FED UP SOMETIMES

I don't know if you feel this way but I do sometimes. Every day, minute or moment is not full of laughs for me. Sometimes, the thought of not having someone really close to share my ideas/ visions, apart from family and friends stress me out.

The need to just want to talk to someone who gets you and let the person rub your feet, clean feet I must add LOL, as you blab about how your day went with the crazy Lagos traffic can be so strong and unmet leaving you disappointed.

The thought of having to worry if I would meet someone who has the capacity to love from a pure real openness and vulnerability without a drop of ACT or LIE or SKIM or FAKE or GAME can leave your heart deflated as only realness pumps you up.

When your heart has been honestly given to maybe one or two or three or four or five or six or seven quest seekers who are limited in the wisdom required to explore the depth that flows from our hearts, then our heart is reluctant to go on another adventure of love. Even when it does, not without a pinch of fear or suspicion. Imagine the shock to realise that our hearts still bleed from a one year, maybe two years or three years or four years or five years or maybe a decade's hurt. Hmmmmmm!

Cast ALL your cares on the Lord. He cares BIG.

Everyone is all in your business passively or actively, relentlessly been nosy on where is Husband like I am God. They forget that some people are graced like Paul for a season or all through life. The presence of these nosy or maybe caring fellows propels me to dilute my “free as a bird persona” even though that is how I feel but so am not perceived as nonchalant which is the last thing that I am.

Nosy people have a way of making single-season look like a disease or wildernesses when it's actually a period of limitless pure intimacy with God "Singles care for the things of God" – 1 Corin 7vs34.

Giving love a chance feels like a scary déjà vu!

With all the requirements for been hooked constantly changing and getting more complex especially for someone who only wants REAL, the scary contentment of been single and comfortable in the season becomes an alluring option.

Our ears are fatigue from hearing promises during dates that are not respectfully kept. Our fingers, both hands and feet even on two, three rounds, can not sufficiently count how many broken promises. Loving God and me is the only REAL but how come Great GrandPa Adam and Great GrandMa Eve had it REAL because I remember seeing them on the pages of God’s love letters been shamelessly vulnerable.

Is REAL extincting to extinction?????

Even with desiring for REAL attachment, we feel overwhelmed by the thought of dating and courting for the M-World because it gets more complex like Further Mathematics for someone who is at "no love lost" with Mathematics!

 My eyes are green with envy not that the married ones found love but, that they have no idea how they are so liberated from the complicated plastic that characterises the 21st century dating world - "who is your father", "what do you do", "do you have a car", "how much do you earn”, "where do you work", "how many people have you slept with", “can you come over and cook”, "Can I touch your thighs", "Can I kiss you", "Are you a good kisser", "Can you blow". Such questions with selfish undertones are asked either through the mouth or through the eyes. Oh, our Plastic World.

In all these thoughts and realities the most powerful TRUTH hugs my heart - "Cast all your cares on the Lord" – 1 Peter 5vs7. "For I know that my God shall supply ALL my NEEDS" – Phil 4vs19.  

Rest Girl!

Hugs&High5💝💝💝

Your Single Buddy💕