Harobed TALES

I love him. I can’t help it. He doesn’t want me but I crave him like he is my daily bread. I have crossed oceans, well not literally but, I have gone the extra miles. I have been a great companion, brought my “best” to the table. He still didn’t want me. He didn't want me like I wanted him. He didn't want me like I wanted him to. (Does this tow the line of obsession? If not keep, if it does - expunge). THE ROBBERY- A real life experience I tried diverse tactics to rid the memory of him from my mind. But I failed woefully even as every dress I wanted to wear, every place I tried to hang out, every food I tried eating, perfumes, even the silhouette of a stranger reminded me of him. He was my soul mate. He had marked, eternally, into my soul the very essence of his being so badly. No one was even interested in making me theirs. And quite truthfully I didn’t want them to. In him I found an unexplainable satisfaction. I only wanted one thing: Him.

IT WAS LIKE ANY OTHER DAY, I was in my final year in the University and like any other individual in their final year I had a lot of pressure from my project, need to graduate with my class and the euphoria of life after school all came flooding into my daily routine. I  Anyway back to that day, I hadn’t been feeling too well as I was overly stressed from the final year week activities which had just ended the weekend before plus exams were in a few days. I was home resting when Fred came over  at noon , we had been friends for a little over 2 months and he had been awesome. Checking up on me when necessary and calling my phone out and do not over think it, we were just friends or should I say we are just friends considering this is over a year later and we constantly keep in touch. Where was I? Oh yes Fred came over and I complained to him that I needed to go grocery shopping as my house was empty and exams were in a few days but I was too exhausted to go alone. He offered

She wasn’t like any other girl I'd seen or met in my entire life, now I'm not saying this because I am like every other guy on the street who says this to any girl just to get in bed with her, but rather I say this because in truth she truly was different in ways that you could never imagine as a man or as a woman. She was uniquely formed and with each passing day I saw her in a different light…… Oh Doyin where are your manners? At least introduce yourself to your readers before getting lost in the sauce of memory lane. My bad guys, I am ADEDOYIN STEVEN BANKOLE and as at the time of this finding I was in the final year in the University of Lagos studying Software Engineering and life was fully ahead of me but as I write this down for your reading pleasure, I do so from my honeymoon suite in Dubai with the love of my life sleeping on my chest, so we could say the wedding has prompted this stroll down memory lane. Like I was saying, sh