Right time I always watched her walk – or run, whichever the case may be – to class. I was sure; this was the girl of my dreams. If only I could gather my boldness to go talk to her. But I was waiting for the right time. Next semester, she was pregnant. A part of my world crashed! The six months strike had its positive effects on me. Basically, the effect was on my Facebook profile. I received various friend requests, sent several others and so forth. When I saw her name – not the first her this time though, a new her – I loved it immediately. I checked our mutual friends, about sixteen in common. Request sent, I awaited her acceptance. Two days passed, I logged in to see several notifications and few messages. I get that quite a lot these days. I scrolled through the notifications, ignoring the irrelevant ones and commenting on the important ones. And then, there it was, clearly written in Facebook letters: “So and so accepted your Facebook request”. I clicked on her wall, wanting to welcome her to my world in the usual fashion of mine. Her profile picture caught my eye and instead, I clicked that. The smile that met my eye was stupefying. My jaws dropped. I shook it off; most of these pictures were disguises. My network vanished, you know na, MTN and their usual wahala. And so, I press the.....READ MORE AT - elsieisy/right-time/
Posted on: Thu, 18 Dec 2014 12:39:46 +0000