TalkingB

Tag: Storytelling

  • FriendZone 80:20

    FriendZone 80:20

    It was a beautiful afternoon, a sunny day, sitting on a balustrade, gazing aimlessly at nothing. A so-called boring day I thought then, my friend surfaced, stressed-up, pale, maybe weary and obviously unhappy she was.

    So, I stood up and hugged her then I said – you have been like this for a while – WHY? She looked into my eyes not with surprise though, held my hands tight and said there’s this great guy she so much love, whom never made any move even as she had waited long enough but the closest thing He did was an “old schoolboy humor” so, I sat, offered her a chair and whisper a question – “WHAT’S THE RATIO”?

    She answered, 80:20 against herself then, I smiled and said Inverse is constant in the Law of Feelings and Love

    Alas! 20 at times maybe much more greater than 80 and the waiting is what makes it more romantic. He might have said it one thousand times but not to your taste, had recoiled into his shell each time and thought of another approach maybe that’s why He had always motivated you into a lighter mood. Let the dog be fierce and the cat be cunny, no matter what the problem is, their friendship is still intact. And suddenly, she stood up, loud she screamed those words “haven’t you punished me enough!”? “Why do you always torture me with words!”?

    I was mesmerized and dumbfounded as I watched her broke down and cried, I thought within myself “why am I so scared, why so stupid? Why am I no man enough? Why haven’t I summoned the courage to say those words that gave me sleepless night?

    I moved closer to her, touch her shoulder while she runs into my open arms and shed those tears of both joy and pain though I almost lost what I crave for most in life but, it’s all coming back to me.

    I looked into her eyes and said, “The 20 is truly much greater than the 80, each time you looked at me, there’s so much that you don’t see. If I can grow in your heart then the harvest is yours” As I locate her lips with mine, giving her my words with sweet saliva and so, she said, I will believe you when you say that you love me, with deep emotion, I echoed the words and woke-up.

    But the feeling is real.

  • Be the change, start recycling

    Be the change, start recycling

    Nina is hungry, exhausted from balance sheets and her nagging boss, drained in her sweat and above all,  she is stuck in a terrible traffic. Well, this is a usual thing if you live on the mainland and work on the Island in Lagos, Nigeria.

    As she let her mind wander and glanced around in a hysteric manner,  she observed a group of tired men hurriedly drinking from sachets bags (locally called pure water), which they landed on the ground after few seconds of quenching their thirst. Then, she gazed through the watercourse (gutter) that separated the road, it was filled with plastics of different shapes, colors, and sizes. She saw bottles, cans, disposables plates, plastic spoons,  and sachet bags, nylon bags, etc… 

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  • Loss and Pain

    Loss and Pain

    The anguish of loss can be devastating, be it in cases of calamities, bereavement, disappearance or even getting laid off a job. Loss is inevitable, we lose people and when that happens, the agony is felt because this is a journey of no return where promises are left unkept, dreams are left unachieved and memories linger on the side of those  behind. However, when it happens intentionally, it is even more sorrowful.

    Yesterday she said “Mary just died to me “it felt awkward, I didn’t understand what she meant and I asked her. She said “in my world, Mary just died. I no longer consider her a friend, neither do I want to have anything to do with her.”  I was dazed, I remembered that just last week, she and Mary were best friends, jolly, loving and adorable.

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  • The what’s next moment…

    The what’s next moment…

    What do you do when you don’t know the next step to take, have you come to an end of a crossroad and you are like ‘oops’ what next awaits me?

    For students, they generally suffer from what I refer to as Post Graduate Stress disorder (I don’t know if that exists) especially when you are the go-getter, excellent grade, hardworking type of student.

    It is a time when one’s identity shifts into something bigger. In fact, it is the point of switching from the regular student life to the work environment and stepping more fully into the adult world. As I mused about this, I realized it also affected so many young people. Through my search, I bumped into the perfect story in Dale Carnegie, How to stop worrying and Start living and it goes as follow: 

    “In the spring of 1871, a young man picked a book and read twenty-one words that had a profound effect on his future. A medical student at the Montreal General Hospital, he was worried about passing the final examination, worried about what to do, where to gon how to build up a practice, how to make a living.

    The twenty-one words helped him to become the most famous physician of his generation. He organized the world famous John Hopkins School of Medicine, he became Regius Professor of Medicine at Oxford- the highest honor that can be bestowed upon any medical man in the British Empire. He was knighted by the King Of England. When he died, two huge volumes containing 1446 pages were required to tell the story of his life.

    His name was Sir William Osler. Here are the twenty-one words that he read in the spring of 1871- twenty-one words from Thomas Carlyle that helped him lead a life free of worry

    ” Our main business is not to see what lies dimly at a distance, but to do what lies clearly at hand” 

    So this point here is the euphoria we need, it could be related to almost anything in life. Enjoying every moment of the transition period. Doing perfectly whatever you find at hand, being faithful in the small thing and thereby you are building up the muscles to what lies ahead.