Being the last child of my family, my mum ensures I don't miss church and Saturday clean, up one morning I pondered over the symbolism of the mirror when I caught sight of myself before leaving for lectures. Every morning, I gave myself the once over before the mirror in the hostel,Hair strands in place–check, no boogers in my nose–check, pants zipped–check, and off I went for lectures by 8am, but one morning I paused and stared at myself, make-up could not hide the bags underneath my eyes, and the Visine didn’t get all the red out. As my eyess back at me, I noticed they looked sad, tired, exhausted when I over stressed myself in order to make 2nd class upper. I then understood why my course mate refer “mirror” as symbolism in the scripture. A mirror will always tell you the truth about yourself, a mirror could only reflect what was being presented. On that particular morning, the mirror before me was saying that I looked like an ugly duckling, and I felt like an ugly duckling because I was totally burned out! I stepped in even closer to the mirror and watched the pupil of my eyes dilate and then shrink under the lights. I needed rest. I wondered how I got to this place of exhaustion, but I snatched up my bag and lecture notes and hurried out the doorπ.
“This is just great, I’m stuck in traffic again𬔠I slammed my hands against glass at the window. i rembered has I wasted my night watching "Lucifer the morning star" I should have went to bed earlier then I would have gotten up earlier, but if I did, clothes wouldn’t have gotten washed, dishes wouldn’t have gotten cleaned, and clothes for the next day wouldn’t have gotten ironed. What about nights when I just couldn’t sleep?
My mind wondering endlessly about the next week test coming up on 12th may before I reached lecture room....no class has started Well, guess what? I had to bring out my history note and jotter and started reading in other to write my final exams, I taught to myself I have to make it.π
On Saturday I decided to keep my body fit I recalled my past, my immaturity, and the sexual power that we women possess confused me. I confused sex with love. I was stupid enough to think that I could win a man’s affections through sex. Although I was putting on a pretty good show by shooting down any nice guy who looked my way, I was still desperately looking for love. I didn’t know a thing about real love, "ding dong......" My alarm rang I just recalled I was in a deep thought π€π€ I had to dress up and went to the gym completing my 70th pushup when victor approached me.
“Dag Girrl!”
“What?,” I smiled,π pretending not to know what he was talking about.
I smiled at him and he smiled back. It was more than just a smile. It was an ‘I’d like to square you
away’ smile. .
I loved my toned little body back then. It was nice just having a male compliment me on all the
hard work that I was obviously doing.
“So, what’s up with you ” victor smiled.
“What you mean, what’s up with me?” I mocked him.
“What’s up with you Specialist?, I challenged.
I find men who are high achievers to be extremely attractive. Oh snap! I’m in trouble, I thought to myself. “I’ve seen you at the church,I really loved ur dressing that Sunday.” He was smiling at me again and this time, I smiled back. Immediately I told him it's nice meeting u then made my way out of the gym, in other not to fall into temptations because God's love is the best love, I went to my room and had to wash up, ate breakfast which was fried plantain with egg and a cup of milk,I went to library read up for my upcoming up exams on Monday
*Weeks later***
Woke up on Friday morning had my quiet time, it didn't occur to me that I have to brush my teeth, just carried my laptop and started watching movie....
Can you imagine my friend came to my room screaming results are out, with panic it checked mine.ππ Best results never and guess I made it...with second class upper.
TAKE NOTE: Many of us are looking for love and most of us just don’t have a clue on how to find it, just be patient, it will surely come
Thank you for reading.
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