The lover I never had
While sewing absentmindedly today, my mind traveled. My mind wanders a lot. Either I’m imagining stuff or I’m reliving memories. If it’s happy/exciting imagination or memories, I would find myself smiling so deeply a shy silly smile that can be only found on the face of one thinking of her lover. And when my thoughts are sad, there’s a free show of tears. Someone would walk in on me crying ugly tears and I will be too embarrassed to explain that I’m crying from a scenario I made up in my head. Just as a typical Nigerian uses ‘Lol’ or ‘Omo’ when speechless, my answer, in this case, is ‘You will not understand’. And in the real sense of it, you won’t maidia .🤣🤣 Today, my thoughts wandered far. Years ago. My 100 level days. There was this guy whose name I would replace with Ben. Which rhymes with his real name. And my close friends from 100 level who knew him would likely remember. Memory fails me on how I met Ben. But I sha met Ben and he is one of the sweetest humans I’ve met.
