tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37648011952889805722024-03-14T03:08:41.130-07:00Chronicles of a girl in search of loveThe experiences of a young girl trying to win in the game of love.Aphroditehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16983253460302538514noreply@blogger.comBlogger57125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3764801195288980572.post-68679335842433099572009-12-14T03:37:00.000-08:002009-12-14T04:31:56.213-08:00STUCK AT D STATION.Had a depressing weekend.<div><br /></div><div>Right from Saturday when Bobo Nice handed me that card...<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">his traditional wedding card</span> , I haven't been able to shake off this feeling....this feeling of being left behind.</div><div><br /></div><div>Of cos, I smiled and gushed about how happy I was for him but deep down, I felt an ache.</div><div><br /></div><div>Don't get me wrong, I never wanted to marry him and it's not like am regretting not saying yes to his proposal. NO.</div><div><br /></div><div>Just that well...i just feel...I don't know how to explain this sad feeling!</div><div><br /></div><div>To worsen things he told me he was travelling this weekend to attend the wedding of a mutual friend of ours.</div><div><br /></div><div>It was't just the fact that I wasn't invited to the wedding that saddened me...</div><div><br /></div><div>It just feels like the train has left me behind.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">SANTA, I ONLY WANT ONE THING!</span></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><i>Okay...okay...I know it's not the best comeback post but pls bear with me people. Will be back soon hopefully.</i></span></span></div>Aphroditehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16983253460302538514noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3764801195288980572.post-8576162583386804172009-08-25T06:59:00.000-07:002009-08-25T08:25:34.234-07:00Bobo Nice, O & Mr. Holland UpdateHow una dey my peeps?<div>Me I just dey bubble like champagne o!</div><div><br /></div><div>Nice anon & Madam Verastic wanted to know about Bobo Nice & Mr. Holland so here's the update:</div><div><br /></div><div>Bobo Nice & I are still cool though there hasnt been any talk of relationship much less marriage between us since last year when he sat me down and proposed for the umpteenth time.</div><div>Sadly, I turned him down. I felt really bad for him but there was nothing I could do. My head dey scatter for O dat time sef :).</div><div>I told him I was in love with someone else and couldnt be with him. He took it badly sha and since then stopped calling as frequently as before. I guess the bobo was trying to forget me so I helped him out by not bothering him too.</div><div><br /></div><div>This year, we've seen a couple of times and spoken too tho like i said earlier, it hasnt been as frequent as before. His birthday was yesterday and I called to wish him a happy birthday. We used to celebrate our birthdays together since they are only a few days apart(mine is Sept 2nd so start getting ur pressies ready o...).</div><div>We usually have a birthday dinner or hang out at the beach or go see a movie and we would definitely exchange gifts. Well,this year, I wasnt expecting anything of the sort seeing as we haven't been very close of late so u can imagine my surprise when i asked him how he was celebrating and he replied " <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><i>As usual now...i'll come by to see you this weekend so we'll plan it"</i></span>. I said fine, no wahala..</div><div><br /></div><div>Anyway, he still thinks i'm still with O and I dont intend to correct that impression. Truth is, I still don't feel he is the man I want to spend my life with.<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">(sorry Bobo Nice Fans)</span></i></div><div><br /></div><div>Talking about O, the guy called me some weeks back o! Telling me how he misses me and wants us to be back together. Me thinks he isn't serious and just wants to find out if I still got the hots for him. He sent me this text a few days ago:</div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">"I miss you, what wouldnt I do for one kiss....ok...ok...I know I ask for too much but at least a great, big, warm hug will do for starters" </span></i></div><div><br /></div><div>Imagine the cheek!</div><div>Devil go solder im yansh!,lol...(pardon my french).</div><div>I no kuku reply the maga jare.</div><div><br /></div><div>And to even show that he is still as inconsistent as ever, he hasn't even called since the last time. talk about a leopard never changing his spots.</div><div><br /></div><div>Back to better people jare, </div><div>Mr. holland and I have been getting on quite well o. In fact since I decided to stop harassing the poor guy on the phone(I used to be very rude yet it didnt put him off), I have actually discovered that he has a good sense of humour as in he cracks me up a lot with the silly stuff he says at times.</div><div><br /></div><div>He is actually coming into the country to see me in a two weeks time. Yes to see moi!</div><div>Okay I admit, I hoodwinked him into coming :)</div><div>He had told me that he planned his leave for December so he could spend Xmas in Naija. Well, yours sincerely told him that maybe he would also be attending my wedding when he came cos by Xmas, I may just be settling down.</div><div>Guess what, dude called me a couple of days later to say he was going to take week off work to come down to Naija to see me so come second week in September, I'm going to meet him.</div><div>According to him, once I see him, i'll never let him go. make we dey watch now...</div><div><br /></div><div>So far, he has quite some pluses going for him.</div><div>I have totally pissed him off several times deliberately to see his reaction and yes he had gotten really angry and sometimes vented but always calls back to apologise and say <i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">"Lets talk about it"</span></i> unlike some people I used to know :0</div><div><br /></div><div>...and then, not forgetting that he has the ability to make me laugh too.</div><div><br /></div><div>Oh and did I mention he is from my villa? That is sure to please my folks,lol...</div><div><br /></div><div>No, I dont love him yet o, let's wait till he comes to see if the sparks will fly by then.</div><div><br /></div><div>Got plenty to yarn but lets save some of the tory for later, aight?</div><div><br /></div><div>Love u all...</div><div><br /></div><div>Aphro</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Aphroditehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16983253460302538514noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3764801195288980572.post-12609336907290894802009-08-12T01:30:00.000-07:002009-08-12T02:05:27.749-07:00THE EVIL THAT MEN DO....I met him a couple of months ago.<div>Handsome, Suave, Good dresser<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#006600;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">(you all know how i heart this!</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">)</span></span></i>, Funny, Caring, Godfearing <i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#006600;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">(I thought)</span></span></i> and a lot more...</div><div>I should have seen the red sign blinking, I mean one couldn't be that perfect yet unsnagged by all this Lagos Chicks wey their eye dey red<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#006600;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">(I follow o!</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">)</span></span></i>,lol...</div><div><br /></div><div>I was wary though...</div><div>Coming from where I was with O and all...</div><div>I wasn't ready to commit my emotions to another guy just yet.</div><div>Despite his insistence that I let him in, I fastened the door to my heart and buried the key.</div><div><br /></div><div>And just when I thought, maybe this guy was for real and decided to open up the door ajar. It turns out he was just a <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">PRETENDER</span>-a wolf in sheep clothing!</div><div><br /></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Somebody please tell me, are there still good guys out there?????!!!! </span></i></div><div><br /></div><div>I can't believe that all the time, he was pleading with me: <i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">"Give me a chance baby to prove myself. I want something serious with you...Girl, I'm in LOVE with you...bla bla bla"...</span></i></div><div><br /></div><div>...this dude was very very <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">MARRIED!</span></div><div><br /></div><div>When I heard it from E, I thought she was joking until I saw the wedding website and pictures. </div><div>It was a mega Shock for me....I mean, stuff like this was only supposed to happen in the movies and books and to make it worse, he had only just been married three months!!!</div><div><br /></div><div>What was his agenda?</div><div><br /></div><div>To get me to love him back, jump into his bed<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#006600;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">(I almost did o...yes he was the guy from last post)</span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> and then what??</span></div><div><br /></div><div>Some guys are just bastards!</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#006600;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">P.S: He has been calling, begging me to allow him explain. Explain what abeg??!! I just pity im wife.</span></span></div>Aphroditehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16983253460302538514noreply@blogger.com35tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3764801195288980572.post-14941150358681710872009-07-28T02:41:00.000-07:002009-07-28T02:53:50.350-07:00Sensibly Horny,lol...<p class="MsoNormal">His lips on my breast ignited passions long forgotten.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">As his hand wandered downwards, I knew what was coming</p> <p class="MsoNormal">A part of me wanted to stop him for sensible reasons…</p> <p class="MsoNormal">another wanted the pleasure to go on forever,</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">“Come on girl, it’s been a while!”</span></i> my naughty mind urged.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">Uuuuhh….aaahhhh…..stroke me…yea….like dat…yea…</span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal">The sound of his zipper brought me back to earth. Hmmm... did I really want to go this far yet?</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Oh but I REALLY, TRULY want this!</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">I pulled his head up from my breast.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">“Where is the Condom?”</span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#006600;">“I don’t have any”</span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">“ Whaaaaaaaaaaaat???!!! So what’s </span></i><st1:city st="on"><st1:place st="on"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">ur</span></i></st1:place></st1:city><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"> plan? You want to do without?</span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#006600;">“Come on baby, it don’t matter, I won’t come inside of you…</span></i>” he pleaded.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">“Dude! Who is talking about coming? You aint ever heard of AIDS???” </span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#006600;">“Come on babe, I'm clean…pleaseeeeeeeeeeeeeee”</span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">“Please ke? Okay so u are clean, do you know if I am? Abeg bros e no do me like dat!” </span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"> </span></i></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: normal; ">I went to bed horny as hell.</span></span></i></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">But I guess it’s better than risking my life for a few minutes of pleasure.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><i>Missed u all...</i></p><p class="MsoNormal"><i>Aphro</i></p>Aphroditehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16983253460302538514noreply@blogger.com29tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3764801195288980572.post-14132035500515029452009-06-03T03:04:00.000-07:002009-06-03T03:38:51.483-07:00Lunch + Room =????Been away too long, right?<br />Really ...really sorry for abandoning my peeps like dat.<br />I could say that I've ben busy as hell...<br />or that I travelled for an official assignment.<br />But that would be a lie...<br />I have come here, lots of times with so much to write about, yet there was no zeal to put down anything.<br />I have been at your blogs, yes all ur blogs!<br />Read all the gists but left as silently as I came.<br />Dont ask me why cos I dont know...<br />Just had this silly reluctance to show my presence,lol...<br /><br /><br />Today, I said, warrahelll!<br />I'm gonna put something down on this blog whether the devil likes it or not,lol...<br /><br />Got nothing much to say tho....<br />I've been okay, work's been good, Family's fine. Nothings's happened in my love life yet. Not that the toasters aint coming but am not ready to commit my heart to just any guy anymore especially after what happened with O.<br />I'm gonna take my time...no rush.<br /><br />I just got a text from one of my clients now. It read:<br /><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">" Hi, Aphro, Is ABC Hotel okay for lunch? Should I book a room so that we can have a good chat? We can order Room service, if you dont mind. Pls reply."</span></em><br /><br />My reply was: <em><span style="color:#003300;">"ABC is okay. No need booking a room, we can chat conveniently at the restaurant. Thank you." </span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#003300;"></span></em><br />Shouuuuuuu!!!<br /><br />My people, see me see wahala o...<br /><br />You wan carry me go lunch, wetin concern booking room inside that one now? Abi no be extra something this one dey find?lol...<br /><br />Okay lemme explain,<br /><br />This guy is married. He has been my client for more than 3 years now so we are kinda very friendly as in chat on a personal level some times.<br />He offered to take me to lunch sometime last year and since then I have been non commital.<br /><br />Well, yesterday after a meeting I had with him. I accepted his offer for lunch.<br />I was especially feeling very grateful to him cos I had gone to apologise for something that happened on a job he gave my company to handle. It was my fault and I had to fix it, my boss had emphasized.<br />Luckily for me, he(client) graciously accepted the apology but again raised the issue of lunch which I agreed to.<br /><br />Now this text message...<br /><br />Men! Men!!!<br /><br />Why do they do this...all the time???<br /><br />But wait o...am I thinking too far? Maybe it's just an innocent request?