It's Friday again,
this time two weeks ago I’d have made plans to clear all my schedule for the
weekend and go to my "boyfriend" Demola's house. Actually Demola was
never really my boyfriend as he never asked me out o, however while I did all
the chores of a girlfriend he never corrected me so we just kept on moving with
the flow, However I was careful not to introduce him to anybody as my
boyfriend, and every time his hungry friends came to his house and ate the food
I had so painstakingly prepared and would keep calling me "our wife" I
never stopped them from calling that neither did I accept it. Demola never said
anything about our relationship or whatever it is we were doing neither did I
ever ask.
Anyway we kept on moving with the flow until this Friday,
Demola came to pick me as he always did on Fridays, I walked majestically to
the passenger seat as I opened the door I saw a babe there I was shocked at first
but my 1000th sense told me she was his sister, or maybe a cousin or
the daughter to one of his moms friend or something else, so with these
thoughts I walked like a boss to the back and sat there like a boss, few
minutes later Damola turned to me smiled and introduced me to the babe as his
best friend who was more like a sister to him and introduced her to me as his
fiancée, trust me 50 waves of shock hit me in succession, I had an instant
brain riot but somehow in the midst of all these I managed a polite smile and a
“nice to meet you” to the babe. Minutes later I told Demola I was going to be
dropping off at the bus stop close to my mom’s as I had earlier planned to
spend the weekend with my mom and see
him the next day, then his babe turned to me and said “Demola said you always
spend the weekend with him, you can’t change that because of my presence”
honestly I felt like slapping her in that moment but I politely smiled at her
and said “no its not you I just haven’t seen my mum in a long time and she’s
been calling to see me so I thought I could surprise her this weekend” as I
finished my statement we got to the bus stop I came down immediately managed a
quick polite goodbye and left. When they drove off I practically ran the rest
of the way home, thankfully there was no one in when I got home so I ran to my
bed room and threw myself on my bed and before I knew it I had tears on my
cheeks and screamed “dear BOAZ where are you?
*in my diary*
Dear Boaz how long would it take you to come out of whatever
hole you’re hiding? Where you created to frustrate my prayer life? You know
I’ve prayed for you ever since I knew how to talk? How many more people would I
slave for abi how many more times would I be friend zoned or sister zoned
before you come out. To be honest I’m getting tired.
Hey people I hope you had a good week and I hope you enjoyed
my story, I’d be writing on “DEAR BOAZ” for the next few Fridays hopefully God
will use these to teach single people new things. Have a great God filled
weekend.
Ps: it’s not a real story just a figment of my imagination.
And to those still moving with the flow it’s about time you define whatever it
is you’re doing and know where you actually stand
…..xoxo honeydrops………………………………………………………………………
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