WILL SHE ACCEPT MY PROPOSAL?

She was glued to her phone,

She was busy frolicking with her phone,

I couldn’t keep my eyes off her,

I tried breaking the ice,

I was scare of being a victim of rejection.

 

In a space of time,

Many thoughts occupied my mind,

My mind was busy dangling,

I was in quandary of what to do,

Many questions occupied my mind,

 

I kept asking if I should start conversing,

I kept thinking about the outcome of our conversation before I started,

Does it worth a while,

Does my intention right,

Do I need bothering her?

Do I need to go extra miles?

And this kept weighing me down.

 

She is good looking,

Her fairness is classy,

She is a mulatto,

She is attractive, colorful, charming, alluring and beautiful.

Her voice is damn sonorous and catchy,

I noticed maturity and stability in her voice.

Her observed her to be reserve and trained.

 

Despite, my mind being busy on what to do,

She was busy chatting,

Only God Knows who she is chatting with.

I think she didn’t have my time,

I might just end up being a nuisance to her,

I might end up disturbing her flow and comfort,

She seems to be enjoying her company by herself,

She seems to be comfortable with her world.

 

Why do I have to disturb her?

When I knew that she is satisfied with her world,

I don’t want to be a pest and a parasite.

It is better for me,

To be mindful of my business.

 

In spite of all this,

Something kept pushing me to break a ice,

It gradually becoming a burden,

Till I summon courage and I start conversing with her,

 

Hello, Pretty face,

Can we break the ice and start talking?

Since we are on a long journey,

I think we both have to keep ourselves busy,

Talking to each other and keeping each other’s company.

 

Initially, her countenance was sharp and unreceptive,

Till she returns my kind gesture in talking to her,

With a flash of her white dentition,

Which encouraged me to continue talking with her.

No problem. She responded.

I was perplexed when she made her first response,

Telling me that she has been longing to look for a way to break the ice,

She has wanted to converse with me,

The first moment she saw me afar,

But….

 

Can you continue. I asked

I was afraid of being rejected. She replied.

I was also afraid of being rejected by you. I answered her.

 

What a coincidence.

Both of us are victims of assumption.

We are cocooned and cornered in our own world,

Thinking that that world will reject us.

 

We kept talking and smiling,

Without control, we broke the ice,

Without limitation,

We build bridge of relationship,

We thought it will end on after our journey,

The relationship grew and matured,

Into another relationship,

And till this moment,

We are still glued together,

In a relationship that will last till eternity.

 

The assumption of rejection could have robbed us of our marital destiny,

The assumption about the world been mean, crude and cruel to us,

Would have been a limitation that would have marred our destiny,

A dint of trial saved us and kept us till today.

 

Never allow fear of rejection keep you down.

 

Note:

This is purely a work of fiction.

Any resemblance to any true-life story is coincidental.

 

©Mlst communications 2018

 

 

MLST FICTION:AM I IN LOVE WITH A STRANGER OR WITH AN ANGEL?—(8 minutes read)

It was quite unusual and strange,

Closing early from work,

All I needed is rest

All I want is complete relaxation,

What I want is to dodge the stress of the day.

 

The rush hour scared me,

All I could do is to rush with the rush hour,

As I was getting to the bus stop to pick a cab,

Amid my desire to get a cab without delay,

As I was about entering the cab,

I realized that the cab is almost filled up,

As I was trying to figure out where I could place my butt.

 

I heard a feminine voice,

Asking me to come over,

Telling me that there is a vacant seat by her side.

I refused being budge by her demand,

All I want is a place to calm my nerves for the time being.

 

Never take cognizance of her,

Never gave her the right countenance,

All I could offer her was a harsh look,

All I could offer her was a weary countenance,

What I want is a place of comfort and relaxation,

Then I sat down,

I breathe a sigh of relief.

Though, she was not bothered by my unfriendly countenance.

 

Immediately, the cab filled up,

I was happy that I will be home soon,

Though, the journey home was boring,

Everybody seems to be focused and unconcerned,

Tiredness and fatigue overwhelmed the entire cab,

It might have been a hectic day for all for us.

 

She started talking,

She started getting friendly and familiar,

Initially I ignored her and her conversation,

She remained adamant and resilient,

Trying all she could do in her capacity to break the ice.

 

I tried my possible best to ignore her,

She was outspoken and a natural extrovert,

She kept on dishing out gist as it comes to her mind.

 

Later it became embarrassing,

When I didn’t give her any answer,

She kept talking,

At a point I decided to change my mind,

I started conversing with her.

 

While we were gisting,

I observed how fulfilled she was,

When I started talking with her,

I observed a kind of relief on her face,

I confirmed how desperate she is to relate with someone

Later I asked her some questions,

I discovered that she has been expecting me to relate with her from the onset,

A reason while she offered me a seat by her side,

We kept talking,

We kept rolling from one discussion to the other,

Passengers and driver kept wondering if we had known each other before,

Our relationship was quite strange.