<br /><br />Ur take guys?Aphroditehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16983253460302538514noreply@blogger.com32tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3764801195288980572.post-25383304987272947622009-04-02T03:37:00.000-07:002009-04-02T04:39:36.951-07:00Still smoking like fire!!!!While at work yesterday, my cousin called to say she was dropping by...<br />She's starting her biz and wanted some PR ideas...<br /><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">"You look good!"</span></em> she exclaimed when she came.<br /><em><span style="color:#3333ff;">"Thanks"</span></em> I replied, taking a sweeping look at myself.<br />Just a black shirt on a black & white skirt. What's the big deal, I thought.<br />Took an excuse from Mr. Boss...<br />Then we headed to a nearby eatery for a hearty meal and some discussion.<br /><br />Meal...nice<br />Discussion...going well...<br />Waiter calls me out to move my car cos someone needed to leave.<br />On my way back in...<br /><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">"Excuse me Ma'am"</span></em> It was the waiter.<br /><span style="color:#3366ff;"><em>"Yes?"</em></span> I turned to him.<br />Handing a Business card to me...<br /><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">"A customer asked me to give this to you"</span></em><br />Quick glance at the card. It read ...bla bla bla Motors....M.D...<br /><em><span style="color:#3366ff;">"Which Customer?"</span></em> I queried.<br /><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">"He has left. He tried to get your attention but couldnt so he asked me to give you this so you can call him"</span></em><br /><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;">*Na so dem dey call?*(in my head)</span></em><br /><br />Got back to the table.<br />Dropped Card in front of my cousin.<br />Eye brows raised, <em><span style="color:#ff0000;">"What's this?"</span></em> she asked<br /><span style="color:#3333ff;">"The new style of toasting"</span><br />We both laughed.<br /><br />Still eating and ideas flowing...<br />I glanced to the table on my left.<br />This dude was staring...as in really STARING at me.<br />Looked away...<br />Looked again...<br />He mouthed the words<span style="color:#ff0000;"> "Y-O-U L-O-O-K B-E-A-U-T-I-F-U-L"</span><br />I looked away, pretending I didnt get the message.<br /><br />Mid-discussion with cousin, dude butts in.<br /><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">"Sorry, but are you a wedding planner?"</span></em> <em><span style="font-size:85%;">No dude, am not Oluwadee,lol... (In my head)</span></em><br />He was looking at me.<br />Cousin looks irritated.<br />I look amused. Actually I was amused.<br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><em>What a line...</em></span><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;">"No I' m not"</span> smiling, I turn my attention back to Coz.<br /><br />I was describing something to her,<br />She was listening attentively<br />He was staring stupidly,lol....<br /><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">"You know, you will do very well as a marketer in a bank" </span></em><br />It was the guy again,<br />Cousin was irritated again,<br />I was amused, yet again.<br /><br /><em><span style="color:#3333ff;">"I am in marketing, but I dont work in a bank" </span></em><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"><em>"Can I get your card?"</em></span><br />Split-second thinking...<br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;">It wont hurt...</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;">He may even be a new business prospect...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#3333ff;">"Okay"</span></em> I handed over my Biz card.<br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"><em>"I'll call you"</em></span> he said as he got up to leave.<br /><br />I turn to cousin.<br />Now, she looks amused.<br /><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">"Babe, you haven't lost it sha...you still smoking like fire!!"</span></em><br /><br />*Smug Smile*<br /><br /><em><span style="color:#3333ff;">"Oh yes I am! Too bad for those who can't see it..."</span></em>Aphroditehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16983253460302538514noreply@blogger.com47tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3764801195288980572.post-61787994431882750072009-03-23T08:35:00.001-07:002009-03-23T09:05:14.738-07:00Pain...Guys...<br />My heart just broke as in literally shatter to pieces.<br />I thought it was already broken and I was trying to put the pieces back together...<br />I thought the worst was over and it could never get any more painful or worse...<br />But the pain I feel right now is even worse than the one I felt before.<br />The ache I feel in my heart is so real...<br />So real, I can almost touch it.<br /><br />I didnt know he still had the power to hurt me like this.<br />Was it that somewhere in my heart, I still hoped...<br />or maybe somehow I still cared even when I told myself otherwise?<br /><br />Why then did that little phrase I just saw on his FB page affect me so?<br />Why did I feel like the world was pulled off from under my feet when I read it?<br />I wont lie...<br />My eyes stung from trying to hold back the tears.<br />My heart beat increased from anxiety...<br /><br />It was only a short phrase...<br />a short phrase on his FB page...<br />a short phrase that hurt me and broke my heart all over again...<br />A short phrase that said...<br /><em><span style="color:#ff0000;"> "In a relationship"</span></em><br /><br />Of course, I didnt expect him to live a hermit's life.<br />I even suspected it was another woman all along...<br />but it still came as a shock(don't know why)<br /><br />I confess<br />I secretly hoped...<br />Prayed...<br />That he was pining away...<br />missing me terribly...<br /><br />Lol...<br />A silly wish, I know<br /><br />But guys...<br /><br />He used to profess undying love to me...<br /><br />We made all those crazy plans for our future together...<br /><br />Its only natural that I feel this way, right?<br /><br />You know that part that hurts the most?<br /><br />All through the months we dated, he never put it up there<br />on Facebook that he was in a relationship.<br /><br />Maybe I should just take him off my FB friends list.<br /><br />What do y'all feel? <div> </div><div>:(</div><div>:( :(</div>Aphroditehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16983253460302538514noreply@blogger.com61tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3764801195288980572.post-20671240880592794752009-03-16T09:23:00.000-07:002009-03-16T09:30:51.330-07:00Standards or Limitations??Hey guys!<br /><br />What’s good?<br /><br />Happy new week to you all...<br /><br />Not much have been going on in my Love life o...<br /><br />Okay except for my suitor from Holland. Yea the one I spoke about in my last post. The one whose English is not Kosher(like Afrobabe puts it,lol…)<br /><br />Let's call him Mr.Holland from now on...<br /><br />He hasn’t relented in calling me and sending text messages despite my unfriendly attitude at times.<br /><br />My younger sister even called me <span style="color:#ff0000;">‘Harsh’</span> once when I told him matter-of-factly on the phone:<br /><br /><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">“I can’t marry you cos you don’t have a University education…”</span></em><br /><br />He wasn’t fazed by my statement anyway and replied:<br /><em><span style="color:#330033;"><br />“But I can always get a University education. In fact I have plans to…”</span></em><br /><br />The guy seems determined sha…<br /><br />Anyway...<br /><br />My love horoscope reading today says:<br /><br /><em><span style="color:#006600;">“You’re a true delicacy and if others can't see that, they don't deserve you. So stop selling yourself short. Your rare qualities are a fantastic match for someone who adores you. Hooking up just to hook up is truly a waste of your time right now”<br /></span><br /></em>It amazes me how right on point these readings can be at times.<br /><br />Here I was beginning to think maybe I should take it easy with Mr. Holland and give him a chance after all,<br /><br />Now this reading don put ‘comma’ inside o…<br /><br />Now people what do you think this means?<br /><br />That I shouldn’t lower my standards just because I want to get married?<br /><br />Talking about standards…<br /><br />Why do we limit ourselves with these standards sef?<br /><br />:)<br />Be back shortly…Aphroditehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16983253460302538514noreply@blogger.com26tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3764801195288980572.post-36277629022569015632009-03-13T01:33:00.000-07:002009-03-13T01:41:51.444-07:00Ese o...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipC-pb9InvstViSng875QpERdZ1YbdurZj6iW03pEpSRjx8I2hDp2n9-dGJ8ZybpjLeUmsc3cMJ_4bsRFxqCAcHTiNkH5FPSiYohwjoX7WtajpyEkuLmwGvgJpgk8NO7Zfq81TlU2WdU4a/s1600-h/Nominee_button.png"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312587985095408466" style="WIDTH: 209px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 52px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipC-pb9InvstViSng875QpERdZ1YbdurZj6iW03pEpSRjx8I2hDp2n9-dGJ8ZybpjLeUmsc3cMJ_4bsRFxqCAcHTiNkH5FPSiYohwjoX7WtajpyEkuLmwGvgJpgk8NO7Zfq81TlU2WdU4a/s320/Nominee_button.png" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><p> </p><p>OMG!</p><p>I have been so out of touch in blogville.</p><p>Sorry my people o...flenty flenty tins to do like Musa my maiguard says,lol...</p><p>Logged into the naija Bloggers Award page this morning only to find that I was nominated for an award- <span style="color:#ff0000;">Best Personal Blog.</span></p><p>I just wanted to say Ese o..., Daalu nu o... Thank you o...to everyone who nominated my blog. </p><p>I never expected to get a nomination seeing as there are so many lovely, interesting Naija blogs out there.</p><p>Even if i no win, my belle dey full with happiness.</p><p>But wait o...make una go complete wetin una start o...</p><p>Won't be bad to win the award, dont you think?</p><p>Then we'll all have a very merry party :) :)</p><p> </p><p>Catch ya...</p><p> </p>Aphroditehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16983253460302538514noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3764801195288980572.post-86095264422484685052009-02-19T04:12:00.000-08:002009-02-19T04:30:16.504-08:00The dream, the Vision and the Suitors...Last night, I got a text from a secondary school friend. She is getting married this weekend and had gotten my number from another friend of ours so she sent me an invite to her wedding.<br />In the text she had included her wedding website so this morning, I decided to check it out.<br />Their's was a sweet love story. As I browsed through the website I kept telling God in my heart<em><span style="color:#ff0000;">-“Father this is what I want, this is what I want…”<br /></span></em>Their love story inspired me and almost made me believe that someday even I will find love.<br /><br />Now to the main koko of the my gist today,<br /><br />A few days back, I got a call from a strange number. It was an international call from Holland.<br />I picked up. The caller was strange too but he knew my name cos he went:<br /><em><span style="color:#006600;">“Hello, am I speaking to Aphro?”</span></em><br />I replied in the affirmative and he went on to introduce himself.<br />He was from my town, had gotten my number from my cousin, blab la bla…<br />I instantly knew what was up.<br />Someone had been doing some matchmaking!<br /><br />Fast forward to days later.<br />I have learnt more about the guy cos he has been calling everyday and we chatted a few times online.<br />Some stuff i have learnt...<br />He isn’t bad looking (seen his webcam)<br />He works in a transport company in Holland.<br />He seems honest (He told me he works as a transport officer aka Driver. Many guys will not do this. They’d rather form and feed you lies. Trust me, am talking from experience)<br />But wait for this…<br />Bobo dey ‘tagbon’ well well for im English o! meaning am not too impressed with his spoken English especially with the fact that I happen to have an excellent grasp of the language.<br />Na that last one spoil the whole matter.lol…<br />One thing I appreciate in the opposite sex is a man with eloquence. A man who speaks well. A man whom I wont be too embarrassed to introduce to my friends for fear of him ‘disgracing’ me,lol…<br />No, he doesn’t have to speak phonetics and all, he just needs to know his tenses and not make statements like<span style="color:#ff0000;"><em>-“ I wented to work this morrrin”<br /></em></span>LOL….<br />Okay he is not that bad sha but am not impressed with what I have heard coming from his mouth so far.<br /><br />However, the kain dream wey I dream last night don put me for <em><span style="color:#ff0000;">‘Gbagharia’</span></em> (Confusion).<br /><br />In the dream, I was with my parents and some relations and somehow we were talking about a suitor who was asking for my hand in marriage.<br />I had told them that I wasn’t interested in the man cos he wasn’t my type.<br />My mum then replied that it was okay. If he wasn’t my type, someone better will come along.<br />Next thing, someone in the meeting(cant remember which of my aunts it was) shouted:<br /><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">“Haaaa…don’t say that o. Don’t you know that this is spiritual. She will keep finding faults with everyman that comes her way and in the end, she’ll never marry. Let her stop finding fault and marry this man before it is too late o!”<br /></span></em><br />I woke up at that point and spent sometime thinking about that dream before sleep came again.<br />Since morning, I have been thinking about this dream. I havnt even been able to properly concentrate on my work all day.<br /><br />I recalled something a friend once told me when we were in the university.<br />She was one of the “born again’ ones then in school but we had a good rapport.<br />One day, she approached me and told me about a dream/vision she had about me.<br />According to her, in the dream, she had seen me with so many suitors coming around, yet I rejected each one and it was revealed to her that I had a marine husband that was determined that I’d never get married in real life. He was the one who was always making me find one fault or the other in my suitors and even if I love someone, something will come between us to break the relationship.She went further to tell me that I may end up being unmarried if I didn’t go for deliverance and reject the spiritual husband.<br /><br />Anyway, I did go for deliverance then and rejected the <em>‘so called’</em> spiritual husband but that incident had stayed with me ever since.<br /><br />To be honest, I have had more than my fair share of suitors. More than your average girl.<br />In fact, I started having suitors since I was 17years.<br />Many of my cousins and friends always tell me that they are surprised I am still single till date. Everyone thought I’d be married with a brood of kids by now .<br /><br /><br />I still have some suitors hanging around, begging me to accept them.<br /><br />There is K who hasn’t given up all these while even after all the shabby treatment I have given him.<br />There is Bobo Nice who is still hoping against hope.