Shameless Thoughts pt.2 (An Ode to Self)
Now you know me. You remember my shameless desires? You remember them right? Good. Let me take you through my journey, a journey about shamelessness and the story of a girl I met. I am deconstructing popular misconceptions about ‘Emotional Men’ through expressive writing. An Ode to Self.
More Love, Less Ego
Yeah you heard it right. More love. I am at a stage in my life that I need more love and it doesn’t matter which form it comes in, whether romantic, platonic or unconditional. Life is too difficult to do it alone chale. We need love to face the harsh realities of life, something to fall back on when we get hit in the face.
I am more open to create meaningful connections now more than ever. Man dey grow omo. When the push comes to shove, who will be there?
I need more love for money. I want the ability to fund my shameless desires, the daring adventures and exclusive travels with my woman. I want it all. I want to help people in any way that I can. I want the soft life for my family. They deserve it. Love is necessary for existence. Most people do not wanna die because they love themselves too much to lose it all.
Life is too difficult to do it alone. We need love to face the harsh realities of life, something to fall back on when we get hit in the face.
I met a girl…
I met a girl yes, I did. Over the weekend, I’ve had and continue to have one of the most intense and heartfelt conversations I’ve ever had in my life. She’s a work of art. She’s dead smart, jaw-dropping gorgeous and extremely funny. She’s the type you’ll look at twice when you’re crossing the road even at the expense of your death.
I met a girl. She has been dangerously honest with me. She keeps sharing her deepest fears with me because she knows I am a kindred spirit and I would completely understand. She makes me feel seen and heard. I listen and she likes that. When I don’t see her texts everyday, the day feels strange. Her smile is contagious.
I am painting you a portrait. Hold on.
Oh yes! I met a girl! on the nasty and dangerous streets littered with liars and the fake lot. She’s there, a spectator, just like me. We met by a popcorn stand. I commented and showed support and she agreed. We became friends. It is scary how the friendship seems like a year old when it’s actually a weekend old.
I said folks! I met a girl! She’s insanely strong-willed and knows what she wants to do with her life. She loves the soft life sha. Wait, scratch that. She lives for the softest life. She doesn’t want stress and if you bore her, she cuts you off like a piece of shit. You see her and you see elitism. If you don’t know her, she might come off as scary and unapproachable to you but I promise, she’s the goofiest chic on the block.
For the last time church! I met a girl! Her views on religion is as critical as mine. She fought her internal battles and she’s healing from them. She’s a feminist and won’t take no bullshit from no one. She wants to be a humanitarian lawyer. I guess she has a soft spot for people who’ve been through it. We wanted to find something we both couldn’t agree on. We didn’t and still haven’t. It’s strange, she says. She’s strong, black and beautiful and yes, I did really meet a girl.
Do me a favor
I am human, do me a favor, treat me like one
I have emotions, do me a favor, do not use them against me
I have fears, do me a favor, help me overcome them
I have goals, do me a favor, help me achieve them
I have love to give, do me a favor, help me share it.
Do me a favor, don’t do me no favors, these are your words not mine.
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