Day 11: Your current relationship

The way people don dey gather dey wait for this one. Hehe. The attention on every single letter; every phrase perused and re-perused. What are the secrets? What is he hiding? Plug that wire in the socket and bring the bucket of cold water and the towel.

Ha! I’m in a happy relationship. Free me.

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Beautiful, smart, really, really intelligent and then sexy in a completely wholesome way. If you thought I didn’t deserve that, I don’t blame you. I just thank God and her exes.

We met in the likeliest of ways actually. She thought I was a cad and I was amused by her. If you know one whit about relationships, then you’ll know that’s the number one recipe for falling head over heels.

Cold windy morning and I’m sitting outside the house with my 14 year old son. We are both swaddled in blankets, clutching hot mugs of tea, watching the leaves fall off the trees. I turn to him, voice low but clear: “Find a woman that doesn’t like you, then love her.”

To coin a phrase, “It’s a thin line”, and it’s easy to slip right over to the other side.

When we started dating, it was a whirlwind of emotions. Lots of stomping feet and folded arms and “Just you get out of my life!”. Lmao. Someone that’s completely besotted right now. Someones. I meant someones. Sorry.

Our emotional connection has grown over time. Each opportunity to learn, forging and then lashing, a new cord around our bodies and spirits, bringing us closer together in better accord.

Of course there are terrible days, when communication fails and tempers rise and you almost start to question yourself and all of your decisions. But those days are fewer and the way back is smoother.

“My son,” I continue on that windy day, placing my mug back on the dark ring formed on the wooden stool between us. “Never lose an opportunity to extol your woman”.

I’ve learned plenty from this girl: how to be calm, how to trust, how to comfort, how to be kind, how to pack. Hehe. And for the first time really, I may actually be content.

Disclaimer

  • This woman can work as a Yaba tout. So excellent at packing.

The Janusaneni Guide to know if you have found the LOYL

When I picked up my laptop this afternoon, it was to type something, anything. Just have my fingers play on the keyboard. You see, unlike last year when I practically lived my life behind a laptop screen averaging something like 80-100 words a minute while watching TV, since this year and my new job which only requires I handwrite descriptions, type the occasional email and spend the rest of the time relating verbally while reclining in ergonomic seats, I have not had to type as much. As such my belly has gotten flabby(-ier) and my fingers now make mistakes with every sentence, even though I am staring at the keyboard as I type. Smh. Thus I needed to write something, anything at all and it was not so difficult to find the right topic. Continue reading “The Janusaneni Guide to know if you have found the LOYL”