Well in truth, I have nothing to do; my state now is what many call searching for meaning: of course if for you if that means being cooked up at home waiting for a break, well welcome aboard.
I know an idle mind is a devils workshop; well, I am not providing him with the tools so I think am good for now but all alone in my sanctuary got me thinking (don’t worry no be scam, just a thought) about someone. If you are still in high school you can call it a crush but I think I would rather call my case ADMIRATION. Hey, I am not denying my feelings; I am just putting a square peg in square hole.
You can become friends with a lot of people and admire different aspects of them. Some guys are good at admiring the physiognomy of a woman; you could also admire the voice, charisma, personality, etc. Guys although I can’t vouch for you on the last three attributes because you know, that you know; that you know, that the first attribute is like your thermometer for accessing hotness (chuckles). Beg your pardon for being so vain ladies but “na true talk abi”
Well back to my Muse since she is the source of my inspiration this afternoon. I have tried seeing what to me is what I admire in her most, but the truth is I can’t put my finger to it yet. It’s like something goes all hippy giddy when I picture her ebony face with her silky black hair cascading the sides of her face (I know I am like Shakespeare in the building). It’s not only her face but her laugh; sort of like the giggling of a child in the cool of the night with music to it even her soft tears as they flow down the contours that form the landscape of her face and neck. All this and more seem to have no fault to me.
Hey, I am man right, being all mushy, mushy will get you killed in this Lagos jungle. The stories I have heard alone not to include the tales on African magic is enough to make a brother buckle up, strap you seat belt and fly at the sight of the L word. Don’t be amazed at my reluctance to say it completely that is just a reflection of the many, many peeps out there who in truth cannot say that word, and if they do check their back, they must have had their fingers crossed or maybe its their heart that’s been crossed. Well I am not trying to chide any one but if I am to remain old school; open the door for the lady and get down one knee kind of thing, how long do you think I would last?
Remember those old American movies of the one guy who sacrifices for his country: the heroes like Harrison Ford in Air force One, Will Smith in Independence Day. Well what if hypothetically speaking, now note I do not have much information about her or her feelings for moi, so I am taking a dive. So imagine that I play the old fashion heroic role of boy meets girl and tries to woo girl and saves her from the evil witch, then boy gets girl and they both live happily ever after. Hmmmmm, even now I can hear the Lagosian in me calling me names: maga, mumu aka MU2, _______ you can fill in the blank space “chuckling”.
Okay I know this boredom must be getting to me but indulge me for a moment maybe I am not the only one that is in such a situation. So like those on screen heroes who were courageous, go getters, we take the challenge, walk up and say hi and ladies be nice okay…Who’s with me!!!(Speech: works in the movies every time...*grinning*)
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