You're such a pretty young thing, your beauty is still untouched, untainted, saintly. You're green, still green, yet to embark on hurt's journey. Green, leafy green, not yet jaded, not yet faded. Run, while you're still ahead.
He stands tall, his shoulders wide and broad, fanning his slender hips. He just got a shave; sharp and modern. His white native is very well tailored, he looks like a million bucks. He's got the right words, the right lines, always knows the right thing to say. And it doesn't matter if he's flawed when he says "I'm making you mine, I'm not here to play". I know he makes you weak in the knees but those legs need to be strong, you need them to run. Run, little girl run, while you're still ahead.
He's something new and different, something exciting, something mysterious. There's just something so sexy about something that might be dangerous. But with this Prince Charming there can be no danger, your happiness is the only thing for which he's desirous. When you're with him you're happy, you're excited, you're delirious! You try to hide it but you can't hide the obvious. Run, baby girl run!!!
After church service last night I met up with a friend at The Palms for a movie. I ran into my Ex, who happened to be on a date. When I looked at the chic he was with, my heart melted. Classic case of the Lion and the lamb. *Lekan is so going to slaughter this girl! This first word that came to my mind was RUN!!!
She's so young, about 21 or 22, but it's not just the age, it's her wide eyed innocence, her vulnerability, her naïveté. There's something so open and trusting about her that made me want to wrap her in my shawl and take her home to her mummy.
Barely an hour after they left Lekan called me. The call is actually to gauge my reaction, to weigh if I'm upset or nah. I assured him I'm not upset, I'm just worried.
"About what?" He asks. I say; "Lekan, that babe. Please nau guy! Couldn't you find someone else? Couldn't you find somebody wey don tear eye like you? Why do you want to scatter that innocenty?".
Lekan laughs, a very sinister and knowing laugh. "Seriously, she's so innocent. Why do you want to do this, you know you just want to f***!" . More laughter, he's not denying it. He knows I'm right, we both know I know him too well and he can't BS me. "Seriously though, sometimes look at these girls like your sister. How would you feel if someone did what you're doing, to your sister?"
"Abeg abeg abeg. She's not my sister jare!" he says dismissively, ending that conversation. "But Val, I dey miss you ooo", he says. I smile, and SMH. Lekan is the only person who still calls me Valerie...
I can't stop thinking about her, and I send her my best wishes wherever she is.
But then maybe it's just as well, maybe this is her rite of passage into womanhood... there must be battle scars on this journey, she's found her first conqueror but she will survive it, we always do. And it will make her stronger and wiser... I wish I could say it always does. Unfortunately some of us never get wiser. We keep falling for the same types of jerks that use our hearts to play ping pong... (This is only pardonable if you're still in your 20s IMHO).
It's that mystery I've never been able to unravel; why do good girls love bad guys? Why do bad guys love good girls? Why don't they date girls that are just as "bad" as they are? Not fair!
Do you remember your very first heartbreak? Yay if you do, who was it, how old were you, how long did it take you to get over him/her. Spill, I've got nothing but time today! My heart has be broken like plate, shredded like suya, torn like paper, too many times to remember the first one sef. Smh!