<br />There is this new guy who seems quite serious.<br /><br />Now what is my problem?<br />Why can’t I accept one of them and take the plunge?<br />What is it I am looking for?<br />Why do I seem to find faults here and there?<br /><br />And to worsen matters, the man I finally met and loved decided he didn’t want to be with me.<br /><br />Na wa…<br />Am I under a curse?<br />Do I have a spiritual husband for real?<br /><br />What do u think guys?<br />Help a sister out,plzzzzzzzzzz...Aphroditehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16983253460302538514noreply@blogger.com48tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3764801195288980572.post-9028570982222315072009-02-11T07:46:00.000-08:002009-02-11T08:01:26.558-08:00I still search...In a couple of days, It will be St.Valentine's day.<br /><br />Sadly I am one of those who are not looking forward to it.<br /><br />I wish I could go to bed on the 13th and wake up to the 15th. It's silly yea, but that's how i feel.<br /><br />This is not the way I hoped things would turn out.<br /><br />This is not the love-life I ordered.<br /><br />I dreamt of celebrating Val's day with the one I loved-the one I would have willingly given up everything for.<br /><br />But sadly, it is not going to be.<br /><br />It's all good though...<br /><br />I'm still alive and that counts for something, right?<br /><br />As long as there is life, there is hope...<br /><br />If not this year, then next year...<br /><br />I wont give up in my search for lasting love.<br /><br />I still search...<br /><br /><br />PS: To all of you my darling friends, happy Vals day in advance.Aphroditehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16983253460302538514noreply@blogger.com32tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3764801195288980572.post-15162063660708842172009-01-15T03:59:00.000-08:002009-01-15T04:50:46.697-08:00REWINDI logged into my blog this morning to find a whole lot of comments.<br /><br />Thanks peeps. I know you all got my back but somehow it seems as if my last post generated a lot of furore.<br />Apparently <em><span style="color:#ff0000;">‘Submission’</span></em> is a very controversial/sensitive issue for many people/couples.<br />After reading all your opinions, I think its only fair to voice out exactly what I feel about a woman submitting to her husband/boyfriend in a relationship.<br />I believe it’s not just plain this & that or black and white.<br />One has to apply a lot of wisdom and caution to matters of the heart. I also agree with <a href="http://just-saying-my-mind.blogspot.com/">princesa</a> that there can’t be two captains in a ship. One person has to defer to the other.<br /><br /><br />The bible tells us that it’s the woman’s duty to defer to her husband but who says a woman can’t steer the ship for, instance? Some times a man out of LOVE can decide to let his wife/girlfriend’s decision prevail. It doesn’t mean he has let go of his position as the head of the home. It only means that he is mature enough to know that they are in the ship together and have equal stakes as individuals.<br />I think it all boils down to the big word-LOVE. If a man loves his wife thoroughly, submission won’t be an issue cos it will come naturally to the woman. It’s simple!<br /><br />That's just my opinion. Feel free to disagree. Check out <a href="http://bimboorogun.blogspot.com/">this blog </a>too. She has something interesting to say on the issue of submission between couples.<br /><br /><a href="http://shotmusinz.blogspot.com/">FFF,</a> you wanted to write about this issue too. Go ahead dear as long as no names are mentioned.<br /><br />Moving on, I want to apologise for just hitting you guys with that previous post without giving you some background gist first which was why <a href="http://laughter-laughter.blogspot.com/">Laughter</a> was asking if I was the one who initiated the meeting with O’s mum.<br /><br />Anyway, I have decided to put up this post that I had typed before the last one. I wasn’t able to post it then and somehow, events just overtook each other.<br /><br />I must warn you tho, it’s in my usual fashion, very looooong! lol…You might want to grab some popcorn and coke first ;) Oh well, just read on.<br /><br />I look forward to reading ur comments meanwhile I’ll be at ur spots sooner that you know…<br />Kisses…<br /><br /><strong><u><span style="color:#ff0000;">THE POST THAT SHOULD HAVE COME BEFORE</span></u></strong><br /><br /><br />Hey guys!<br />I’m sorry if it seemed as if I had gone AWOL on you all.<br />First of all, let me say a very big Happy New year to everyone.<br />HhhhaaaappppyyyyyyNnnneewwwyyyeeeaaarrrr!!!!!<br />Hmmmmmphhh…*catching back my breath*<br />May 2009 be a year of fulfillment for all of us, Amen.<br /><br />A lot’s been happening to me just that I haven’t had time to blog for a while. Been busy rounding up 2008, work and all…<br /><br />Now I have a lil’ bit time, I guess I’ll just update you all on the happenings.<br /><br />No I haven’t found a new love yet although there have been prospects just that they weren’t my type.<br /><br />One of them was a cousin of a friend who is based in the U.S but returned to the country for the Xmas hols. I had gone to visit this friend on Xmas day, okay it was more like I had gone to eat Xmas rice at her place,lol…I hadn’t bothered to cook cos I was home alone(everyone had traveled to the Village for Xmas) and my friend had invited me to have lunch at hers so off I went.<br />Got there, ate and was busy chatting with her when this cousin of hers walked into the sitting room.<br />Her younger sister exclaimed:<br /><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">“Aha! Aphro, have you met my fine cousin?”<br /></span></em>I turned to look at the new comer.<br />He was fine all right but not my type of fine. For one, he was too light and looked like he used bleaching creams. That was number one minus. I didn’t want to be dragging cream in the house with my man,lol…don’t mind me ;)<br /><br />I passed by him in the hallway as I was leaving their house and said goodbye but dude pulled me back and started asking for my details(name & number). I didn’t like the way he went about it but I didn’t want to embarrass him in front of my friend so I acquiesced and gave him the info he sought. His approach was number 2 minus for him tho.<br /><br />Now, he is back in the U.S and has called me twice already but I don’t see any potential hook-up with him sha.<br /><br />Maybe I’m still hung on O.<br />Scratch that, I am still hung up on him.<br />Yea, I know some of you might want to give me a slap right now,lol….<br />But the truth is that I still love him too much for my own good.<br />The temptation to call him has been really strong since this new year especially after my visit to Uncle E’s place on the 1st.<br /><br />I had gone to visit Uncle E after I saw him at a family function and he had insisted I come by. He was alone with his wife at home when I went. All his kids were grown up now and were either married or on their own.<br /><br />We had a nice time, gisting and all…Uncle E had always been fun to hang with. He has this very youthful disposition to life and always refers to himself as a <em>‘small boy’,</em>lol…<br />His wife is also very warm so I was enjoying my time with them until talk about ‘O’ came up.<br />Remember his wife is O’s aunt. Refer to this post <a href="http://aphroditessearch.blogspot.com/2008/07/party-and-pleasant-surprise.html">here.</a><br /><br />So somehow the talk drifted to O. I think it was when uncle started complaining about his youngest son who worked in a bank and how he never had time for himself cos he was always working. He had even worked on Xmas day!<br />Then he said <em><span style="color:#ff0000;">“It’s the same thing O’s mum is complaining about him. He is always working even on weekends, It’s too bad what these banks are doing to our young ones”<br /></span></em><br />I agreed with him but also remarked that in O’s case, I seriously doubt if it was only the bank job that was keeping him busy.<br /><br />Uncle laughed and retorted <em><span style="color:#003300;">“What else then? Okay and you too!”</span></em> His wife joined in the laughter. I had to defend myself. <em><span style="color:#ff0000;">“Me? Noooo! He hardly even has time for me. In fact to tell you guys the truth we are no more together”</span></em><br /><br />Of course, they were curious to know the whole story so I had to tell them. His aunt(uncle E’s wife) kept insisting that there was no other girl and it was his work at the bank that was keeping him always busy. Uncle was of the opinion that he wouldn’t vouch for him cos he was a young man and anything was possible.<br /><br />Uncle E’s wife also mentioned that she had spoken to him a few days back and enquired about me. According to her he didn’t say anything to suggest that we had broken up. I only replied that maybe he didn’t want them to know.<br /><br />They however said they were going to call him to hear his own side of the matter despite my insisting that it wasn’t necessary and I didn’t want him (O) to feel as if I came to report to them so that they could talk to him.<br /><br />Later that same evening, when I was at home. Guess who called?<br />O’s mum.<br />She had called to wish me a happy new year and then she asked the question again:<br /><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">“What is happening, why haven’t we been seeing you?”<br /></span></em>I tried to dodge the question by saying it was nothing.<br />Then she said <em><span style="color:#ff0000;">“I want to see you. Can you come by the house sometime?”<br /></span></em>I answered <em><span style="color:#003300;">“Okay ma</span></em>”<br /><br />I have been thinking whether to go see her or not. Maybe Uncle E’s wife had talked to her. I don’t want O to start feeling important or anything like that. His ego is already big enough but I also don’t want to appear disrespectful to O’s mum.<br /><br />What do u guys think?<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />More gist...<br /><br /><br />Ehen…O and I had a long midnight conversation last night.<br />It all started with a text he sent that read thus:<br /><br /><br /><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">“I’m listening to your boy Chris Brown singing our song-‘With you’ and am hearing the song in your voice. Why did you change and plunge us into this state of existence? Why Aphro?”</span></em><br /><br />I didn’t quite understand him so I sent a reply:<br /><em><span style="color:#003300;">“Me, plunge us into this state? It was you who decided you had had enough of the relationship and stayed away. I only left you alone to lick my wounds in private. Am not surprised tho, it’s always my fault when things go wrong”<br /></span></em><br />He replied:<br /><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">“Nne m, its not like that. I have my faults too. U just don’t strike me as making enough effort to meet me halfway on issues. If I didn’t come to you, why didn’t you attempt to come to me?”</span></em><br /><br />My reply:<br /><em><span style="color:#003300;">U talk about meeting you halfway when you didn’t even take a step? Maybe am old fashioned but I still believe a man should make the first move and the woman will follow”<br /></span></em><br />Him:<br /><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">“Remember when u would come see me on ur way out of the office. I always felt so happy seeing you. Was that old fashioned?<br /></span></em><br />Me:<br /><em><span style="color:#003300;">"That should tell you, I would do much more only if I felt that u cared for me. I stopped coming when I stopped feeling loved. U stopped caring and treated me like trash”<br /></span></em><br />He:<br /><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">“It would be a Herculean task to stop caring about you, if not impossible”<br /></span></em><br />I was tired of the back and forth texting so I called him. It was midnight and already <em>‘Free calls time’.<br /></em>We talked for quite some time. Mostly about how we ended up where we were. For him, it was our regular quarrels over silly stuffs that made him stay away. I still held my opinion that if he loved me he wouldn’t give up on the relationship but try to work things out.<br />I cant really recall all we talked about that night but I remember getting pissed at some things he said. Like when he said:<br /><br /><br /><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">“Aphro, if we come back together, I’m going to have to be hard on you. I think I spoilt you and let you get away with some things. You are stubborn and I admit, I am too but we can’t keep struggling for supremacy in this relationship. It’s not possible”</span><br /></em><br />I wanted to take him up on that statement but realized that things were still delicate at that point and I didn’t want to worsen the situation so I pretended I didn’t hear him.<br /><br />We didn’t come to any conclusion that night cos his phone battery went dead and we couldn’t continue talking.<br /><br />That was two days before the meeting at his mother’s.<br /><br />Now, I don’t really know what the situation is…if we are back together or not.<br />We’ve been communicating but there is still a lot of underlying issues that we need to thrash.<br />A guy pal said to me yesterday:<br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"><em>“Aphro, you really love this guy so you just need to accept him the way he is and learn how to follow him so you guys won’t be having any more quarrels”</em><br /></span><br />I agree I love him but does this mean I have to sentence myself to a life of unhappiness?<br /><br /><br /><br />I deserve to be loved the way I want. I deserve it!Aphroditehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16983253460302538514noreply@blogger.com33tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3764801195288980572.post-12548501452107922632009-01-13T02:02:00.000-08:002009-01-13T02:12:50.829-08:00To comply or not...So his mum called us for a meeting last Sunday.<br /><br />Just me, him and her.<br /><br />And she pointed out where we had both gone wrong<br /><br />So we both said <em><span style="color:#ff0000;">“I’m sorry”</span></em> to each other<br /><br />And promised to put the past behind us.<br /><br />Obviously she loves me and wants me for a daughter-in-law<br /><br />But her son’s got to love me too, innit?<br /><br />She played all those childish games:<br /><br /><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">“Oya Aphro, go and sit on his laps…” “O, you go and hug her…”</span></em><br /><br />And even though I found it all funny<br /><br />The bitter taste of rejection and hurt lingers on in my mouth.<br /><br />It’s not as easy as she made it seem<br /><br />We still got a lot of issues to resolve<br /><br />Like our silly quarrels over nothing<br /><br />He also gave a condition…<br /><br /><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">“We can't both be captains in this relationship, Aphro. You’ve got to be the woman and let me be the man”</span></em><br /><br />His mum concurred <em><span style="color:#003300;">“My dear, you have to be submissive. I was too to my husband and he loved me until his death”<br /></span></em><br />I agree, a woman should be submissive but do I have to lose my sense of self.