Life is like that

Life is like that

I am at Bongobiri. I am seated beside a young lady. She’s is one of those pint-sized bubbly souls I think. She’s got a stud in her nose and a few rings on some fingers. She’s got a notebook with her. I think she’s got a poem in there. She’s probably going to go up to the mic at some point to recite it.
I couldn’t help glancing over at the face of her phone as she typed away steadily:

“I love u”
“It hurts”
“But I just love you so much”

I look away. The exchange continues. Faster. Her expression began to change little by little.
Then she starts to cry.
She gets up and walks out.

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2 Responses to Life is like that

  1. Yetty says:

    I thought about dad in church one Sunday and i couldn’t help the tears. Why didn’t you offer her a hug before she walked out :d

    • aitayemi says:

      Not sure if it’s because you mentioned Dad and in addition to the fact that I didn’t go to bed until around 4AM, I had a dream about him. We were all going on some road journey. Everyone else was in another car. Then a second car was delivered and somehow I found I was sitting in the back while he was doing the driving. I then managed to get myself upfront into the passenger’s seat while we were on the move. I think we must have had some sort of conversation but I can’t for the life of me remember when I woke up. Possibly discussed all you guys including mum in the other car, or even the car we were in itself. Cause we had to wait for it to be delivered. Can’t remember by who or why.

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