love and being treated like a verb

…turns out his house mate had lifted that night and the shoes were his house mate’s chikidi. So that is a definate sigh of relief my sides.

Asked for a salary increment at work, they wouldn’t budge, so I quit.

Guess it’s time for me to decide what it is I want to do. I’ll chill out for a bit.

Till next time, easy does it.

if the relationship is to work, treat love like a verb…not a feeling

We made plans to meet up the following day…he said he’s call when he got home, i called him when i got home. Didn’t sleep much last night, more from a forebording than from the pesky mosquitoes.

7 am found me in his area, i called when i was outside his flat. “Hello, blah blah blah…, i got home ok, “

then i say i’m outside the door and that he should open. He hesitates a wee bit, then opens up. As i walk in, a beautiful pair of feminine shoes welcomes me, and they’re not mine.

I’ve left. Wonder how this is going to play out. Oh, well. Shit happens.

Life on the other hands, goes on.

Till next time, one day at a time.

Easy does it.