TIME

Am not here to tell you or anyone what time is because am only going to tell you what I think time is.

Many check what the time reads when they wake up in the morning or check it when they are late for a class, but few check the time to know how much value has been wasted or how much has been added. We only view or describe time in normal terms, but literally time is a guide. Time is a measure of progress and a highlighter of waste.

Time does not prompt us, it only brings reality to our understanding.

There is one other thing I believe time does… in the normal saying time separates people, time changes people, and time runs. But really that is what we think of “time” not what it is. We don’t see the benefit of time but only the havoc it causes. In fact time causes no havoc! It cannot be delayed, it does not stop ticking, it is not a principle of time, it is normal, it is natural. And since we all aware why can’t do we fall victim?

I remember I mentioned time changes people… I don’t think time changes anyone you know why? Time has no power to; I would prefer we say the effect of the nature of time causes people to change. Time does not go back so feelings fade if kept undernourished, people mature and get enlightened, we meet people and make new friends, that is why when there is a loss of someone we cry, we come to realization and then we move on.

Many still do not believe that time does not change us but let me explain better. We forget that it is natural for humans to change, or that it is normal that we get to adjust. Human beings adapt! If you say “she is my good friend” and now it is “we used to be good friends” whatever happened was not time it was probably space or distance or fake friendship. If you used to be lovers and are no more lovers, it could be you both found different preferences or you wanted something new.

We also forget that time builds bonds…

Every time we spend with loved ones are always remarkable.

Has anyone ever wondered “why do I always want to be with her?” it is not just because you love him or you love her but because either you know it or not you are building a strong relationship, you are investing time. Now would someone agree with me that time invested is productive and not just destructive?

Well like I said, to “me” time is a guide!

INSECURITY

Ever wondered why she keeps walking away? Or why he just can’t get himself to stay?

 Reasons why she is single, she likes you but wouldn’t date you? It happens…

He might care so much about you but can’t get himself to understand that he actually likes you; he just feels you want to mess with him, or he probably doesn’t feel you can like him or that he got you to like him.

Every guy feels insecure when they feel less or unable to make whom they love happy, so they tend to make quarrels or give up too soon.

She might really like you, yes. But to her that’s not enough to date you. Your life style becomes like a movie that she watches, she wants to know your every step and be sure it’s just her. Even after she is cleared, she just can’t put herself to date you.

Many ask “why?”

The truth is that she doesn’t want to make a mistake, and there is no assurance you can ever give a girl that would be enough. Every girl equally feels insecure because they are emotionally attached no matter the hard core they prove.

You would ask “what then does she want?”

There is really no answer to that…

But I know when a girl finds what she wants she knows it.

What do guys want?

I really don’t know or should I say what do guys need?

We all feel insecure either because we do not want to lose or because we want to do more and we feel unable to, then we think we might lose whom we love or maybe because we find it hard to trust.

And note; every guy and every girl has that person they admire.

Insecurity ruins everything! It causes us to lose what we love or never have what we want.

what is your option?

Do not be an option, make your options

A SMiLE A SUNriSE...

When my heart is down and battered with the thorns of sorrow, not even a barn of happiness sets me free.

All locked up in the darkest, complex large hole in my heart, it is a hole wide enough to drench me in agony, I could only wish for a miracle.

A state of fear…

I become numb with a cold feeling, quiet like a morgue, sad like I mourn and I have no peace.

I once had joy, but that’s in the past…

Whatever took my joy does not know how much it cost, but I am at last rescued!

I was captured with a crucial pain after letting him go, the one I loved, the one I adored.

My heart was damaged! Voluminous continuous outflow of love, I was weak. Words cannot express what I felt, psychologists cannot relate what it was like, and scientist cannot formulate a formula to measure what I felt.

But… my breakthrough, what rescued me from an ended life, what showed me how to locate the sunrise from that very dark corner in my heart was just a SMILE.

LET SoMEonE

You might hate friends,

You might consider a lonely life because you don’t trust people,

You might even hate being you.

Even in our quiet times we need some outbreak of noise.

In our sad times we want to be happy again,

Even our pains we need someone to share them with, although it looks impossible but someone to encourage us is more than enough.

