MEDIOCRITY

MEDIOCRITY; knows nothing higher than itself, but talents instantly recognise the genius.

This life is not up to us; but it is left for us to decide how best we can live it, play well live well and survive best. To all WARRIORS out there please HANG on

Starting the year was so funny and cranky for someone of extreme high irritation and moodiness; the first week of January came with its own package; humm ! !! !!! What a month with 62 days.

The weather was so bright and the chilly parts of harmattan have started in the busy world of Lagos. Gradually, everything is getting dried up speedily;

Just then the thought of Ramadan approaching came curling up my mind.

Yah Allah may this blessed month meet us in good piece and make us among those who will witness its greatness; those were my inner prayers. Suddenly, the immense feeling of irritation and the urge of being cranky sets in, could it be the weather?

Still racking my brain wondering what could be the reason for this sudden change of mood in me; not knowing what else to do, I funnily positioned myself like a baby whose intestines were missing.

Urgghhh, what a CODE RED! !! !!! This is one of the reason i hated being a woman; must i have to bear the pain that comes with nature of being a woman? I said to myself, it can’t be help; we try again.

What a memorable weekend to deal with cramps and breakup; just as usual I either gets dumped or ghosted. It understandable that this not the time to reminisce on spilled milk however i had to embrace myself because the week is full of legal battle; do i mentioned the fact that my profession was one of the reason i got dumped. “ he said and I quote; you guys are trained not to accept defeat but me as a man I cant be with another man, western education has brainwashed you into thinking be outspoken and confidence is reasonable and allowed for a common lady like you”

A man who believes women are just to enjoy the goodies of life; but not allowed to understand your pain as a man; that WEAKNESS.

On the contrary; i was and am being trained to be my man support system; we are designed in a way to comfort and be in shoulder pad during rough times, after all it for better for worst for all i care; you can say am outdated and old fashioned but to me that how it will and will always works. Men are human too; i never wanted a mastery and slavery affairs rather i want a companionship relationship.

WAS THERE ANY ATTACHMENT OR EMOTIONS FROM THE BEGINING?

Emotions are earned and gained speedily just as how they are lost ijn a twinkle of an eye;

Loosing ones feelings is another level of unreversed and unamendable issue for me. Once the feeling deflates; nothing else makes meaning to me even to his very existence so i tends to back off once a feeling is gradually fading away even from the other party; it absolutely worth nothing to fight for;

Just like a broken mug, it can’t be fixed or its scar can’t be forgotten it forever diminish it beauty and question its very existence;

The moment i realized i was just a tool to heal or an option considered for a reason of sympathy was when the eagerness, spark and the tingling sensation faded away even without me knowing; i guess it all started the moment we started relating like a mere friends.

So quick to judge my person and quick to compare me with his past; a confused human being tied to his very past.

Loving me is full of epistle and drama; what compliments like insult have ever gotten from him; at this point i beg to drop my pen and walk away without second thought, because thinking about it again is a waste of effort