I'd adhere to the "TRUE LOVE EXIST" cliche, but the experience I had as a young, inexperienced and naive teenager would make me take shots at whoever would dare to spill the stale talk out.
2017 is a year I, Araga , will never forget in a hurry.
Being a young and love thirsty Boy, so to say, I craved love from the person I'd go extra mile for, love in return was all I ever needed: But no, I guess the 'girls are never loyal' phrase crept into the relationship I so desired.
She was oblivious of the undying unexplainable indescribable love I had for her, I did crazy stuffs. I'd damn my reading time schedule just so i could put a smile on her face. Strange as it sounds, there were times I skipped palatable and sumptuous delicacies, just so I prove my undying love for her. She was blind to all of these. I loved her more than life itself. I loved her for her smiles, her 'yam-like legs, ample breast, obvious height, her scent. It was not a bluff when I said I loved her more than life itself.
Perhaps, I still do, just maybe, or maybe not.
Whatever happened to the promises we made, whatever happened to the beautiful kisses we stole from nature's pulchritude, whatever happened to us'
EMOTIONS trigger as i pen this down.
LOVE, IS ONLY BUT A MYTH , AN UNPROVEN WORD, A HEARTH- BREAKING VERB THAT STEERS DUMMIES AS MYSELF INTO UNENDING TRAPS.
#my first heartbreak... The experience that changed my life
The second thing that change me.
I do remember vividly when I was in junior high school, I liked drawings but I was not good at drawing. I'd always get envious of my friends when they draw, just because I was unable to do what I have a penchant for. One day, a friend by name Daniel said to me "Araga, I know you like drawings, why don't you practice how to draw?" But I'd always reply him, "I can't". I always thought so and believed so because whenever I attempted to draw I would be so mindful of my poor results, rather than how I could improve my drawings. One certain day, a friend named Blessing came to me and asked me to bring my drawing for her to see, because she thought I'd be doing good already. But I told her I had stopped drawing because I am not good at it. She said "what? Well i'm not surprised because I already have the feeling that you'll be the only one to fail at it." then she left. When she left I thought about the title "failure" and I thought about the embarrassment my "I can't" has brought me. I pondered over the scenario all night long and when I woke up the next morning, I said to myself, "I cannot continue to say "I can't" anymore."
Well, I would say my first try was not so good, so I started drawing little things like football, and in no distant time I advanced to drawing human beings.
Now I can draw anything I want.
I also draw on the walls of my room.
So friends, stop saying "I can't".
A quote goes thus: If you think you can, you're right; if you think you can't, you're also right.
