Day: December 9, 2014

An emotional event that occurred is when my mum made Fried rice instead of Jollof rice. That day was an emotional experience I felt lonely, inside of me was empty and I was down the blue, because my taste buds missed the delightful taste of Jollof rice.It has been long time since I tasted that phenomenal food. I asked my mum to make me Jollof rice however, it turned out she never heard what I requested and that’s when I began to feel rain drops pouring my eye. My nose could sent the trial and I Just knew she made Fried Rice. My Tears were about to pour like rain. Inside me my temperature rose immensely I could feel it. Outside of me was different story I was distraught could not take it, and when I hoped and prayed for my mum to make me Jollof Rice, has just drained down and been flushed away, now I was hopeless. I could even imagine eating Jollof Rice the orange juicy monster sizzling, spicy Jollof Rice jumping on my taste buds and I’m trying to absorb the flavor of each grain of rice. I could picture me eating Jollof Rice which even made me more depressed but I found it difficult to lose concentration with Jollof Rice.

The only satisfying thing about the Fried Rice is that chicken was with it as well, which surprisingly did not change my mood.

Strong Emotions

I loved her so much, she was my end and my beginning. The way that I used to admire her was simply inexplicable, and I got the impression that she felt the same way about me, that’s how I perceived it anyway. Clearly I was mistaken. From then everything went wrong, and I was left situated on my bed, clueless as to what had just happened, reminicing, registering into my brain, a piece of my heart felt like it was snatched away from me, from what seemed like one of the best things that had ever happened to me, had bitterly turned to something so sinister.

Looking back at the great moments we had, the memories were magical, especially when I met her for the first time, she gave me goosebumps at first sight. I had a breathtaking dream about her a night after the heartbreak, thinking she was there with me, but it turned out she was never there, and it was just me.

She was never just an ordinary girl, with an ordinary background, she was special, breathtaking, extraordinary, to say the least and now I know I will never find someone like her again, unfortunately. To be honest I don’t even know what I did wrong, or even why we were split apart. She said she “didnt have feelings for me anymore” eventhough about a week ago she was saying how affectionate she was for me, but I just cant get my head around how someone can be so sour, and betray you like you never meant one single thing to them. Well, I should’ve seen it coming anyway, she was acting particularily strange in the last few weeks of ‘us’, as in her making excuses for not going places with me and generally not caring for what I had to say, I obviously didnt pick up the hints until she told me that she would be going to stay with family in another country. Now this really did aggrevate me because not only did it show that she clearly had no respect for me by not telling me she was leaving but also that she didnt even have the decency to give me a heads up in advance.

So now knowing that she was leaving, potentially for a few months, maybe even forever, I really didnt have a clue. I really went through a tough time and had so many strong and mixed emotions, anger really was the prime one, but also disbelief that she, ever so quickly had done this to me. And I wont lie, I did still miss her and i still think about her to this day so you can probably imagine i was heartbroken aswell. But I promised myself and I have stuck to this promise all this time that I would go and see the plane take her away, mostly because indefinately, this was the last time I was ever going to see her again. Although she didn’t realise I was coming to see her I thought she would never know, and even if she did I could simply tell her it was supposed to be a suprise.