<br /><br />Do I have to agree to all he says even when I don’t feel like?<br /><br />Can’t I even voice my own views without him thinking am trying to dominate him?<br /><br />I have always had a strong personality…never been the meek type.<br /><br />Why do I have to be someone else now?<br /><br />I always thought, love should accept you the way you are and not try to change you.<br /><br />It’s up to you, he said.<br /><br />Comply or Forget me.<br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">HAPPY NEW YEAR MY DARLINGS!</span>Aphroditehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16983253460302538514noreply@blogger.com46tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3764801195288980572.post-82915709645253838942008-12-11T04:45:00.000-08:002008-12-11T05:03:58.103-08:00Dogs, Text messages & Mixed VibesLiving with Dogs have taught me one thing.<br />They are very greedy and selfish.<br />A dog may not want something but would rather hold on to it that let another person/dog have it.<br />If it’s a bone, that one na another matter,lol…<br /><br />I just realized that O is acting like the typical Dog.<br /><br />Bobo no want me again, I mean he showed me all the signs- Not calling, Not replying messages, Not picking his calls, always too busy to find time for me and all.<br /><br />He even confirmed it(See last post)<br />He was staying away cos we’ve been having too many issues of late(his own words).<br /><br />So what was I expected to do.<br />Stay put and let another man rub shit in my face?<br /><br />No way!<br /><br />I decided to move on.<br /><br />I spoke to an older friend(yea, the same older friend I normally talk to) who is very experienced in love matters.<br /><br />His advice was that I should send him a text of Finality.<br />A text that would show him that I was moving on.<br /><br />According to him(my friend) his response will determine the next course of action.<br /><br />I argued. <em><span style="color:#ff0000;">“I don’t want to send any text… He wouldn’t even reply the text”<br /></span></em><br />In response, my friend said:<br /><em><span style="color:#330033;">“Aphro dear, if he doesn’t bother to reply the text then please, I beg you….PLEASE forget the guy, he doesn’t deserve you. Cut every tie between the both of you and move on. The man who will appreciate you will come.”</span></em><br /><br />I finally agreed to send the text.<br /><br /><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">“We don’t have to be strangers just because we are no more in a relationship. My prayer for you is that you find someone to love and who will love you the way you always wanted. Bye.”<br /></span></em><br />Surprisingly, he replied immediately.<br /><br /><em><span style="color:#003300;">“We need to talk. Will find time during the week to come by. Is that okay?”<br /></span></em><br />I replied: <em><span style="color:#ff0000;">“It’s okay”</span><br /></em><br /><br />During the week, he called me one evening on my way home from work to say he was about to leave the office to my place. I wasn’t home yet and it would still be an hour or so before I got home so I told him not to bother coming cos I was still far from home.<br /><br />He said <em>Fine. Tomorrow then?</em><br /><br /><em>Okay</em>. I replied.<br /><br />He went on.<br /><em><span style="color:#003300;">“So why haven’t you called all this while?”</span></em><br /><br />I was surprised at the question.<br /><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">“Call? Have you forgotten that you normally ignore my calls?”</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#003300;">“Aphro, I would never ignore your calls baby…”<br /></span><span style="color:#ff0000;">“Ha ha ha, that’s really funny, I cant believe you are saying that. Anyway, lets not argue. We’ll talk when we see”<br /></span></em><br />The next day, I was missing him so I sent a text.<br /><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">“How are you? Miss me?”</span><br /></em><br />His reply came in immediately.<br /><em><span style="color:#003300;">“Am doing okay dear. Do you miss me?”<br /></span></em><br />I replied.<br /><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">“I asked you a question and you replied with the same question”</span></em><br /><br />His reply:<br /><em><span style="color:#003300;">“I have been thinking about you everyday Aphro. I began to call other peeps your name. You mean so much to me. I didn’t mean to stay away, just dat I don’t wanna cos you more pain”<br /></span></em><br />My reply:<br /><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">“I really cant understand how staying away is supposed to make things better. A relationship can only succeed if the two people involved work at it equally. Sometimes I feel that you are not ready for serious commitment. That can only be the explanation for your actions.”<br /></span></em><br />His reply:<br /><em><span style="color:#003300;">“It’s not that dear. I am ready to settle down but at times you seem like someone else to me and we both become stubborn and misunderstand each other. I stay away cos I am confused”<br /></span></em><br />Me:<br /><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">“You say we both become stubborn, right? You know how we women get at times, you are the man, you should know how to calm me down and let me understand you”</span></em><br /><br />Him:<br /><em><span style="color:#003300;">“Yes, That is what u have decided and the feelings I have for you are noble enough for me to do the right thing and calm you down when the troubles begin to rage between us”<br /></span></em><br />Me:<br /><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">“You decided that? Who gave you that advice? Anyway we'll see later. am leaving for home now.”<br /></span></em><br />That was the text banter we had.<br /><br />I was supposed to see him last week but he didn’t show up.<br /><br />I put it down to his been very busy at work and reasoned, the weekend was coming and there was the sallah hols on Monday & Tuesday so no matter how bad it was, he would be able to make out time during those four days to see me for the talk we were supposed to have.<br /><br />Saturday came and went.<br />No word from him.<br />Sunday too.<br /><br />Monday evening, I sent a text.<br /><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">“I thought we were meant to see but unfortunately, you are too busy even on public hols. Hope you enjoyed urself today”<br /></span></em><br />He replied:<br /><em><span style="color:#003300;">“Sugar, I didn’t enjoy myself o! I was at the office all day. My pathetic story with my bank continues. Will try to come by tomorrow if I can”<br /></span></em><br />Yeah right! I thought. I wasn’t buying that spending all day in the bank shit!<br /><br />On Tuesday, I was determined not to stay at home waiting for his call so I went out with a girl pal of mine. We had fun and I was able to forget about him for a while until I got home.<br />Around 8pm, I couldn’t resist the temptation to call to find out if he was still coming.<br />The phone rang for a while and then cut off. He didn’t answer.<br /><br />I slept off that night with my phone beside my pillow thinking he would call.<br /><br />The next morning, I saw his text message.<br /><em><span style="color:#003300;">“Hi angel, sorry I missed your call. Was meant to come over but didn’t finish at the office till about 10pm. I could have still come down to your place but I knew it would be too late for you to come out of your house”<br /></span></em><br /><br />I didn’t bother to reply it.<br />Jerk! What stopped him from calling back when he saw my missed call?!<br /><br /><br />I had started to gradually condition my mind to forgetting him finally.<br />I was really suceeding at it o cos I realized that I wasn’t thinking of him as much as I used to.<br />I admit, his not calling all these while kinda made things easier.<br /><br />Only to get this text last nite:<br /><em><span style="color:#003300;">“Listening to some of the love songs you used to sing to me and remembering how we fell in love, thinking of your beautiful face and our first tender moments. I miss you.”</span></em><br /><br />Now it’s obvious, this guy is playing some serious game with me.<br />He doesn’t have the right to toy with my emotions this way.<br />He no want…He want…<br />Which one I go take?<br /><br />He had better be clear as to what he wants cos I don’t want to be the bone in this dog's paw no longer...<br /><br />I see that fine mongrel eyeing me,lol....<br /><br /><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">Katch ya guys!</span></em>Aphroditehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16983253460302538514noreply@blogger.com49tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3764801195288980572.post-82274080019743234472008-11-29T02:13:00.000-08:002008-11-29T02:50:37.735-08:00I called...Okay so I just called him now.<br /><br />Yea, I know I said I wasn’t going to call again.<br /><br />But guys, plzzzzzz don’t be too quick to crucify me.<br /><br />I had to do it.<br /><br />I don’t even know why.<br /><br />I just know I had to call.<br /><br />Maybe I was seeking some sort of explanation or closure…<br /><br />Not sure which one it was<br /><br />I know for sure, I wanted answers<br /><br />I wanted to know where things stood.<br /><br />I mean, relationships don’t just end like this…<br /><br />One minute, you guys are good together,<br /><br />The next everything is in disarray and it's like someone pulled the mat from under your feet and you are hanging in the air.<br /><br />He left me hanging…<br /><br />And I didn’t want that.<br /><br />I needed closure. I needed to know that we were done.<br /><br />I needed to hear it from his lips.<br /><br /><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">“Aphrodite, this relationship is over”</span></em><br /><br />So I called.<br />He picked up at second ring.<br /><br /><em><span style="color:#333300;">"Hello"</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">“Hi”</span></em><br />I tried to sound as nonchalant as possible. There is no way I was going to let show in my voice, how broken I was.<br /><br />Well, after some small talk,<br />I went straight to the reason why I called.<br /><br /><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">“So you chose to dump me and are not man enough to tell me?”</span><br /></em><br />His reply:<br /><em><span style="color:#333300;">“Is that what you want?”</span></em><br /><br />I understood the game he was playing. Sly guy.<br /><br /><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">“It’s not about what I want, after all your actions these past weeks have shown me that you are no more interested in the relationship. How else do you explaining not picking my calls, replying my text messages. You won’t call even when you see my missed calls. How do you want me to interprete that?<br /></span></em><br />To cut the story short.<br /><br />His explanation was that we had been having a lot of quarrels recently and he just felt that he wasn’t adding any value to the relationship and he decided to just stay away since he was always making me unhappy.<br /><br />What an excuse!<br /><br /><em>What was this guy going on about??<br />Didn’t all relationships have one problem or the other? Are couples not supposed to work out their issues?<br />In his own case, he doesn’t want to try to work things out rather he feels the best thing to do is to cut me off??</em><br /><br /><br />Gratefully, the line cut off. I didn’t call back. There was no point.<br /><br />Did I get the answer I sought?<br /><br />I don’t know.<br /><br /><br /><br />* Saw his missed calls later on my phone. He probably called when I wasn't with the phone and No, i didnt call back.<br /><br />On the side.<br />I just want to mention this to clear those who feel that O’s mum may have something to do with his behaviour.<br /><br /><br />Some days back. I just felt this urge to call her. O’s Mum , I mean.<br />The phone rang for a while but she didn’t pick.<br />I didn’t call back.<br /><br />Later, I was sleeping when my phone woke me up. I glanced at the clock. It was a minute to midnight.<br />I picked up the phone and it was his mum calling. I pressed the green button but the line went off before I could answer so I called her back.<br />Our convo went something like this<br /><br /><em>Her: Hello…<br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">Me: Hello ma<br /></span>Her: Hello my dear. How are you? I saw your missed call on my phone.<br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">Me: Yes mummy. I called you earlier but you didn’t pick up.</span><br />Her: Yes I left my phone at home then. Where have you been? I haven’t seen you in a long while.<br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">Me: I have been around.</span><br />Her: You know today is my birthday (It was past 12 midnight by now)<br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">Me: Oh yea? I didn’t know o! Let me be the first to wish you a happy birthday. Happy birthday to you ma and I wish you God’s blessings.</span><br />Her: Thank you my dear. May God grant you all your heart desires.<br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">Me: Amen.<br /></span>Her: O is upstairs o! You want to talk to him? Should I call him?<br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">Me: Noooooo! No ma. There is no need for that. Enjoy your birthday. Good night ma.</span><br />Her: Okay my dear. Good night.</em>Aphroditehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16983253460302538514noreply@blogger.com51tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3764801195288980572.post-10852052277419018032008-11-20T07:00:00.000-08:002008-11-20T07:07:40.284-08:00I won't be a 'Clinger'Thanks guys for all the love and concern you showed me when I was at my lowest. You guys are more like family than online friends. Everyday I thank God I started this blog, how would I have met all you wonderful peeps?<br /><br />I am doing great, better than I ever thought I would. I still miss him-O, plenty but what can a girl do? A popular proverb in Igbo says <span style="color:#ff0000;"><em>“Person wey dem reject no dey reject imself”.</em></span> I am trying to take my mind off him by burying my head in work (These days the piling desk is very welcome). And this weekend I'm going to register in the gym.<br /><br />It’s all about me as from now on!<br /><br />I have never been a <span style="color:#ff0000;">‘Clinger’</span> my whole life. By ‘Clinger’, I mean the person who tries to cling on to a loved one even when all the signs are there that he/she is not wanted. I have always believed that ‘Clinging’ is only postponing the ‘hangday’. If a partner is no longer interested in a relationship, he/she may take pity on you cos of your desperado moves(begging and clinging) but I assure you, it is only a matter of time before the insults start coming and you finally get dumped flat on your ass or probably you finally <span style="color:#ff0000;">‘wisened’</span> up and packed your ‘kaya’ out of the toxic relationship.