The men in my life *(1)

The first time I noticed it was in university. Everywhere I was or I went, I always seemed to attract one particular guy. No, not the way you’re thinking. 

Let me give you a general description of this guy: He’s nice, he’s kind, he looks out for me and he makes me laugh. And he’s always not interested in me or I’m not interested in him or neither one of us is in a position to do anything about it. 

But it all started when I was in junior secondary school. There was this guy: Folahan, who went to my church, was three years ahead of me and looked out for me. He got married, last week I think. But alas, I had to work.

And in senior secondary school, there was Tayo. And Bolu. Who I’ve mentioned here once before. And Wale. But Wale was a part time friend, who I showed my poems to, got advice from and knew not to get too closely attached to. Both of them, Tayo and Bolu had some of the same characteristics. They had super smarts, were incredibly funny (or maybe I really just like to laugh, regardless of if something is funny or not) and looked out for me. I hope never to forget coming out of a two hour crying jag and blowing my nose on my handkerchief or was it Bolu’s? Sad memory. Perhaps I’d best forget it.

And in university, there was Dimeji. Dimeji was special. He still is. Despite the fact that we hardly talk anymore. From year 2 to his graduation, (he was 2 years ahead), it even spilled over into law school, he was always there. One or seven phone calls away. He helped me somewhat through some of the toughest periods of my life, and even though we’re not as close anymore, I’ll always be grateful to him for that. I definitely don’t plan to miss his wedding, that’s for sure. But then again, he hasn’t even proposed to his girlfriend of an indeterminate number of years, so I shouldn’t be thinking farther than he is. 

*I’m writing this post so I don’t forget. It seems impossible that I’d forget people so incredibly close to me at various points in my life but the smallest pen is stronger than the sharpest memory. And even though I’m quite a private person and this post is definitely TMI, I don’t want my job to be the only thing I have left in my life by year’s end. I like my blog and I refuse to let my job take my readers away from me as well. So, make of it whatever you will.

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9 thoughts on “The men in my life *(1)

  1. The man God has prepared for you will be like all of them. He will be nice, kind, look out for you and make you laugh. You will start out as friends because friends make the best husbands. God sent those men into your life to help you recognize the one He has chosen for you. We see the outside; God sees the heart. Don’t waste your time with a man who does not have these qualities – no matter how handsome he is. My husband has scars on his face from 52 stitches when he was in a car accident as a child. Now they look like age lines. Everyone tells him he hasn’t changed a bit. We celebrated our 35th wedding anniversary on Monday. We are still happy and in love.

    1. I have reflected so often on this comment. Thank you for taking the time to write it. Now that I’m of an age and at a point in my life where I’m not averse to being in a relationship, I find myself looking out for those things myself. And he has to be God fearing too.
      I do pray that I won’t compromise my standards. Thank you once again for a beautiful comment.

  2. Hi, I’m Kay, I kinda think we are related. forget blood lines.we must elude some aura cos I just read my story on a strangers page.

    1. 1. Because I didn’t want to date at the time.
      2. Because they didn’t want to date at the time.
      3. Because 1 thought I was crazy but still fun enough. That’s pretty much it

      1. Hahaahahahah.
        Thanks for your answers though.
        The “I didn’t want to date… they didn’t want to date” sounded poetic! [O se, Rapper!]

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