Falling in love — A complete waste of time
Ah, there I was — the most God-fearing SS1 girl I knew. I had convinced myself that boys were yucky, unfortunate, uncultured swines (wahala? 😂).
My sister, I still don’t know where I got that mindset from at that early age. Movies? 🤷♀️🤷♀️ Stories? I don’t know; but I made up my mind to fall in love once, and marry that person.
So, you know that thing that happens in movies na. You expect the plot to go in this direction, and like sorcerers, the writers pull a fast one on you — The girl’s father is actually the girl’s twin brother; the money everyone has been fighting for has a bomb on it, yunno, kini kan kini kan.
That’s how it happened for me too. There was this senior, senior Kelechi.☺
Oh boy! Now that I’m older, I think I can pinpoint why I fell for him like a pack of cards. He was very tall, very fine, athletic, and smooth with words.
Little me just felt like “Ahan, God, this is new, but I accept your offer to like this senior. Just let him like me back, the way I will serve you ehn, it will shock you.”
Then I did what anyone would do when they want something — I put in effort.
That’s when I learnt, so early in life, that falling in love is a complete waste of time.
Friend, I turned to a stalker (Oyinlade, jhor naw 😂).
I found a way to get his 2go name (I will not talk about the “way.” You’re gonna drag meeeeeeee😂). I practically lived on his 2go page. I knew when he was online, when I see “Kelly is typing,” I was convinced I had made it in life.
I would chat with him while washing plates (I said “while,” let my phone spoil, but my love shall remain 😎). The one that shocked me was during a family devotion moment. Nothing could ever distract me from family devotion moments, but that day, I snuck into the toilet to chat with him. 😶
My mummy can now know, no wahala. Mummy, I left prayers to go and chat with boy in the toilet.
In school nko? I became tongue-tied anytime we saw, but I’d find a way to go and greet him.
Let me just tell you now, he didn’t like me back, Kobo o! If I show you my picture that time, 😂 I was so small, and so awkward. Let me even show you.
Dear Lord. 😂 Well, years have passed, and I still think falling in love is a waste of time. You want to talk to this person all day, but you have other things to do with your life.
You think about them a lot; your mind wanders and you want to know how they are doing, but you need your focus.
You want to stay awake and catch up with the time you missed with them, but do you know you need to sleep well to be productive? Why are you denying yourself sleep? Is it really worth it?
Is it really worth it? You are wasting time!
Then you look at the other side of the spectrum, and you’re grateful to feel this emotion. You know it’s an emotion designed by God to aid coexistence.
You recognize this emotion — It’s similar to how you feel about your favorite food. It’s what makes it possible for you to eat the same thing over and over again.
If this “wasteful activity” is reciprocated, the person you “fell for” fell for you, and both of you are now on the floor, then you’re even more convinced — No, this is not a waste of time.