<br /><br />Even in my early days of relationships, I have never subscribed to the idea of ‘Clinging’. In fact, many of my friends know that I have always maintained the principle of <span style="color:#ff0000;">‘Leave before he breaks your heart’</span>. Once you see the signs-He doesn’t call as he used to, he is always busy… he doesn’t answer when you call, he doesn't return your call or reply your messages….Girl plzzzzzzzzzz remove your slippers and start running. That guy is no more interested. He has probably found someone else and doesn’t know how to tell you. Let him go.<br /><br />I almost became a ‘Clinger’.<br />I almost became the woman I never wanted to be.<br />I called, I texted, I called some more and texted some more too<br />Almost lost a sense of who I was because of a man…<br /><br />Then it was like cold water poured on a sleeping man.<br />It hit me like a jolt.<br />I was becoming the <span style="color:#ff0000;">‘Clinger’<br /></span>I had to stop and think…<br />I came here, blogged…<br />And you guys came through for me<br />You all gave me the wake up call I needed.<br />the strength I needed to let go.<br /><br />I haven’t called for 8 days now.<br />I haven’t sent a text for 5 days now.<br />I have no intention of doing any of the above<br />I have decided to move on...<br />He doesn’t deserve an ounce of me<br />I will find my man, my love…<br />I believe it now<br />After that dream I had some nights ago…<br />I know it will happen<br />I believe it.Aphroditehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16983253460302538514noreply@blogger.com46tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3764801195288980572.post-21302805719814271892008-11-14T05:56:00.000-08:002008-11-14T06:03:22.208-08:00Depressed...(Heavy sigh)Hmmph…<br /><br />What do you do when the man you love so deeply doesn’t give a hoot about your feelings?<br /><br />I know…<br /><br />Forget him.<br /><br />But why is it so hard to do?<br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#006600;">What do you do when your every waking thought is just about this guy and he obviously isn’t sparing you any thought?<br /><br />I know…<br /><br />Let go and let him be.<br /><br />But it just seems impossible.<br /></span><br /><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">What do you do when he doesn’t call, doesn’t pick up when you do, doesn’t call back and doesn’t even reply ur text messages?<br /><br />I know…<br /><br />Have some pride and don’t call too, he obviously doesn’t want to hear your voice which is why he hasn’t called.<br /><br />But it’s taking all my will power restraining myself from calling him.</span><br /><br /><br />He says he cares…<br /><br />But is this how to show it?<br /><br />By giving me the cold shoulder?<br /><br />Oh love! LOVE!!<br /><br />I searched for you…<br /><br />Found you…<br /><br />But you don’t want to stay with me…<br /><br />Don’t I deserve you?<br /><br />Don’t I deserve to be happy and bask in the love of someone I desire?<br /><br />If you leave me, Love…<br /><br />I just might let you be and search no more.<br /><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">PS: Sorry for the long silence. Just been too depressed to write anything that won’t be gloomy and I didn’t want to spread the sadness too.<br />I hope I can come back here soon to give you guys the real gist as usual.<br />Love you all.</span></strong>Aphroditehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16983253460302538514noreply@blogger.com45tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3764801195288980572.post-13857320469932617262008-10-03T02:13:00.000-07:002008-10-03T02:44:47.886-07:00A Post in Two parts.<em><span style="color:#ff0000;">*Very Very long post alert* Read at ur own discretion,lol...</span></em><br /><br />Sorry guys for not putting up this post earlier. Just been caught up with so many other stuffs. I haven’t been very happy too. Yea, O is the cause, who else? Fineboy agbero, oya gloat all you want, lol…<br /><br />Am sure most of you already know that we were blessed with a long holiday these past days. FIVE WHOLE DAYS to rest and play! It was meant to be a wonderful one. I made so many plans. Plans on how I and O would spend the holiday together, enjoying each others company. Something which we haven’t been able to do in a while cos of his crazy work schedule. He is always working, even most weekends so you see why I was very excited about the holidays especially as it coincided with their bank’s financial year end and he had promised me that we would have enough time to spend with each other.<br /><br />Things didn’t go as planned. We had one of our worst lovers tiffs during the period and well, yea the hols turned out to be a sad, boring and depressing one for me. I don’t know how it was for him. I dont know If he was as miserable as I was, but then he stayed away so I guess he was comfortable with the situation.<br /><br />Why am I rambling?<br /><br />I am supposed to gist you guys how the meeting with Sister Prayer warrior on Friday went. Okay I better start with that gist first, will still get to I and O’s issues later.<br /><br />This post will be in two parts.<br /><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong><u>PART 1- MEETING WITH S.P</u></strong><br /></span>Friday morning, I didn’t go to work. I dressed up as decently as I could(Not that I don’t dress decently before o, just that I needed to polish up my good girl image,lol…). In my long gown, jacket and scarf, I drove down to Sister Prayer’s place. Incidentally, She lived in my vicinity so it was more like a 5mins drive.<br />My friend had told me she starts to see people from 9a.m so I wanted to get there on time cos I assumed there were going to lots of people there(you all know how our Naija peeps love prophecy and miracles) and I didn’t want to be the last on the line.<br /><br />I got to Sister Prayer’s house at about five mins to Nine. It was a nice looking compound with a big white house. It wasn’t the usual prayer house setting. She held her prayers and consultations with people in her living room. It was more like a group of close family friends having a tea party thing, u get? I discovered that it wasn’t a crowd affair. All through the time I was there up till when she finally saw me, there were only about 8 of us. Three I had met there when I came and four others who came later. I shouldn’t have worried about coming late and being last in line cos there was no line. I learnt from one of the ladies I met there that sister prayer didn’t start her office till 10a.m so I had to wait one extra hour after I got there. I soon drifted off to sleep while waiting. Don’t blame me, the cushion was plush,lol…<br /><br />From the look of her home, It was obvious Sister Prayer and her family were not hungry people. I remembered my friend telling me that she didn’t accept money or gifts from people. She always said that Jesus was providing for her family and she didn’t need anyone’s money. That helped to reduce my skepticism cos I was always wary of those prayer warriors that ask you to bring money for all sorts of things ranging from oil to candles and all what not. Some even tell you to pay for people who will fast for you if you cant do it urself, imagine!<br /><br />Back to my gist…<br /><br />At about 10a.m, Sister prayer(let’s call her S.P from now) came into the living room. She wasn’t as old as I had expected. She looked to be in her early forties. She greeted everyone and asked that we knelt down for prayers. Sorry, I didn t menton this earlier. S.P is catholic which was one reason I agreed to go see her. I am also catholic and I can tell you that in the catholic church, stuffs like prophets, visioners, prayer warriors are not that common. The church frowns at them not cos it is wrong or anything but because they believe that a lot of times, it is difficult to discern btw those who are working with the power of God and the fake ones who are working with the devil so before the church recognizes a person to be a prophet/prayer warrior they must have done a lot of investigations spiritually and otherwise to be sure he/she is working under the dictates of the holy spirit. I decided to go see S.P cos my friend also told me that the priests in my parish recognized her and were aware that she held prayers and counseling sessions in her home.<br /><br />After the prayers, she started to call people one after the other to a corner of the living room(the dining area) where she had set up a mini-office.<br />Soon enough, it got to my turn. After introducing myself, I explained the reason I was there. I was having a lot of suitors and I needed to know the will of God concerning my marriage. She smiled and spoke very softly(She had the softest voice). She talked about how first of all, I needed to amend my life and get closer to God in prayers. She asked about the last time I received communion which I must confess had been a long time <em><span style="color:#ff0000;">(Una no say aphro na big sinner now. Number 1 sin-FORNICATION,it’s a sin whether we like to admit it or not).<br /></span></em>We talked for a while. During the discussion, she made me see reason why I needed to go to confession and renew my relationship with God all over. She also gave me some prayers to say for a month after which I should come back to see her and by then she would have a message from God for me.<br />It wasn’t what I had expected. I mean, I had expected her to lay hands on me or something and start seeing visions or something but it wasn’t like that. It was more like a conversation with a friend. She made me feel very comfortable and after the session, my heart was made up that she was for real. I must add tho that while she was talking, I was wondering what to do with O cos if I go to confession, I couldn’t continue in the same sin. I couldn’t continue making love with him although am not sure if kissing and touchery is also out of the question.<br />Guys, I need your opinion on this. Am thinking, if he is really sincere, it shouldn’t be a problem, right?<br /><br />I haven’t started the prayers yet. I plan to go for confession this weekend then start the prayers afterwards.<br /><br />Okay, so that was how my meeting with S.P went.<br /><strong><u></u></strong><br /><strong><u><span style="color:#ff0000;">PART 2- HOLIDAY QUARREL</span></u></strong><br />O had told me some time past that his mum was eager to meet me and he wanted me to meet her on Sunday(last Sunday). I agreed.<br /><br />So Sunday morning, after church, He called to say he was coming to get me in the afternoon. I was apprehensive. What if she didn’t like me? What if I didn’t like her? He waved off my fears saying she loved me already and It was just a formality.<br /><br />So I got dressed up, looking like a cute, good girl in my white shirt and red top,lol…<br /><br />To cut long story short. The meeting with his mum went well. we hit it off rightaway. She regaled me with gists about O from when he was a kid. It was obvious she thought the world of her son. I laughed hard when she said <em>“My son is a hot cake o!”</em> I responded <em>“Mama, I am a hot cake too o…ask my mama”</em> All in all, it was a fun meeting. She brought out a bottle of wine and asked O to say a prayer over it. It was funny cos I didn’t know he could pray like dat. After the prayer, we shared the drink while listening to his mum's non-stop gists.<br /><br />O stylishly whispered in my ears that we had to leave cos his mum would go on and on if we let her. Hugs and bye-byes done, we left for the mall to see a movie.<br /><br />We didn’t do the movie again cos it was too late when we got there and I didn’t want to stay out too late. So we decided to do some window shopping in some of the stores there. While walking around the stores, I noticed O wasn’t looking bright and he wasn’t responding to me like before. I kept asking what was wrong with him and he kept saying <em>“nothing, I’m okay”.</em> It was soon obvious that he wasn’t okay and I kept badgering him to tell me what was wrong. After much pressure he told me he wasn’t feeling too well, he was feeling dizzy. I insisted we sit down somewhere so he could rest. After some time, I asked if he was feeling better and he said yes. It was getting late so we had to leave. I offered to drive us home even tho I don’t drive a manual car but he refused saying he could manage. As we walked to the car park, I noticed he kept wincing so I asked again how he was feeling. He didn’t reply. I kept asking but he wasn’t talking.<br /><br />On the drive back home, I asked again. He still didn’t talk, just kept wincing like he was in pain. Then I asked If there was anything I could do to make him feel better. He said No, and that just being there was enough. Seeing as he didn’t want to talk anymore I decided to keep quiet but in my heart I was feeling sad and miserable cos I didn’t like to see him like dat.<br /><br />At a point, during the drive he spoke:<br /><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">“Aphro, why are you sulking? Be yourself, sing, dance for me like you used to”<br /></span></em>But I wasn’t in the mood for singing and dancing so I replied <em><span style="color:#006600;">“I don’t feel like…”<br /></span></em>We didn’t talk to each other after that although I kept sneaking glances at him. He had stopped wincing and was beginning to look okay. I soon drifted off to sleep only to wake up when he drove into my close. I turned to look at him and he asked <em><span style="color:#ff0000;">“So have you finished sulking?”</span></em> I was like <em><span style="color:#006600;">“I wasn’t sulking, just felt that you didn’t want to talk so I kept quiet”<br /></span></em>Next he started talking about how uncaring I was and how I was supposed to know what to do to make him feel okay. I was like <em><span style="color:#006600;">"What did you expect me to do? You weren’t even talking to me. When I asked how you were feeling, you wouldn’t respond. I just assumed you wanted to be left alone"</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#006600;"></span></em><br />I don’t even know how it happened but next thing, he was screaming at me<em><span style="color:#ff0000;">“Stop it aphro, just stop it! I am fed up of this attitude of yours. It doesn’t always have to be about you everytime"</span></em>….I was shocked at his outburst. This wasn’t the first time he was making that statement about it being all about me always.<br /><em><span style="color:#006600;">“All about me? You keep saying this everytime when it is really you who makes it all about you everytime…”</span></em> I tried to stop the tears but they were already flowing. When he saw I was crying, he reached for my hands and stroked them while I cried on in silence. I finally pulled myself together and said quietly <em><span style="color:#006600;">“I should be going”.</span></em> He nodded and I got down from the car. No goodbyes, no kisses, nothing.<br />Maybe I shouldn’t have left that way but I felt hurt at what he had said. There I was trying to reach out to him, if possible bear some of his pain and he wasn’t responding to me. Maybe I shouldn’t have given up easily, maybe I should have tried another approach to make him feel better but one thing I know is I never make it all about me like he said.