I blink twice, and it’s already April.

I need therapy, and you will be my therapist for today.

Nothing serious. It is just a Gbish Gbish picture of me taking ice cream.

Let’s play pretend; You are a stranger, and I am meeting you for the first time at a music-listening party.

I’ll paint a scenario.

A Facebook friend reached out to me to attend his music listening party, and I obliged. Fantastic sound, beautiful music–why not?

The event is supposed to begin at 4 pm, but I arrive at 4:38 pm. I know I am thirty-eight minutes late.

Why?

The driver of the Keke I entered decided to stylishly stop for everybody on the road who looked like they needed a ride.

“Oga abeg, I don late. No dey stop for road every two two minutes.”

I do not let my intrusive thoughts win. I refuse to say those words. Instead, I wear a fake smile every time he looks at me pleadingly through the rear mirror. Plus, I don’t have money for Uber.

I’m here now, so what does it matter? I’m just thirty-eight minutes late.

Everyone is fixated on the girl on stage reciting a poem. She’s not doing it in the conventional way; no dramatic pauses, no theatrical voice.

Just her, standing there speaking softly while some ambient music plays in the background.

I can’t tell if the music is meant to set the mood or distract us from the words. Either way, I don't get it, but everyone else seems to.

I see an empty seat and journey to it. I am seated next to you.

You: (Leans over slightly with a smile) Hey.

Silence.

I am fiddling with my phone, texting my friend that I just got here. I scan through the room, but I don’t see him anywhere.

You repeat yourself to make sure I hear you.

I heard you, I just don’t want to talk to you.

I am lying. I want to talk to you. You are a stranger, so talking to you would feel easier, safer, or…maybe not?

I stand up without thinking too hard and motion for you to follow me outside.

Who in their right senses follows a stranger they know nothing about to God knows where.?

But you do.

Because you are curious. And let’s be honest…you like amebo. Just like how invested you are with reading this newsletter.

If you haven’t subscribed to this newsletter, please subscribe so we can continue playing pretend.

We are standing opposite each other just beside the building. You wear a confused look, like you are trying to figure out what’s going on or maybe searching for the right words.

Me: ( blurts out) I don’t know how to speak my language, and I hate that people fault me for it.

You still look confused. I like that you are confused.

Me: People make fun of me, and it’s really not fair. How do I explain to them that being born in a particular place does not equate to automatically learning the language? The place you grew up, and the people you interact with play a huge role. (Pauses)

Both of my parents are not even from the same place so I didn’t grow up with either of them speaking their languages to me.

I’ll literally punch the next person who makes statements like “It’s such a shame that in your big age, you do not know how to speak any language.”

I heave a sigh of relief. I am relieved that I stated my piece.

You: (Smiling) Oh wow! It is such a shame that in your big age, you do not know how to speak any language.

I think you realized I was serious about my threat when you landed on the ground.

Newsflash: I JUST PUNCHED YOU IN THE FACE!!!

Ntoorrrr.

If this is your first impression of me

I am not a violent person, please. I just miss writing fiction dazzol. You can visit my profile to read my other newsletters where I not punching you but being all sweet and loving to you.

*Kisses!

I saw something on IG

Someone asked this question: “I keep falling into sin and asking for forgiveness. I’m wearing of this lifestyle. What do I do?”

Here is the answer by Minister Darasimi Oyor.

by @darasimi_gloria

In case you don’t know

- Rufaida Yogurt has me on a chokehold. Especially the strawberry flavour. I don’t know how to stop. Please, helppppp!!

*Whispers: I mean, send me plenty money so I can buy more.

A rare photo of Rufaida yogurt and fab!

- I’m gradually getting a hang of this Product Design thingy and I looovee ittt. I mean, I literally just designed my very first mobile app. *Flips imaginary ponytail and winks.

- I watched The Summer I Turned Pretty, and I’m team Jeremiah. If you think otherwise, you like toxic people, end.

- I’m seriously rooting for Ebun’s relationship! I love love. Scratch that, I love intentional love. Dear God, thanks on her behalf.

- Matt Bennett (Robbie from Victorious) is on a tour with the songs from Victorious. It feels like I’m reliving my childhood watching video clips from the tour on TikTok. It also feels like I’m healing from a trauma I never knew existed.

- Please stop billing me, I don’t have moneyyyy. I’m my parents’ firstborn. Thank you, God bless! Amen.

- Jesus loves you.

Bible verse of the week: But the Comforter, which is the Holy Ghost, whom the Father will send in my name, he shall teach you all things, and bring all things to your remembrance, whatsoever I have said unto you.

John 14: 26

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I love you, and there is absolutely nothing you can do about it.
Bye for now, till I write to you next time.

With Love,

Fortune.