 

It was as if we had been friend for a long time,

Our chatting was smooth and soothing,

As I was expecting before,

My journey home was damn relaxing and soothing.

She really made my day,

She was current and versed in almost all subject matters,

 

We got to the point of departure,

She alighted and bade me goodbye,

We exchanged pleasantries and waved at each other.

She rushed back and call my name,

I was surprised and kept wondering,

 

She asked for my digit,

I gave her my digit,

We ended up exchanging phone numbers,

 

While alone on my way home,

The memory of this damsel was overwhelming,

It was as if a veil was removed from my eyes,

I observed and realized,

How beautiful she is,

She is an ebony with complete dark-skinned,

The thought of her  arrested my being,

I am yet to recover from having part of my day with her,

 

I expected to relax at the end of the day,

It is getting to a week now,

I am yet to find a place to trash the memory of her,

The memory of her beautiful face stick to my mind,

And all I could wish myself is to see her again.

 

I tried to give her a call,

I discovered that I didn’t save her digit,

The only thing that could save me,

Is for her to call me,

Maybe we could have more time to gist again.

 

The thought of her kept creeping into my head,

Everything on my mind is always paused whenever I remember her,

She is gradually taking hold of me,

She is a stranger that  stole something away from me.

 

I kept asking myself so many questions,

Am I in Love?

I have been trying to give answer to this,

I have been trying to dodge reality,

Something in me,

Kept confirming that I have soft spot for her,

Something in me kept telling me that I am gradually losing it,

A silent voice kept telling me that I am in love,

 

I kept blushing and shying away from the truth,

I kept asking myself,

 

AM I IN LOVE WITH A STRANGER?

 

AM I IN LOVE WITH AN ANGEL?

 

Where do I belong?

What do I do?

 

Falling in love with an angel or with a stranger?

 

Which is which?

Am I in love?

 

 

NB:This is just a product of imagination and fiction.

 

©mlstcommunications 2018

©mlstmedia 2018

 

 

 

 

 

A LETTER TO YOU—(7 MINUTES READ).

In the comfort of my living room,

On a cool Sunday evening,

I have been doing nothing but relaxing,

From the stress of domestic chores,

I have been resting.

Far away from the hustling and burstling of the city,

I laid down low thinking about you.

 

In my comfort and convenience,

I kept wondering,

I kept asking myself,

What exactly I have left undone,

I kept thinking about my day,

I kept wondering about,

How I have spent my day,

I tried to think that I have done all that is necessary for the day,

Something in me,

Kept telling me that,

My day is incomplete.

 

 

letter 3

 

I kept asking myself questions,

What is that thing,

I left unattended to.

 

In the midst of deep thinking,

I recollected that one thing is not yet done,

Later realized that,

I haven’t pen a word,

Later realized that,

I haven’t scribe and write.

 

In order to have a complete day,

I composed and comport myself,

To scribe and write,

In the course of thinking about,

What to write about,

I realized that you are in my mind.

 

Eventhough, I didn’t know you,

Irrespective of the distance between us,

Despite the differences between us,

Something keeps telling me that you are waiting for a word from me.

 

I might be far away from you,

I might be of different language, colour,race,tribe and religion,

One thing that made us,

Is nothing but

The bond of humanity.

 

 

What exactly is the situation around you?

What are you passing through at this moment?

Are you giving up now?

Do you think your problem has no solution?

Do you think you are alone?

Do you think that the world is wicked to you?

Are you depressed?

Are you contemplating suicide?

Are you inconvenient and uncomfortable?

Are you loosing hope,

Is your faith in a better day becoming impossible?

 

No matter the ugliness of the situation around you,

No matter the dirtiness of the shame you are enmeshed in,

No matter the depth of disappointment,

No matter the vicious cycle of generational penury,

No matter how weak and feeble you might be,

 

I want you to know,

I want to you to realize and understand,

I want you to believe in yourself,

I want you to uphold your confidence,

I want you to be faith-filled and hopeful.

 

It is just a matter of patience,

It is just a matter of time,

It will soon fade out,

 

What you have today,

Was a point of hope and prayers in the time past,

Likewise,

what you are passing through now,

Will end up expiring.

All that is present,

All that is available,

Every present reality,

Is bound to change.

Behind every blue sky,

There is always a silver lining.

Ahead of that gloomy moment,

Lies the beauty and reality of a brighter day.

 

Be calm,

Be patient,

Be watchful.

Be hopeful,

Be prayerful.

Your time of celebration,

Is at hand.

Don’t give up.

 

I am waiting for you,

To relay your story of,

Conquest and victory.

 

I am expecting your laughter,

I am expecting your smile,

I am waiting for your tears of joy.

 

Just wait,

It won’t be long,

It won’t be forlorn,

It won’t be eternity,

When your story,

Will take a new turn.

 

Just wait.

It is a  matter of time and patience.