In trying times we push those we love; not because we mean to but because we scared. Scared of what we don’t know.

In those times we make mistakes by inviting other hands and we get to forget our true love.

A love that does not lie,

A love that endures,

A love that is true.

The truth is that:

We make the best of any situation with love,

We all have to apprehend that our lives are interconnected.

You might not need me, but you need somebody

Somebody to put you through

It not for us to neglect or ignore our situation, but for us to change it and we do that by letting someone in.

A TALE HE TOLD ME...

In our home, the biggest world you can never imagine, filled with so much to learn, so much love, care and happiness.

Henry and I are married wealthy couples and he is my best friend. I met Henry when I was 17 years old, but then guys were not my thing. All I was after was my talent “writing”. I am a writer and back then I didn’t want to be a victim of my stories. I was interested in Henry after our first contact during a conference at University Of Lagos through Jasmine my friend. Jasmine is a very talented speaker and a childhood friend to Henry. Henry has a very good personality, fluent speech and *ooops* he loves reading novels. A tall handsome and well built guy… I was glad I met him.

Henry and I got talking after we met. We spoke at length, exchanged contacts and we became close. Henry found me very exciting as he was interested in reading my stories, he was the number one fan of all stories I wrote, and he gave me so much courage to write more.

And one day after he applauded my story “my brothers love”, he said he had a story to tell me, I was excited to hear it.

He started; Once upon a time…

“Baby I promise to be a better man to always make you happy and never let you down” Femi said

“Femi! Stop all these promises! I have told you to be yourself, I love you for who you are” Sharon replied

Femi has no quality job, he worked as a plumber and earned thirty thousand naira at most in a month and Sharon owns a restaurant earning two hundred and eighty five thousand naira at least in a month in which her income is used to pay her children’s fees.

Femi yet loves surprising his wife with the little he had. While she goes to work he would go out and buy her flowers, sometimes he would compose romantic letters although he was not too good at spelling. He just wanted her to be happy.

On her birthdays he would have saved a lot just to buy food stuff and prepare a nice meal for her, her favorite “porridge and vegetable”. Femi hated porridge but it was his favorite on her birthdays, he would eat it with so much passion like he is a baby taking breast milk.

They-

I interrupted…You mean her birthday gift was just a meal?

“That’s just the way you see it” Henry said.

So he continued.

They were never sad, even when school fees comes knocking or rent comes crying there was always a plan B. To fulfill the important issues they both decide to go hungry. Even in their hunger there was love.

They both laughed at the cries of each other’s tummy. It was like a competition.

Sharon had run out of food stock for the restaurant so she had to close it.

I interrupted again… what kind of love? Love and suffering?

Who plays with hunger?

“Our present situation does not determine the end” Henry said.

There is always a plan B!

Femi started working for banks, firms, schools and other organizations. Helping them repair their water closet, taps and basin. He was paid fifteen thousand naira for every job he did, so he worked seven times a week at different places and earned a hundred and five thousand a week.

He gave Sharon eighty thousand naira every week to stock up her food stuff and her business began to boom again. She applied for a cooking competition with a reward of a duplex and a car although she had to pay a hundred and twenty thousand naira to register.

She won the competition and was known in all cooking schools and by restaurant owners worldwide.

Femi was not proud of himself…

I interrupted again… she left him abi? It’s normal that is a woman for you.

“Would you wait let me finish my story?” he said

“Okay, go ahead” I replied

Of course Sharon knows Femi too well to tell that he wasn’t happy with his status.

They both moved into the new house.

While they settled to sleep that night Sharon spoke; “Femi… do you want me to be happy?”

“Baby I would anything for you” he smiled and said, while holding her close to himself with a heavy heart filled with worries.

“Ok, I want us to work together at the new restaurant” she said

“Baby-”

“Shhh that’s all I want” she said as she kissed him good night.

He smiled and whispered “wherever you are, is where I would rather be, I love you”

THE END.

I was perplexed!

And Henry told me everyone has a story to tell, that he might not be a writer but he is a story teller and we laughed.

Each time I remember this story I have a beam on my face, my name is Helen.