<br /><br />Later when I had calmed down, I sent him a text.<br /><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">“Hope you got home safe. Sorry for this evening. I really wished I could do some thing to lessen ur pain but sadly I couldn’t be for you what you wanted. I want ur happiness always but I may not be the girl for you. Loved meeting ur mum anyway, she is cool. Good night”<br /></span></em><br />His reply didn’t come until after I had slept. I saw his missed calls and text the next morning.<br /><em><span style="color:#006600;">“Nice touch about you not being the girl for me. It’s very amusing especially after just meeting my mum. Trying to tell me something?”<br /></span></em><br />Later that Monday he called on the phone. Our conversation went something like this:<br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"><em>O: How are you? Haven’t you been seeing my missed calls?</em></span><br /><em><span style="color:#006600;">Me: I have…</span></em><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"><em>O: So? You couldn’t call back or what?</em></span><br /><span style="color:#006600;"><em>Me: I didn’t have credit</em></span>(Lie)<br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"><em>O: Okay. So what did you mean by you not been the girl for me?<br /></em></span><em><span style="color:#006600;">Me: Just what I meant. That maybe we are not meant for each other. I have never been a quarrelling person but with you, its almost as if we are always quarrelling over the littlest things<br /></span><span style="color:#ff0000;">O: Oh yea? You know what Aphro? If that’s the way you see it, then do what you want.</span></em><br />The line went dead. He dropped the phone.<br />I couldn’t believe it. Did he just drop the phone on me? I wanted him to apologise for making me cry yesterday and here he was dropping the phone on me. I made up my mind, I wasn’t going to call him. If that’s the way the relationship would end, then so be it.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">Meeeen, this has got to be my longest post ever!</span></em><br /></span><br />To wrap up this gist, he didn’t call back. I didn’t call him too so the rest of Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday was spent with me wallowing in depression, resisting the temptation to call him and wishing he would call. I had to drag myself out on Wednesday to go see a movie although it wasn’t fun without him. I even sent him a text to wish him a happy independence day which he didn’t reply.<br /><br />Thursday morning, I finally called him. I was upset he hadn’t bothered to check on me or even reply my text. He couldn’t give any excuse and apologized for not replying or calling. Later he sent me a text:<br /><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">“Happy Independence day my love. This text is dated 01/10/08”<br /></span></em><br />Can you believe this guy?!!!<br /><br />Maybe I should just forget about this whole love business and settle with B.G, K or Bobo Nice.<br /><br />The stress is too much!<br /><br />Ur opinion guys?Aphroditehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16983253460302538514noreply@blogger.com53tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3764801195288980572.post-71951884642749119912008-09-25T05:32:00.000-07:002008-09-25T05:55:04.201-07:00Breakfast with B.G and Prayer warriors.This morning, I hooked up with B.G for breakfast. It had been a while(like 5 months) since we last saw. Yes, he called and sent texts regularly but anytime he tried to initiate a hook up, I always came up with some excuse or the other. I wanted him to understand that we were over and I was with someone else now but it was obvious that was a fact he wasn’t ready to accept.<br /><br />So why did I finally agree to do breakfast wit him today? I don’t even know myself. Just that I thought, what da heck? It was just breakfast right? But I was wrong. It wasn’t just breakfast for him. He wanted to talk. Talk about us. About why we broke up and how he wanted us to get back together.<br /><br />He looked good. Better than the last time I saw him. I had to compliment him on his look.<br /><br />Breakfast was okay and he had a lot to say. He really wants us to get back together. He can’t see himself with any other woman except me. He hasn’t been able to open up to any other woman since I left him. The last time he had sex was with me and so on.<br /><br />He wanted to know what the issues I had with him were so he could make amends and try to right the things that went wrong. How do I begin to tell a guy that I left him because he wasn’t a sharp dresser or his tee-shirts always had holes in them and his apartment lacked taste? Yea, I know, it sounds shallow abi? The truth is I probably didn’t love him cos if I did those things wouldn’t matter or would they?<br /><br />Well, after much prodding from him as to why I left him. I had to mention some of the things above like his dress sense, his lack of taste and all. I was surprised at his reaction. He actually agreed with me that those were enough reason for me to have left. He told me that he was already working on himself as I could see(I told you he was well dressed). Then he asked me: <em><span style="color:#ff0000;">“Aphro, if I got a better apartment, improved my dressing and got a new car. Do we still have a chance?”</span></em> I didn’t say a word but I thought about his question. Would I go back to him? i didn't think so. Why? Because I was in love with someone else, Simple!<br /><br />I didn’t say that to him though but am sure he understood what my silence meant cos he looked forlorn and disappointed. Then he went on:<br />“A new car, beautiful apartment, new clothes, all that would not mean anything to me if you are not there to share them with. You are the only woman whose compliment on my appearance matters to me. I want you to be the first woman to sit in my new car, I want to share the new apartment with you and you are the only woman I want to make love with on my new bed”<br />Na wa o!<br />This guy serious no be small. If only O can be as serious and in love as this, then I no get problem,lol...<br /><br />Anyway, we had to cut the breakfast short. I had to get back to the office, same with him too. However we had an understanding. I had no plan of ending my relationship to get back with him and my suggestion was that he should try to open up to other women cos life doesn’t start and end with Aphrodite. He didn’t agree with this though, cos for him, there is nothing to live for without me.<br /><br />It’s times like this that it hits me hard in the face. <strong>LIFE IS NOT FAIR!</strong><br /><br />On to something else.<br /><br />A friend visited me last Sunday. She just recently got married. So we were talking about stuff and as usual with young women, the topic drifted to marriage issues. We both agreed that it was important to pray very hard before one takes the plunge into marriage but then she took it a bit further. According to her, it is very good to consult with prayer warriors who will seek the face of God regarding the marriage and tell you whether to go ahead or not. She told me her own experience.<br /> She was supposed to get married about 3 years ago but before going ahead with the marriage plans, her mum went to this woman, a prayer warrior who prayed about it and told them not to go ahead cos he wasn’t her husband. She really liked the guy but decided to heed the woman’s advise. Today the guy is dead and she is very happy she didn’t marry him cos she would have been a widow by now.<br /><br />I asked if she went to the prayer woman before accepting her current husband’s marriage proposal and she said Yes and that the woman had said she should go ahead, that God was in support.<br /><br />Then she suggested that I see the woman because of all the guys coming for my hand (B.G, K, Bobo Nice and O) cos the person I want may not be the right one for me.<br /><br />I don’t know if I should go cos am thinking, what if the woman says its Bobo Nice or K that is my husband and that O is not the man for me? Will I leave O and marry Bobo Nice just cos someone said that was what God said?<br /><br />I no sure o.<br /><br />So my friend has arranged for me to meet with this woman tomorrow. She only sees people on Tuesdays and Fridays. I have even got my boss’s permission to miss work tomorrow but am still undecided.<br />Should I go?<br />What do u guys think?Aphroditehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16983253460302538514noreply@blogger.com30tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3764801195288980572.post-65992453951974408042008-09-18T04:36:00.000-07:002008-09-18T05:10:41.030-07:00I dont see myself kissing him...na reason?Hmmm…so I have been gone for a while. I am so sorry people. Had to make an emergency work-related trip but am back in Lasgidi now.<br />Princesa dearest, sorry I couldn’t make it to the SBR as promised. I hope I get to pick up my T-shirt really soon. Saw the pics, they were nice.<br />Nikki and Oluwadee, the vows have been exchanged now right? Wish you both a happy and blissful married life with the men you love. Very very soon we go join una, all the single babes/guys out there shout a big amen…AMEN!!!!<br /><br />Ehen...So besides work, what has been happening to Aphrodite? That’s the question right?<br /><br />Aphrodite has been good. Things with O have been pretty cool. <strong><span style="color:#990000;">Fineboyagbero</span></strong> sorry to disappoint you bro but it doesn’t look like I will come crying to you about O anytime soon if he keeps things up the way they are right now. He made me a promise to be more dedicated to our relationship. So far he has been trying sha. Giving me attention and all and you all know how much I crave attention,lol…<br /><br />X is totally out of my life now. I hope.<br />Doll, bumight, Flo, am sure you are happy to hear this cos you guys have really been on my case to Fashi him totally.<br />How did I finally get rid of him? Well, I didn’t really do anything o…he kinda got rid of himself by himself,lol…<br />So the last time I saw him was the day after my birthday.<br />On my birthday he had sent me a text to wish me happy birthday. He couldn’t even call. He sent me a text! I got tons of text that day even old pals from school that I hadn’t heard from in years sent me a text! So what was the big deal? I didn’t expect just a text from him. I expected that he would have called at least even if he couldn’t send a card, gift or a cake after all he’s been claiming to love me abi?<br /><br />Truth be told, he had visited me a few days before my birthday and brought up the Ghana trip issue. Remember I told you guys he had suggested taking me to Ghana for my birthday but I declined the offer. Going to Ghana with him would automatically mean that I had accepted him back cos we would have to share a room or something and you know now, something fit happen wey person no plan,lol…<br /><br />Anyway so that day he came around before my birthday, he brought up the Ghana trip issue again and I declined again. Then he said fine, so how are we going to spend my birthday as in where do I want him to take me to here in Lagos. I was like I didn’t want to go anywhere. I just wanted a quiet birthday. No celebrations, nothing. He kept pressuring and I kept insisting I didn’t want to go anywhere. Finally he gave up.<br /><br />But even though I had said I wanted a quiet birthday devoid of fanfare and all, does it stop him from sending a gift or cake now my people? That I didn’t want to celebrate didn’t mean I wasn’t going to accept gifts now. Anyway that was how he(X) didn’t even call on my birthday much less send a gift or try to see me. He merely sent a text.<br /><br />So I still had a grouse with him when he walked into my office a day after my birthday smiling one kain big smile like dat. There was a half-cut cake on my table. Bobo Nice had sent it on my birthday and I had shared part of the cake amongst my colleagues in the office. X opened the cake box and exclaimed: <em><span style="color:#006600;">“Hey! Cake…Nice!! So do we get a slice?”<br /></span></em>I looked at him. The bobo no dey shame sef, he want chop cake when he no even fit call me wish me happy birthday. No be only cake he go chop, na KAKE! Looking him straight in the eye, I said: <em><span style="color:#ff0000;">“So you want to eat the cake someone else sent? Which one did you bring along while coming abi you didn’t know my birthday was yesterday? Or you didn’t know that they use cake to celebrate birthdays?”</span></em><br />Harsh, I know. But I meant it to be.<br />The guy just stared at me speechless. He wasn’t expecting that from me.<br />After some moments, he replied: <em><span style="color:#006600;">“But you don’t even know if I brought something for you and it is in the car”</span></em> I was like <em><span style="color:#ff0000;">“Okay so if it is in the car, go and bring it now…”</span></em> He didn’t move an inch. I knew he hadn’t brought anything and was just trying to bluff.<br />Anyway, what I said to him touched him cos even when I offered him the cake, he refused to eat. Wetin be my own? Beg him to eat the cake? I no send anybody o!<br /><br />He later explained that he felt hurt when I refused his proposal to take me out on my birthday and he assumed that I had plans to spend my birthday with someone else which was why he didn’t bother calling or coming around. He was right sha cos I did spend my birthday with O but then I still don't think that was enough reason for him not to at least call.<br /><br />He stayed a while in my office and then left and since then I haven’t heard a word from him. He hasn’t called or dropped by. Me thinks he has finally advised himself. Good for him, if that’s the case. Yesterday as I was leaving for home in the evening, I saw him outside his office. I don’t know if he saw me and pretended not to but me I just did like I didn’t see him sha and went on my way.<br /><br />So that is all on X for now.<br /><br />On to Bobo Nice.<br />I told you guys he just got his own apartment abi? So last week he called me and begged that I help him get some stuff, you know house hold stuff and all that. He hasn’t got a girlfriend and couldn’t do it by him self. Being the good friend that I am now, I agreed to help him purchase the stuff so he sent the money across.<br />Last Saturday morning, I packed all the stuff I had bought down to his place. I was helping him set up his kitchen when his elder brother came in. We had met at the wedding of another brother of his some time back so he recognized me. We exchanged pleasantries and he went into the sitting room.<br />Later on while I was showing Bobo Nice how to operate some of the kitchen stuff, his brother joined us and was like I shouldn’t bother teaching Bobo Nice how to use the appliances, I should just pack my load and come and take my place in the house. We all laughed about it especially Bobo Nice. I wanted to say something like <em><span style="color:#ff0000;">“No o…its not my place o cos Bobo Nice is not my boyfriend or husband”</span></em> but I just decided to let things lie. From his comment tho, I could see that he (Bobo Nice’s brother) assumed that we were dating and to even worsen things, Bobo Nice kept calling me Baby in front of him. I didn’t know what he had told his bros about me but I made a mental note to discuss it with him later cos he was obviously giving the wrong impression. On impressions, it also occurred to me that anyone who walked in on us as I was busy arranging and setting up stuff in the house would automatically assume I was Bobo Nice’s girlfriend so maybe I was at fault too. Maybe I shouldnt have accepted to help him but it was too late to regret anyway.