Some people are generally put together, no matter what. The kind that can sit in a storm, as though they were having a tea party. Sayo was one of those…
…you have to make peace with the fact that you are the villain in someone else’s story even if you thought you were doing the right thing. You don’t get to tell them how to narrate their experience..
Even when she’d just woken up, even when she’d been working out. Sayo always smelt like cinnamon.
Your darling 007 came by. He spent the night with Naana. She’s been going on and on about how much he knows how to use his tools.
He was in tears when we got to the ward. Men don’t often show emotion in hospitals. The hallways are often littered with women or children, wailing about someone’s death or disease. But this man wailed, watching us initiate CPR.
Get it together Akaa! You have never been sloppy, and a prostitute is not the reason why you will become careless.
Not every day deep conversations and serious life. And even though you are a successful woman, you don’t make me feel as if you do not need me. You let me know that you do… And for me, it feels really good to be needed, and wanted… Especially if it’s not just for sex or for money. I love that you make me feel wanted in every other way!”
Did we survive tribal prejudice only to break apart for medical reasons? Was this the universes way of telling me that Mawuli and I were not meant to be? Did the average couple go through all this? Or maybe we weren’t the average couple? I didn’t know what was going on!
Looking back, I realize that I suppressed so many negative things… as a coping mechanism, I either completely forgot about it, or pretended it never happened.”
Because I’ve been there and done that and I’m tired. I have fought before – multiple times in fact. Because I was young and in love, and I thought that love alone was enough. But it always ended terribly. And I was always left wondering why I wasn’t good enough.