Read first episode of THIS THING CALLED LOVE below...
"Don't listen to his pleas" my mama's words rang in my head as I saw him approach, the man who used to own my heart , who still did and would forever do. The problem with the heart is, it never learns, it refuses bluntly to learn, bad shit, real bad stuff.
"Sarah" his lips parted and spilled out my name in the very subtle way it always did.
"Chinoso, not now, why are you stalking me ?" I said with a frank face and a shrinking heart.
I was glad he came here after all, I knew he would be here by 9;00pm, it was his habit and that was why I came here, his favorite place. Maybe this was where he met them girls, the ones that have ruined the little stuff we had together.
"stalk you? c'mmon, that's not my thing" he shrugged. The one thing I hated about him, his crazy ass pride. He was never the kind to be humble, not even for a lady.
" Chinoso, please leave my side, puö biko" I picked up my bag quite slowly, I wanted to hear him say something again, to hear him call my name, love had made me less of me.
"Nne, I know I hurt you, nndo, biko, I'm sorry, I was forced" he smiled , and then shrugged and made to sit down.
"What do you think you are doing? you were forced? were you drugged? " I was becoming angry, very angry. "she was hot, I had no choice, babe her ass is straight from God, the boobs , I just couldn't deal." he finally sat in front of me, his smile a forced one.
"God!! I hate you" I had dropped a tear, I wondered then why the heart always stayed in love with those who hurt us the most. I couldn't believe I had heard him vomit the trash .
I stood up, grabbed my bag and made to leave.
"I don't hate you, I love you even , but you are boring nne, and you know" he touched my hands .
"Chinoso, I'm leaving" I began to walk away , I knew he wasn't following me , he would never do. Then I knew love was a hopeless thing, as hopeless as can be!
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Later that night, boredom had pushed me into thoughts, I reminisced on old times, before long I began to miss Chinoso , I picked up my phone and called him, I called despite my swearing never to anymore .
"Hello nne'm" his voice came from the other end, " you began to miss me ain't it?
"No, I didn't , I only called because…."
"You miss me, can I talk to you later, please? " he sounded in a hurry to get off the phone.
"I just hate you" I screamed. " you are playing with my heart, a fuck boy like you , you suck!"
"Nne,calm down okay?"
I ended the call and began to cry again, how I hate this thing called love. I swore never to speak to him again but in my heart, I knew I would do even more than call him the next time.
Written by Duruem Gory Ada
"Don't listen to his pleas" my mama's words rang in my head as I saw him approach, the man who used to own my heart , who still did and would forever do. The problem with the heart is, it never learns, it refuses bluntly to learn, bad shit, real bad stuff.
"Sarah" his lips parted and spilled out my name in the very subtle way it always did.
"Chinoso, not now, why are you stalking me ?" I said with a frank face and a shrinking heart.
I was glad he came here after all, I knew he would be here by 9;00pm, it was his habit and that was why I came here, his favorite place. Maybe this was where he met them girls, the ones that have ruined the little stuff we had together.
"stalk you? c'mmon, that's not my thing" he shrugged. The one thing I hated about him, his crazy ass pride. He was never the kind to be humble, not even for a lady.
" Chinoso, please leave my side, puö biko" I picked up my bag quite slowly, I wanted to hear him say something again, to hear him call my name, love had made me less of me.
"Nne, I know I hurt you, nndo, biko, I'm sorry, I was forced" he smiled , and then shrugged and made to sit down.
"What do you think you are doing? you were forced? were you drugged? " I was becoming angry, very angry. "she was hot, I had no choice, babe her ass is straight from God, the boobs , I just couldn't deal." he finally sat in front of me, his smile a forced one.
"God!! I hate you" I had dropped a tear, I wondered then why the heart always stayed in love with those who hurt us the most. I couldn't believe I had heard him vomit the trash .
I stood up, grabbed my bag and made to leave.
"I don't hate you, I love you even , but you are boring nne, and you know" he touched my hands .
"Chinoso, I'm leaving" I began to walk away , I knew he wasn't following me , he would never do. Then I knew love was a hopeless thing, as hopeless as can be!
****************************
Later that night, boredom had pushed me into thoughts, I reminisced on old times, before long I began to miss Chinoso , I picked up my phone and called him, I called despite my swearing never to anymore .
"Hello nne'm" his voice came from the other end, " you began to miss me ain't it?
"No, I didn't , I only called because…."
"You miss me, can I talk to you later, please? " he sounded in a hurry to get off the phone.
"I just hate you" I screamed. " you are playing with my heart, a fuck boy like you , you suck!"
"Nne,calm down okay?"
I ended the call and began to cry again, how I hate this thing called love. I swore never to speak to him again but in my heart, I knew I would do even more than call him the next time.
Written by Duruem Gory Ada
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