<br /><br />I didn’t get to talk about it with him cos I had to leave in a hurry and he was with his brother. Later on that day, he sent me a text thanking me for the help and everything. In the text message he had also sent a recharge card pin number and asked that I credit my phone with it. It was more like a thank you gift. Also in the text message, he talked about how he would be the happiest man if only I would accept him as a life partner. I sent him a reply thanking him for the credit and I also said that as for marriage, I couldn’t consider it cos my heart is with someone else. His reply came shortly. He was finally accepting defeat but advised that I look well before leaping so I do not make a mistake.<br />I thanked him for the advise. Bobo Nice is a great guy. I do not doubt for a second that he would make a great husband but it’s just unfortunate that I don’t have feelings for him. Sometimes when we are together, I look at his lips and cannot imagine me kissing them. Don’t get me wrong, he doesn’t have ‘pomo’ lips or anything but I just don’t find them sexy. I love Kissing and I need to find the lips of the man am going to marry attractive, don’t you think so? LOL......<br /><br />I have this aunt that thinks that am making a mistake by not accepting Bobo Nice as a husband. When she asked me what my reason for not wanting to marry him was and I replied <em><span style="color:#ff0000;">“I don’t find his lips attractive”</span></em>. She thought I was crazy,lol…according to her, there are important things to consider in marriage and the lips or dentition of guy doesn’t count as one. Her opinion sha. I still think, I need to be physically attracted to my man abeg. Like O for instance now, you won’t beg me to kiss him. I LOVE KISSING HIM!<br /><br />Okay, so that’s it for Bobo Nice gist.<br /><br />I have got work to get back to people. I know I have been slacking in visiting blogs, make una no vex, will try to remedy that.<br />See you around...Love you all plenty plenty!Aphroditehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16983253460302538514noreply@blogger.com35tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3764801195288980572.post-87019202690131061382008-09-03T05:56:00.000-07:002008-09-03T06:45:07.339-07:00Me...Madam MushyOkay so I didn’t plan to spend the night in the arms of O. It just happened.<br /><br />We had not been talking.<br />It had taken all the will power I had in me to stop myself from calling him all this while.<br />He had been sending all those texts that made me wonder if he really missed me as he claimed…I mean...what stopped him from calling?<br /><br />Anyway Monday afternoon(the day before my birthday), I couldn’t hold out any longer. I missed him terribly and wanted us to see and talk so I sent this message.<br /><br /><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">“Hey what’s up? Can we see this evening?’</span></em><br /><br />He replied shortly.<br /><em><span style="color:#006600;">“Yes we can. I’ll be right over as soon as am through in the office”</span></em><br />So I got home from work and waited.<br />Soon enough, he arrived all smiles as if we never had any issues.<br />I kept a straight face sha, we had issues and they needed sorting out!<br /><br />So we went to this hangout. Nice place. Poolside and music. Really romantic.<br />We talked.<br />About a lot of stuff. Random stuff. How have you been and all….<br />He asked about my birthday and how I intended to spend it. I didn’t have any plans to celebrate, I told him.<br />Then he told me he had missed me so much and the past days had been pure hell. Each time he picked up his phone to call, he had to drop it right back cos he didn’t know what to say to me. He knew exactly what I wanted to hear<em>-<span style="color:#006600;">“Baby let’s get married immediately!”</span></em> but he really needed time, a few months to sort some things out.<br /><br />I was like…. I wasn’t asking for marriage immediately o! I just needed to define where we were headed. What you wanted from me and all…<br /><br />He said, okay so we are on the same page then. Why did we have to put ourselves through all that emotional turmoil? I really want to marry you aphro…all am asking for is some time.<br /><br />I was silent.<br /><br />Soon we drifted off to some other random stuffs. It felt so good to be in his company again, laughing at silly jokes like old times.<br /><br />Time to leave came sooner than I wanted but we had to go, it was getting late. There were no plans to spend the night together as at then yet.<br /><br />He was dropping me off in front of my house. We said our good nights and I made to get down when he pulled me back and claimed my mouth with his.<br /><br />It was a mind blowing kiss!<br /><br /><em><span style="color:#006600;">“Baby, can we spend this night together? I just want to wake up next to you on your birthday”</span></em> he pleaded.<br /><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">“No way hosey! We still got unresolved issues. Sex will just complicate things right now”</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#006600;">“Who is talking about Sex? I just want to be with you baby. Hold you in my arms all night. I have really missed you so much”<br /></span></em>I laughed.<br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"><em>“He he he he he…you hold me in your arms all night? Why does that sound so unbelievable?”<br /></em></span><em><span style="color:#006600;">“Let me prove it to you. nothing is going to happen dear”<br /></span><span style="color:#ff0000;">“No way…NO WAY! Just go home okay? It’s getting late already”<br /></span></em>I got down from the car.<br />He got down too and came over to my side.<br /><em><span style="color:#006600;">“Pleaseeeeeeeeeee babyyyyyyyyy”<br /></span><span style="color:#ff0000;">“Nooooooooooooooooo…”<br /></span></em>I looked at his face. I guess that was my undoing. He had this sad, lost puppy look on his face that melted my heart. What da heck! I also wanted to be with him so damn the torpedoes!<br /><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">“Okay, okay, lemme get my stuff”</span></em><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span><br />I didn’t regret spending the night with him.<br />He popped a bottle of wine at midnight and toasted to me. It was lovely.<br />Some other things went down too,lol…<br />Yes, he didn’t keep his promise....<br />Okay I admit, he did try but na me no let am,lol…<br />Anh…anh don’t blame me jooo…<br />Since that last time, nothing…nothing and we’ve only done it that once o! We dey try abi?lol….<br /><br />And he also apologized formally.<br />I was standing in front of the mirror brushing my hair when he hugged me from behind.<br /><em><span style="color:#006600;">“I know I have been an ass lately love. I am so sorry. Forgive me baby…”</span></em><br /><br />I smiled. I had already forgiven him. If I hadn’t I wouldn’t be in that hotel room with him.<br /><br />Okay so I subscribe to this daily horoscope reading thing. This morning in my mail, I saw this.<br /><br />My Romantic horoscope reading for today:<br /><br /><em><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>“How unrealistic are your goals when it comes to love? Do you think your lover will be a drop-dead gorgeous genius with the patience of a monk and the passion of a tango instructor, or are you cool with just dating a mere human? Time to reassess reality.”<br /></strong></span></em><br />I was staring the hard stark truth in the face…sometimes these readings are right on point o!<br /><br /><br />You know what?<br />I'm smiling like a cat that just drank a big bowl of milk right now.<br />Here's why...<br /><br />O and his elder sister just left my office now. She sells stuff as in jewellry, clothes and perfumes and he brought her so I could pick what I wanted from her stock.<br />It wasn't just the fact that he wanted me to pick something from her that tripped me. It was the fact that HE LEFT WORK! If you know how tight it is for this bobo to leave office eh? You go understand wetin I mean.<br />Anyway, his sister's stuffs were expensive o...<br />I didn't want to be greedy and just took a bottle of perfume (Jennifer Lopez-Live) and a watch although his sis was urging me to take more.<br />I was like <em><span style="color:#ff0000;">"We don't want to finish our money o"</span></em>lol...<br />Even at that, the stuff I took came to about 25K.<br />In my mind, I was like E no go better say them give me the money cash?<br />He He he He...No mind my Ijebu traits,lol...<br /><br />Haa...i just received a text from O now on my phone.<br />I'll share it with you guys.<br /><strong><em><span style="color:#006600;">"Aphro.....I can call ur name all day and night and it wouldn't be able to convey the depth of my love for you. You are the music of my life. Shall we dance?"</span></em> </strong><br /><br />The bobo dey impress me sha...<br /><br />Abeg make una leave me o...<br /><br />I be Madam Mushy today, lol...Aphroditehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16983253460302538514noreply@blogger.com52tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3764801195288980572.post-33619516858281405012008-09-02T03:28:00.000-07:002008-09-02T03:39:34.828-07:00HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!!!It's my birthday today and am deliriously happy!<br />No, not just cos it's my birthday but you see...<br /><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">I WOKE UP IN THE ARMS OF THE MAN I LOVE!!!</span><br /><br />Did I wake ur curiousity?lol....<br /><br />Gist coming up...<br /><br />In the meantime, get ur gifts ready. If you impress me, I just might be back with the juicy gist before you know it,lol...<br /><br />Ciao....Aphroditehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16983253460302538514noreply@blogger.com34tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3764801195288980572.post-2241766818532823612008-08-25T06:26:00.000-07:002008-08-25T06:42:58.324-07:00Mixed Signals...Hello People.<br />How was ur weekend. Hope it was blast. Mine was just there but hey, I can’t complain! Am alive and well this beautiful Monday and there is every reason to be grateful for that, abi?<br /><br />Thanks for your kind and as usual, sincere comments on this blog. I appreciate you all.<br /><br />Today what gist do I have for you? Plenty as usual…you know how it is now, lol…lots of you have already dubbed me <strong>‘The girl with a drama-filled love life’</strong>. Anyway, I no argue at all. I know you guys are right. My love life reach to act Nollywood home movie sef,lol…<br /><br />This morning on my way to work. I was just thinking about everything that has been happening of late and before I knew what was happening, the tears were welling up in my eyes. Why are things not working out the way I want them to? Since my adolescent years up until now, I have never lacked male attention. In fact I get more than my necessary due. Unfortunately, most times, the attraction is not mutual. I get guys that are fallin over themselves to get my attention but who I don’t feel an iota of attraction for. It is a really rare thing for me to find a man who I love. In all my years of relationships with the opposite sex, I have only being in love with a few but the thing about me is that when I actually fall in love with a person, I fall really hard but then again, I don’t believe in stupid love o…as in mumu blind love wey no dey see road. You go know say man no send you yet you go dey die put for there. God forbid bad thing abeg!<br />I have been very lucky that the few men I have loved have reciprocated equally or even more sef. Well that is until now…until O.<br /><br />God knows I love this man(O) with all my heart. My mum called it infatuation(I’ll come to that in a minute) but it is really sad and painful that he doesn’t feel the same way. He may have feelings for me like he claims but the truth which I have come to realize is that the feelings he claims to have are not as strong or deep as the ones I have for him.<br /><br />Abeg, lemme stop lamenting and take you guys through what has been happening in the past few days.<br /><br />So it was last Thursday that O dropped in to see me at work. He said he was coming back later on but I didn’t see him after that day up until this moment. I tried to resist the urge to call him up to find out if all was well but then I couldn’t stop myself from sending him a text yesterday.<br /><em><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">“Was thinking you would have called or tried to see me this weekend. Its times like this that makes me really wonder if you truly care. Happy Sunday anyway”<br /></span></em><br />He sent a reply:<br /><em><span style="color:#663300;">“Traveled out of town for a training. I am actually in transit now. Miss you much…” <br /></span></em><br />Hmmm…na wa o…I didn’t buy that excuse cos even if he had to travel, he should had mentioned it that day he came around, or even called to tell me. Everywhere in Naija has GSM network now even my remote little village so he can't say he doesn't have network wherever he is. I mean, he replied my text so what stops him from calling?<br /><br />My prayer this morning was <em><span style="color:#ff0000;">“Dear God please help me forget this guy. He is causing me too much heartache abeg…”<br /></span></em><br />Other gists…<br /><br />Saturday morning, I woke up very depressed. It was almost like I didn’t want to wake up if it wasn’t to O’s phone call so I just laid in bed feeling sorry for myself<em>(yea, even I feel ashamed of myself,lol…).</em> Finally I decided to send a text to Bobo Nice. I had recently told him about my feelings for O so I was sure he wouldn’t hassle or stress me with pleas to consider him like either B.G or K would. So I texted him: <em><span style="color:#ff0000;">“Am bored and depressed. Don’t wanna stay home all day feeling sorry for myself. Would love to hang out. Are you free?”</span></em><br />In a few minutes, his call came. He was very worried about me and wanted to know why I was depressed but I told him it wasn’t stuff we could talk about over the phone and that I’d tell him when we see. He informed me that he had just gotten a new apartment and was heading over there to set things up so I offered to come help him set up and after we were through, we could hang out somewhere and talk over drinks. He liked the idea so as soon as we ended the call, I got out of bed and went to get ready to head over to his new place.<br /><br />Later on, dressed up and on my way out of the house, my mum asked me where I was going to and I told her. She knew Bobo nice cos he had come to the house a couple of times and even called her on her birthday. So she asked <em><span style="color:#993300;">“Hmmm…so it’s Bobo Nice now?” </span></em> I knew exactly what she meant and I replied <em><span style="color:#ff0000;">“Noooo! Mummy, Bobo Nice is just a friend now…you know that. although he wants something more but I don’t love him like that. He is almost like a brother to me”</span></em>.