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Nairaland General › Untitled Post by Sidiking(op): 9:23am On May 28, 2020

You saw a beautiful girl, you like her. You fought tirelessly to win her heart, you wake up in the middle of the night to text her messages. You swore you love her, you call her pet names.You adore all her imperfections, you love whatever she puts on. You spend all time with her without complaining. You clean her face and wipe her tears. You gently won her heart, you made her believe in you.

She came to trust you! You assured her that you will always be there for her. You gave her hope and she believed you are different.She believes she has found LOVE again. She threw her pride away. She forgot that value she attached to herself. She has refused everyone that competes with you for her. You could now hold her phone all day long. She now tells everyone that care to hear that she has found HIM at last.

And now, you are thinking of how best to break up with her. You begin to avoid her. Her presence now choke you up. Her voice now irritates you. She is now cheap to you. You yelled at her over little issues. You now clearly see where she had stretch marks. You now see that her English is filled with blunders. She is suddenly from a poor background and she is not your class.
Remember this Bro, every act on earth has pay back. And the payback always comes in the right proportion. You deceived her and had your way, and now you think she is cheap. You were only fortunate. With time she will forget you, but you will also receive disappointments where you had full hope.
CHANGE YOUR WAYS TODAY

Literature › The Traffic Market Place by Sidiking(op): 2:40pm On May 22, 2020*

As I step into my vehicle to make my way to the office of my supposed new employer along Samanda Market, my mind wandered back to the times when I will be stuck in the traffic along the market road trying to reach home or go out of town. The traffic is usually caused by the non relenting traders that chose to sell their goods on the road or the cut throat drivers that parks their vehicle improperly or the smugglers that smuggled rice in from the neighboring country who chose to openly display their products on the road and lastly the commotion caused by the non tolerating individuals that used the road for their day to day activities. The always busy market road will still have its frustrating look today as always...sigh!

As I stepped on the road, I observed few things. One could begin with the hot sun smiling down crookedly from above or the flies that hummed over rotten mangoes and foodstuff that was thrown away to the roadside and the corrupt policemen that made the market road their business ground and the hawkers their only hope of livelihood.

The always busy road of Samanda District Market dwindled with noise as buyers and sellers negotiate different products, except for passing motorists that got angry over the rowdiness of the market road which contribute a lot to the traffic congestion. This is the reason I had left home by 9am, I know too well that a large portion of the time will be spent in the traffic. I can't imagine the stress I will be going through on this road when I finally start working in that company. I am beginning to blame myself already, but I really don't have an alternative choice.

It took me only ten minutes to drive from my house to this market, but I spent about forty minutes in the traffic, and I'm walking into the office now ten minutes to my scheduled interview time. It is better to be early than late, I thought as I made my way to the Secretary that looks like a Receptionist at the entrance of the big room. Well, a good Secretary could perfectly fit for a Receptionist. Why having the two anyway, I thought as I move closer to the beautiful fair lady who was well dressed to booth. Must all Secretaries and Receptionists be light skinned ladies? I wonder.

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