Those who wait patiently,

For the right thing,

At the right time,

Will live to see the reality,

Of a right thing at the right time.

 

Even when the reality on ground,

Is against every possible solution,

Keep moving,

Keep believing,

Keep your head up,

When others are loosing their heads.

 

letter 2

 

I promised you,

It will soon be over,

When you shall look back,

And all that will be available on your lips,

Are the stories of victories and conquests.

 

This is my letter to you at this moment.

Be yourself.

Live in the centre of the reality of the purpose of your existence.

Be impartful,

Be impactful,

Be a trailblazer,

Be the solution others are hopeful for.

 

Ahead of you,

Lies the beauty of a brighter day.

 

Ahead of you,

Lies the reality of a glorious future.

 

Keep moving.

It will soon be your turn.

 

This is my little way of reaching out to you.

 

Tag:

 

#Inspiration#

 

#Motivation#

 

#Poem#

 

#Letter#

 

Ref:

 

http://unsplash.com

 

 

©Mlst.blog 2018.

 

©Fadeyi Felix Femi

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A LETTER TO YOU—(7 MINUTES READ).

In the comfort of my living room,

On a cool Sunday evening,

I have been doing nothing but relaxing,

From the stress of domestic chores,

I have been resting.

Far away from the hustling and burstling of the city,

I laid down low thinking about you.

 

In my comfort and convenience,

I kept wondering,

I kept asking myself,

What exactly I have left undone,

I kept thinking about my day,

I kept wondering about,

How I have spent my day,

I tried to think that I have done all that is necessary for the day,

Something in me,

Kept telling me that,

My day is incomplete.

 

 

letter 3

 

I kept asking myself questions,

What is that thing,

I left unattended to.

 

In the midst of deep thinking,

I recollected that one thing is not yet done,

Later realized that,

I haven’t pen a word,

Later realized that,

I haven’t scribe and write.

 

In order to have a complete day,

I composed and comport myself,

To scribe and write,

In the course of thinking about,

What to write about,

I realized that you are in my mind.

 

Eventhough, I didn’t know you,

Irrespective of the distance between us,

Despite the differences between us,

Something keeps telling me that you are waiting for a word from me.

 

I might be far away from you,

I might be of different language, colour,race,tribe and religion,

One thing that made us,

Is nothing but

The bond of humanity.

 

 

What exactly is the situation around you?

What are you passing through at this moment?

Are you giving up now?

Do you think your problem has no solution?

Do you think you are alone?

Do you think that the world is wicked to you?

Are you depressed?

Are you contemplating suicide?

Are you inconvenient and uncomfortable?

Are you loosing hope,

Is your faith in a better day becoming impossible?

 

No matter the ugliness of the situation around you,

No matter the dirtiness of the shame you are enmeshed in,

No matter the depth of disappointment,

No matter the vicious cycle of generational penury,

No matter how weak and feeble you might be,

 

I want you to know,

I want to you to realize and understand,

I want you to believe in yourself,

I want you to uphold your confidence,

I want you to be faith-filled and hopeful.

 

It is just a matter of patience,

It is just a matter of time,

It will soon fade out,

 

What you have today,

Was a point of hope and prayers in the time past,

Likewise,

what you are passing through now,

Will end up expiring.

All that is present,

All that is available,

Every present reality,

Is bound to change.

Behind every blue sky,

There is always a silver lining.

Ahead of that gloomy moment,

Lies the beauty and reality of a brighter day.

 

Be calm,

Be patient,

Be watchful.

Be hopeful,

Be prayerful.

Your time of celebration,

Is at hand.

Don’t give up.

 

I am waiting for you,

To relay your story of,

Conquest and victory.

 

I am expecting your laughter,

I am expecting your smile,

I am waiting for your tears of joy.

 

Just wait,

It won’t be long,

It won’t be forlorn,

It won’t be eternity,

When your story,

Will take a new turn.

 

Just wait.

It is a  matter of time and patience.

Those who wait patiently,

For the right thing,

At the right time,

Will live to see the reality,

Of a right thing at the right time.

 

Even when the reality on ground,

Is against every possible solution,

Keep moving,

Keep believing,

Keep your head up,

When others are loosing their heads.

 

letter 2

 

I promised you,

It will soon be over,

When you shall look back,

And all that will be available on your lips,

Are the stories of victories and conquests.

 

This is my letter to you at this moment.

Be yourself.

Live in the centre of the reality of the purpose of your existence.

Be impartful,

Be impactful,

Be a trailblazer,

Be the solution others are hopeful for.

 

Ahead of you,

Lies the beauty of a brighter day.

 

Ahead of you,

Lies the reality of a glorious future.

 

Keep moving.

It will soon be your turn.

 

This is my little way of reaching out to you.

 

Tag:

 

#Inspiration#

 

#Motivation#

 

#Poem#

 

#Letter#

 

Ref:

 

http://unsplash.com

 

 

©Mlst.blog 2018.

 

©Fadeyi Felix Femi