<br />She said <em><span style="color:#993300;">“But he is a good boy and he is very God fearing”</span></em> I rolled my eyes <em><span style="color:#ff0000;">“Mummy! I don’t love him like that!!”</span></em> She laughed and joked in Ibo <em><span style="color:#993300;">“My child, whoever did this to you it will not work for him/her o!”</span></em> lol…I burst out laughing and said <em><span style="color:#ff0000;">“It will not work o!”</span></em> My mum like many other mothers is concerned and wants her first daughter to get married and since it isn’t as if there is a drought of suitors, she doesn’t understand why it is taking me so long to make a decision. I don’t blame her at all, even me, I don’t even understand myself,lol…<br /><br />Anyway, she went on <em><span style="color:#993300;">“So who is the person you love? The Edo boy?”</span></em> I nodded.<br />She said,<em><span style="color:#993300;"> “You have known Bobo Nice for four years now, yet you don’t love him and this one you just met six months ago, you love him. My dear, what you are feeling is infatuation”<br /></span></em>I laughed. <em><span style="color:#ff0000;">“Infatuation? I don’t think so mum”. </span></em><br /><br />How could this thing I feel be infatuation? This feeling is much deeper than any fleeting thing. I really, really care for O, imperfections and all. I don’t even care that one of his front teeth is broken (he had a bad fall when he was kid). Trust me, I used care about such things,lol…<br /><br />Anyway after a few arranging and rearranging in Bobo Nice’s place, we went to a nearby eatery for lunch and there he asked.<br /><em><span style="color:#006600;">“ So Aphro, what is depressing you?”</span></em> I didn’t wish to discuss it again cos I didn’t want to make him feel bad. You know, you love a girl and she is telling you how she is feeling heartbroken over another guy and all that. That should make anybody feel bad so I declined from discussing it. I just shrugged off his question with <em><span style="color:#ff0000;">“Oh that! I was just in a funny mood then. Don’t worry, am over it now. Am not feeling depressed anymore”</span></em><br />He didn’t buy my explanation and kept insisting that I tell him what the problem was.<br />So I asked <em><span style="color:#ff0000;">“What if it is about another guy? Would you still want to hear about it?”</span></em> He said <em><span style="color:#006600;">“Sure…of cos! I want to hear every little detail”.</span></em><br />So I told him every thing. I emptied my heart and poured out all my troubles and frustrations of the past days. At the end of it all. He said to me. <em><span style="color:#006600;">“Aphro, I’ll tell you the truth. When a guy says to a girl that he wants to take things a day at a time, he isn’t sure he wants to commit yet and probably has other options he is considering. I am not saying this cos I want you but because it is the truth” </span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#006600;"><br /></span></em>Bobo Nice’s response only served to re-enforce what I already knew. O isn’t ready for serious commitment and even though on his last visit he had said otherwise, I am still not convinced. Even his attitude these past days don’t depict a man in love.<br /><br />Is it just me who thinks that he is sending mixed signals?<br /><br />I just want to be over him, serious!<br /><br />I know he’s got a lot of fans but you guys, just look at things objectively abeg…is he treating me right?Aphroditehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16983253460302538514noreply@blogger.com52tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3764801195288980572.post-21089656177038272252008-08-21T03:31:00.002-07:002008-08-21T03:48:46.976-07:00Unexpected morning visitOh my God!<br />Guys guess who just left my office now.<br />O!<br />I was standing at the reception talking with a colleague when he walked in. My heart did a backflip, I swear. You know, it was just so unexpected like he is the last person I expected to see this morning.<br />I led the way to my office and thankfully, my colleague who I shared office with wasn’t around so we had all the privacy we needed.<br />Long and short of the tory is that. Bobo has been miserable for the past one week and doesn’t want me to give up on us easily. I told him, I had already given up and was trying to heal. He said he was going to pretend he didn’t hear that. <em><span style="color:#ff0000;">“Trying to heal over what now?”</span></em> he asked.<br /><br />Anyway, he is ready to meet my folks and wants me to meet his mum but then again he still wants us to take things a bit slow. In his own words <em><span style="color:#ff0000;">“Let’s us grow together Aphrodite”.</span></em><br />I asked him <em><span style="color:#006600;">“O tell me the truth, do you think you are psychologically ready for marriage”</span></em> and his reply was <em><span style="color:#ff0000;">“Yes I am very ready”.</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#006600;">"I hope I am not pressuring you or anthing. I want my husband to be crazy about marrying me and not feel that that I pressured him into doing so"</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">"Babes, stop saying that now. I am crazy about you, serious!"</span></em><br /><br />Me I don’t know what to do again o. I’m kinda confused. I am still very much in love with him. In fact lemme confess. He was sitting far from me o, but do you know when he left, I realized my panties were soaking wet. Kai dis my treacherous body!<br /><br />He has left now. He had an official assignment outside the office and used the opportunity to drop by although he promised to come back as soon as he is through with the assignment.<br /><br />The last thing he said to me before he left was <em><span style="color:#ff0000;">“Aphrodite, I love you. I really do”.</span></em><br /><br />Jesu!Aphroditehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16983253460302538514noreply@blogger.com49tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3764801195288980572.post-46203839961059710892008-08-20T03:00:00.000-07:002008-08-20T03:34:40.783-07:00STATUS REPORTWoah! It’s been a while o. How una dey? I deliberately avoided blogville these past few days cos a lot has been on my desk and y’all know how distracting this place can be. Once you click, you can’t stop,lol…<br /><br />I have been well o. Never knew I had so much emotional strength in me. Been holding on, even tho I must admit it’s been very tough for me. I havn’t called O since our last encounter. He called once tho, I think on Saturday morning. He didn’t say anything new anyway. Talked about how he loved me but needs to put certain things in place first(things like getting his place o) before talking about marriage. I told him that I understood very well that he wasn’t psychologically ready for marriage. He said No, that it was more like physically ready not psychologically ready. Anyway after that brief conversation over the phone, he hasn’t called again till now and today is what? Wednesday! He sent a text yesterday evening tho :<em><span style="color:#ff0000;">“To say I miss you is a huge understatement. This has been one of the most difficult periods for me, being away from you. I believe things will still work out for us”<br /></span></em>Na wa for this guy o. His actions does not convey what he is saying. Na im sabi joo! I don’t intend to reply him anyway but if I say that my feelings for him are dead then I would be lying. I don’t know if I’ll be able to be all mean and cold if I see him face to face,lol…<br /><br /><br /><br />So on to other tory…<br /><br />I may just have chased X away for good o…<br /><br />Okay, thing is that I have been a bit blue of late cos of O’s issues and all and somehow too, I have also been venting my frustrations on X. Not that I have said anything o but my actions have said it all.<br /><br /><br />X’s mum has been in his place for close to two months now. She came visiting from the East. X actually informed me the day she arrived that his mum was round and that he would love for me to visit and meet her cos she has been asking of me and all(yea, he’s told her about me. His popsie is late). I agreed that I was going to come see her but truth is I never had plans to. I just didn’t want to argue with him but two months down the line and she preparing to leave back to the east. The pressure from X to see her mounted.<br /><br />Last week, X had told me that she was leaving on Sunday(last Sunday) and I promised to come by on Saturday. Friday evening he called to confirm if I was still coming the next day. I was in a foul mood(mourning my relationship with O) and wasn’t in the mood to see X so I lied that I was going to the market to shop for the house and I wouldn’t be able to make it. Maybe at a corner of my mind, was the hope that O would call and ask that we see that Saturday and talk things over so I wanted to leave the day free for him. Maybe, I said o!lol…<br /><br />Anyway, I didn’t go to see X’s mum and she left. Monday evening, when he closed for the day, X dropped into my office. I must confess again, I was a bit cold towards him. He sat for a while and when he saw I wasn’t talking to him. He got up and said he was leaving. I just nodded my head, like I didn’t care. Since that Monday, he hasn’t called or dropped by again. Not sure I miss him tho but I definitely miss the attention ;)<br /><br /><br /><br />Ehen, I told you guys, I talked to Bobo Nice abi?<br />That was like two weeks ago.<br /><br />So I had called Bobo Nice like a week before that day, after I received that call from SL(Strange lady). I was really upset with him for giving her my number to call and plead with me to marry him. He was shocked when he learnt that she had called me cos according to him he didn’t give her my number or ask her to call. What happened was that, she had visited him and was going through his phone when she saw my name and asked him who I was. He had told her about me. How he loved me but I wasn’t reciprocating and all. She told him that she could call and talk to me for him but he said he didn’t want that cos he knew I wouldn’t like it. He didn’t know she copied my number all the same and called.<br />I believed him sha. Bobo nice wasn’t the type to lie about something like that but when he said he was going to call S.L and berate her for what she did. I told him not to and that he should just it go cos I felt she did what she did in good spirit and felt she was being a good friend. He finally agreed to forget about it after which I told him that we needed to sit down and talk about the issue. He said okay and we agreed to meet the following weekend.<br /><br />That Saturday, we met up at a pizza place and in between munching pizza and coke. I told him about O and how I felt about him. He already knew about X and he knew also when we broke up but I told him that X was staging a comeback and that I was considering him since things may not work out with O cos of his tribe and my folks. He felt really bad cos I wasn’t even considering him but I told him that I loved him as a friend and I didn’t have any romantic feelings towards him. I encouraged him to give other girls a chance and see where it leads to. We talked for very long o! At the end of it all sha, when we hugged and said our goodbyes, I felt kinda relieved and even though I knew he had been hurt, I was sure he realized It was all for the best. We promised to keep in touch with each other and agreed that nothing stopped us from hanging out once in a while.<br /><br />So that’s the latest with Bobo nice.<br /><br /><br /><br />Then B.G…<br /><br />Kai! I have never met a more unrelenting guy in my whole entire life, I swear.<br />Even though I broke up with him when I started seeing O. He has never stopped hoping that we would still come back together.<br />These days, he sends me text messages at least four times a day. One in the morning asking how my night was. One in the afternoon, asking how my day is going, another one late evening asking if I got home okay. Then one last one at night, wishing me a good night’s rest. Besides, he still calls at least once in the day just to hear my voice, he says,lol…Na wa for this thing called love o! Why can’t one love a person that loves him/her equally? Things would be lots easier that way or don’t you guys think so?<br /><br />Then again recently, B.G seems to have gotten it into his head that somehow he was responsible for our break-up. I have tried to reassure him several times that he wasn’t the cause. I met somebody else, fell in love and that was it! Although when I think about it more deeply, it was probably something that I found lacking in B.G and which O had that attracted me to him in the first place.<br /><br />For instance, I like my man to dress sharp and smell nice. B.G is kinda like a sloppy dresser. When I met him, he was much worse but I tried to get him to pay more attention to his looks. I must give it to him that he tried to change a bit but then he still didn’t get to the level I wanted. I so hate a man wearing torn, <strong>‘It was white’</strong> singlets and jeans with dirty hems that looked like they hadn’t been washed in ages. B.G was like that. O on the other hand sure knows how to pull it off. Even when he is dressed in a Tee and jeans, he still looks & smells edible,lol…same goes for X too. He is also a good dresser.<br /><br /><br />Then again, just before i broke up with B.G, I had reason to travel to his place(as in his villa) cos of his mum's burial. Meen, what i saw enhhh! I didn't like at all. The way they lived in their place. One compound with a lot of extended families. To me, that is the perfect recipe for plenty wahala cos one doesn't even have his/her own privacy. My mother's father's compound was like that and i know all the troubles and diabolical activities that went down before my grandpa had to ask his brother's and their families to find their squareroot,lol...<br /><br />I talked to B.G about it and his response sealed my mind for me. He didn't see anything bad with it. In fact he even preferred the whole 'Communal living' style. Na so i pack my kaya, pick race,lol...<br /><br /><br />So on that note, maybe somehow he (B.G) was partly responsible for me breaking up with him. Now he is begging me to give him another chance, I am very reluctant cos you all know what they say about adults. <em><span style="color:#ff0000;">“It is hard to learn how to use the left hand when you are grown up”</span></em>. That's an Ibo adage which means that it is hard to change an adult cost they are already set in their ways so it’s either I accept B.G the way he is or forget about him totally cos trying to change him may not be possible.<br /><br />I know I promised to yarn about doctor but pls guys, lets leave that for the next post. I am trying to make my posts short these days, lol…as if this one never long pass river Nile sef.<br /><br />Am out abeg, we go dey see for yonder…Aphroditehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16983253460302538514noreply@blogger.com44