miss YOU

Ever felt like you cannot breath, like life is leaving you; I mean constantly gasping for air even in an air-conditioned room. And sadly it’s not as a result of blocked air-duct caused by excess smoking. I mean when you feel helpless, and almost crying just because of a human being. Mscheew!!! It’s painful but it’s true. A period where you are utterly tired of using technology to reach her; you simply miss her and dearly crave are presence. Facebook is terribly slow, twitter is aiight,  but it don’t allow full expression of one’s internal, they restrict or limit excess out pour of flows; so that medium too is dulling. And the more the means to communicate fail to work, the greater the intensity associated with the ‘missing’ you just want to see, hold and feel this girl.

You desire a walk in the day time with your little fingers interwoven; then for THEwriter his other hand in his pocket, or explaining reality while making graphical explanations pointing towards objects. No doubt R.I.M brought it closer, you can actually take shots of events as they unfold and send as e de happen, and Ping all the not having to be at MTN’s mercy of 4-7 Naira. It still don’t compare to those nights you are parked in-front of opposite Studio 24 to tidy indomie, its 2 a.m its cold, and both of you are still holding, now she’s placing the order cos  she kno ow her boo lik it.

Mid-Night Call also known by the distinguished AJE as Happy-Hour… yeah we spoke in the day time, you told me about work, and how you did a couple laundry and stuff, and also how I’ll pay-in as regards the shoes I promised; I see the smile on your face, but there is one baddest, sweetest gist I have to gist you at night, ‘if I tell u now it wunt be sweet’ ‘but don’t sleep oh!’ ‘I have to wait till wen ur in bed’ ‘I’ll start callin u from 12’

FRESH!!! Gaskiya, but THEwriter would have preferred you so close I can feel the hair behind your neck, and you feel my breath… I MISS YOUR PRESENCE.

Thank you

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