better. Love is so powerful that it can make you do things you wouldn’t ordinarily do.
I’m not resting my case yet.

Stay True!

Miracle Roch
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She didn’t break my heart; I did!

DISCLAIMER

This piece is wholly fictional. Just one I played out with myself as the villain. None of these happened, I just loved the concept of having one’s heart broken by one’s self and decided to turn it into a prose. You know most times we are really in love with someone and we waste time letting the person know how we feel about them, this story was constructed in a way that ensures it relates with everyone. Don’t waste time, love is a beautiful thing, when done the right way. Read and don’t enjoy.

 

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Ok, I ran to my laptop almost immediately. My heart was about to tear into shreds. I hope by the time I would have finished writing this, I would have gotten myself together.

FLASH BACK

I’ve been in love with some girl for over two years now. The first time I saw her, I liked her and I walked up to her, collected her number without making my intentions known (because I really didn’t know what the said intentions were at that point). Somewhere along the line, we became platonic (zoned maybe) friends without any single thing (not even a pin) attached. Then she had to leave to another state because of school. I didn’t see her again…until she had to leave that school and come join my school (her father is a professor in my school so I guess it was logical to switch over). Then we crossed paths again, there was the momentary exchange of pleasantries, I think we saw one more time this time she was in the company of a friend then I saw her again one afternoon. I walked her home, we passed her house and we kept talking…it took a whole lot of nerves to keep my emotions in check. But thankfully, I did. She started recanting her experiences during her one year away, and she mentioned having a boyfriend (my emotions unchecked itself) then breaking up with him (emotions checked) and staying on her own. At that point, I really didn’t harbour any intentions of dating her (she was more than a calendar to me) so we just kept being friends, we kept seeing and kept talking and my conviction was strengthened. As the days passed by, I was convinced she was the one, as the weeks passed by my heart kept longing for her, it was becoming strong. I still didn’t want to date her but I hadn’t told her how I felt about her. She had given me a clue the other day about how she was happy I was in her life (albeit as a friend, call it the friendzone although she didn’t mention the “friend” part *insert sad face smiley*) but I hadn’t told her what I felt. The reason was because, one, I felt it could lead us into a relationship and I didn’t think I had the time a relationship would require, two, I wasn’t sure of what the effect of that would look like. So I decided to just keep being friends with her and see what the climax would look like. That was the plan until I came across a different school of thought that said it was wrong to like a girl and not let her know. So I set out to let her know how I felt, now take note, I’m a “ladies’ man” (not that Bradley Cooper kinda) just the normal man aligned to the ladies so I don’t have a problem talking to ladies. There’s no lady in this world that I can’t walk up to (now that’s a bold statement) so I was surprised to find out that I was grappling with nerves. Why was I so nervous at the thought that I was about to make my (honest) feelings known. Ok, I was able to finally sort out the nerves; no big deal.

PRESENT

I called her, the intent was just to have a pure conversation and I was shocked. First, she stuttered while she picked the call, like she was engrossed in something, secondly, I heard a guy’s voice in the background, how could this be? She just told me she was in her room, ain’t no way a guy gonna come in there! Just as the call was about to end, I think she got tickled and I heard the guy’s voice again. I ended the call, dejected, heartbroken and forlorn.

I had just experienced a heartbreak from someone who doesn’t even know she’s broken someone’s heart. Why did I waste time? What makes this so painful is that, she must have felt I wasn’t ready ad I didn’t respond to any of the signals she sent.

I had just experienced a heartbreak…one inflicted by me upon me and no other. Pitiable.

I just pray these things are only playing out in my head and not real, I’m seriously praying the guy’s voice came from a TV set, or that it was a girl having a thick voice. Because it would mean, she also lied to me and that would make me wipe away that angelic soul I had always seen behind her smile and then I would have to start all over again. I don’t want to.

Lord, I really love this girl and you know I do, you also know she would say yes, if I ask her out meaning you have opened the door. I’m not ready to lose her, not now, not in the near future. Heal my broken heart.

 

Stay True!

 

Miracle Roch.

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What Did He Choose?

