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I FOUND MY FOOTING

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Story of love gone sour. Yes-you heard it right. Such a sad way to highlight a week that was.
It all started like a joke when they first set their eyes on each other. And it soon materialized into an evergreen canopy of affection. Then candies, roses and outings followed-all spicing up what would be a breathtaking love affair. Then engagement pegged all their dreams and ambitions together. In the hood, they became symbol s of admiration. However, that was not going to last any longer. Relationships often get marred with challenges. Perchance shit does embroils itself in well to do relationships and ruins the party .As big as they come, people crave for solutions. Confession s of a vengeful woman on the TV the other day was more than shock itself. Well, the woman hired a hit man to do away with her ‘necessary evil’ of a man that was her hubby-and that she would rather see him dead.
Not that she is the lone irate woman on the loose. They are many others who have such hatred towards their hubbies.Perhaps, I should count lucky myself lucky no woman has ever wanted to have my skin outta my frame. Maybe someday someone, who knows? I have not frolicked that much in courtship. I have been a disappointed man before but I still live on nevertheless. I have always had my conscience right. Like a game relationships are; you only play until the end of time. If you do not have the breath freak out lest you get yourself fatigued. However, not all people do not reason rationally as I do cause life presents helluva lots of personality types. Some are highly temperamental. Others are just the contrary. I wish people could love at their own volition. If your relationship does not work, you are not done yet. You still got a chance to pick oneself up.
I did not believe in love till the ridiculous anecdote happened to me. It was real fun. I even penned  a file of articles about it. Shit did not let us be. It happened to me as it does to everyone.  I saw my dreams plummet like a coin tossed into a dark well. Everything shattered to nothingness. Then I heeded a friend’s advice-the need to call mind. It was hard to let go, it was daunting imagining that boards had worn out for us. My self-esteem lowered to a grain. Books became my comfort. A consolation. I brooded on them succinctly. The library and music became members of my own retinue. Eventually I accepted that what had happened was exactly what fate had in store for me. Fortunately, nobody cajoled me about it. Therefore, it was east to retrace my steps and get back on my feet again.
Since then I have learnt a few lessons. I value friendship than ever because it is from there that love roots itself. Have you considered my lines of thought? If you have then you have won yourself a vicarious vestige of opptism.

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