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Note To Self

2017-02-17 18.03.28

To my brain,
prodigy, mastermind,
stay intelligent and witty,
detest imbecility, insensitivity, ignorance,
lest retardation entwines you.

To my strong willed heart,
stay firm, solid,
let not sour words cuddled with rot
tear you apart.

To my hands,
an altruist, giver of warm embraces,
the center of penmanship,
poetize, connect with the soul,
discover the weaknesses of the world,
formulate elucidation, unravel truths.

To my feet,
ever efficient transporter,
walk in grace, scroll in glory,
dwell in prominence and nobility,
in the footwear of illustriousness
and morality.

Note to self, remain chivalrous,
trust in the Maker in every situation,
cast your cares on Him.

Appreciate your allies, tolerate your
adversaries,
like a star, be radiant,
love yourself through challenges,
remain the amazing YOU.

by Stephanie Anene

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Exes and Ohs

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“Babe, that guy has been giving you sexy eyes since” Oyinkan whispered fervently to me for the umpteenth time.

“What are you talking about?” I asked as I set down my fork.

We were at a restaurant, having our bimonthly girls’ day out. Oyinkan decided that we were way overdue for a seafood lunch delight as she called it and I had no choice but to agree. The waiter had barely set down our orders when she acting crazy. Though Oyinkan being crazy was nothing surprising, she was starting to really get on my nerves.

“I’m not lying. Really, just look over your shoulder and you will see him gazing longingly at you. Just don’t do it too quickly, so he won’t feel somehow” she replied.

“He’s the one that has been looking at me since but I’m the one who should be worried about being rude? Laughable. I’m not going to look. Can we please get back to enjoying whatever nonsense you insisted on ordering for both of us?”

“No Didi, we cannot. I’m concerned for your safety. This guy could be a stalker or a rapist or even a serial killer for all we know.”

“Well if he actually is any of the three, how does my looking at his face stop me from any potential danger?”

“Just shut up and look, okay?”

 By the tone of her voice, I knew Oyinkan was getting agitated. I decided to put her out of her misery.

“Is he fine?” I asked.

“Turn around and see for yourself, you idiot”

“Alright, fine”

I snuck a glance at Oyinkan’s mystery guy and got the shock of my life. He was my every nightmare and daydream mashed up into one.

I sucked in a deep breath and tried in vain to control my shaking. I couldn’t bring myself to look at Oyinkan so I stared my food down.

“Didi, what’s wrong?” Oyinkan asked, sounding worried.

I let out an unsteady laugh.

“He’s my ex” I breathed.

“No shit! Why did you guys break up?”

“Because I wasn’t just dating him; I was dating his mother too. She was the most overbearing woman ever. She couldn’t stand the fact that her son wasn’t dating a Yoruba girl so she made him date a girl she thought was a suitable candidate for him behind my back. The most annoying thing was the fact that he didn’t even have the balls to break up with me in person. I just saw them making out in school one day and that was that”

“I can’t believe he did that to you. Do I need to have a word with him?”

“No. Absolutely not. I don’t want you making a scene. He’s not worth it”

“Alright, love. Secondary school romances are the messiest, especially with Yoruba boys. They always leave broken hearts on their long walk to maturity. Some never even get there”

“But you’re Yoruba”

“I say it as it is. Back to the point, the guy looks like he wants to eat you. I think he’s coming over”

“Oh no. I’m not going down that road again. Quick, call the waiter for our cheque. Let’s go to the spa instead”

“Too late, he’s already here”

“What? Get up now”

“I’m kidding. He’s not getting up”

“That’s because he’s a coward”

“What are you going to do?”

“I’m going to pay for my food and leave. You coming?”

“Sounds like a plan”

 

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