Ok, so there’s a young chap who has just met someone who is slowly beginning to look like she’s the “love of his life” and as you’d expect, the young chap is happy. So they decide to meet on a random day and as you’d expect, this young man is excited about this meeting. There’s probably something this pretty angel’s face does to him so he longs to behold it all the time if that were possible. He didn’t even think twice about it, he cancelled all his plans for that day, nothing was gonna be worth more than a time with the one who makes him feel some type of way. So he sets off, goes with a book he plans to read while waiting, as you’d expect, he was there way before time. An hour, no one shows up, the lover boy tries so hard to concentrate on his book, no way. So he decides to examine his life, who the hell is the girl that’s making me feel this way. What’s it about her that has won me completely over. He tries to find an answer, searches deep but finds nothing. Well, that was the answer he was looking for, love as it were isn’t explainable, and you can’t explain that of feeling, if he had gotten an answer then something must have gone wrong. Love is magical, not decipherable.
So, this young man has stayed for like 3 hours and he trying so hard not to lose his patience, ah! This girl doesn’t see me as priority o, this girl doesn’t love me as much, the devil slowly beginning to bring all those kinda thoughts into his heart, he remembers a girl who wanted to see him today who he had told he wasn’t gonna be available. He thinks about telling the girl to come around, something in him says no! He considers going to see another one of them, something in him again say no!! So what could the problem be, I’m just trying to make sure my day isn’t wasted, what’s wrong in seeing someone else, the young man desperately battles with his mind, no there was no leeway? So he decides to try something different. He sits down on a chair, sees how blessed he is to have such an angel in his life, how he was totally undeserving of this chance. But the young man isn’t used to being stood up, on the other hand, he stands lots of girls up. And here’s one making him look so inept. One making him look so clumsy. That was another confirmation he needed to confirm this was truly love.
So he was done, he was convinced she was the one. Now was time to show he was the man here, so he makes up his mind not to reply her message for the whole of that day, he wasn’t going to talk to her till the next day, he was going to tell her to her face; “I want to be priority baby, I love you, yes I do but don’t ever treat me that way again pls”, he was even going to say more. The young lad finally decides to get up and go back home after like over 4 hours, on his way home, he receives a message from this girl, and funny enough, all his resistance is broken. He did not even consider whether to reply or not, he replied immediately, so all that resolution to be a “hard man” all out the window?! You’d be so surprised, the young lad that was walking home dejected suddenly turned into a man beaming with smiles as he made his way home all because of a message from her. He gets home looking very happy and thankful, Lord! He couldn’t believe his luck. One of the reasons why he hadn’t been in a relationship for some time was because he didn’t want to love the wrong person and see how the good Lord has sent the PERFECT person his way! You have no idea how happy that young man is feeling right now after what looked to have been a bad day. I can’t even explain and write how he feels because I don’t even know but mere looking at him, I can sense he’s in cloud nine! This is just the beginning, how would it pan out? You bet the Lord’s hand is on it so…
You see how what would have looked like a textbook bad day, a day when he was stood up turned out to be one of the best days of his life, one where he confirmed his affection, one where he confirmed he was into the real deal. Maybe I and you can learn from this young man, did we go through something bad and just because we are feeling unhappy, we have allowed our emotions override our actions. Always see that silver lining in every cloud just like this young man, as for me; I will.

Stay True!

Miracle Roch.

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Cherished

Congrats to Emanuel Lee Lambert Jr…he was the inspiration behind this post!
I dedicate this post to all happily married fellas; this is how love should be! For married couples that may be having problems…

I don’t see nobody else…
I don’t want nobody else…
I don’t wanne be by myself…
You are Cherished…

I love you for who you are…
Even though I left some scars…
Let’s fly off to Mars…
You are cherished…

I know I hurt you…
I don’t deserve you…
I recall the day I approached you…
I was killing it…
I recall the passion…
I was mesmerized…

You inspired me to aspire…
I’m in my right mind…
I want you ro be my lifeline…
Through the pains…
I realize my gains…
I love you…
Our love will last forever…
Cherished!