HOW I ALMOST GOT HIT BY A TRAIN.

Kryss d’boss whose blog am writing on is one of my good buddies and I kept saying I would splash my writing skills on his blog, but after almost one year I finally decided it is time. How come am just getting the quietness of mind to write ?

 Well, maybe after the hurricane of heart break I’d been going through lately made me more settled and quiet .

Guess, you would like to know more about that than how I graduated with straight A’s in university (that s a lie though) “wink” .Well, lets start this way  cos from hence forth I hope never to be a stranger any more here on my friends blog.

First of all, what you need to know about me is that am a broadcaster , and you can call me GD(meaning the grand duchess).Ok so there we go spelling all out for you.

Now let me unburden myself on you as I share with you how I got hit by a train .And ,wow ! am I still alive to tell?Tthe truth is am surviving.

It all started almost a year and a half ago and I met this guy on the job. He wasn’t what some will actually call Mr Wonderful in terms of look ,neither was he bad bad looking .He was very talented as a broadcaster, and producer, a fantastic editor ,but at the same time an impatient person, quick to conclude.

Hmmm this part i hate to confess it to you , but since I want to get real on my friend’s blog right ?  I must say he’s aaaam (stammering ) kinda tell small small lies (well when needed lol) whatever that meant don’t worry about it. Yet I still love (oh should have been loved) him. But I still have feeling fr him despite what he’s done.

Like I said it started almost a year ago and I met him on the job  and we began our little friendship that grew into a warm relationship. Then at some point he called me one evening for us to take a drive round town and while he drove said, “I have something to tell you (with all seriousness)

And I said , “am listening “

He continued not looking at me “I have come to love you and I would love to marry you” ,I went all smiling sheepishly.

And as I wanted to speak he said “shhh ,just listen “ and he continued “I love you and would have loved to marry you ,but the problem is am Hausa and you Yoruba besides we do not share same faith and all this makes it complicated for us to be together’’

So I said ,”what do  you want us to do about it? He was silent and I responded ,” you now what lets just think it all through. And , not rush into things”

Yea, we both agreed and we continued with the relationship .one year passed and we break up and made up but I did more of the breaking ups than him. And before the final crush I told him, please if you don’t see us working it out in the long run don’t come back. Yet he came back and there we went ahead .

                                                            

Well, finally he told me “GD ,am getting married and my parents have chosen a date for us to get married. Am sorry it has come to this ” .

I was calm as he dropped the bomb on me, and I said why are you just telling me as I turned to leave .He said, “wait don’t go ,sit down lets talk it through and I went dead for a few seconds.

“Talk through? You’re sorry? ,I screamed . Talk about what? I asked.  Don’t worry I’ll be fine I wish you the best”  I  spat those words at him and I ran away because I didn’t want him to see me break down in tears  .

But I cried my life out once I was in the confinement of my apartment .

Oh it’s really painful and humiliating as I also knew the lady he was planning to get married to. I asked my self what has culture, religion, got to do with love and marriage? A lot you’ll say and I agreed a lot.But my heart is soooo crushed I feel like a trailer ran over me or better to say I got hit by a train.

3 Months have passed now and am moving on ,but I miss him the way we drive round town,his smile ,his touch and his ideas.But I’ll be just fine “with tears in my eyes” guess I don’t sound convincing .Shhhh, I still miss him .                                                                                                     
...............................................................................................................Memoirs of GD 1