EGO

We all have it somewhere within. But hey, you don't allow it take over you. You control it. You don't let it become a stimulant. It can burn down friendship, create you enemies and turn you into an evil genius!

You ever wonder why you try so hard to impress here on Facebook? Your ego!

Ever wondered why you keep leaving the message of someone's post to make grammatical corrections? Your ego!

What about trying to discredit others and make them feel you know better? Your ego again!

And more terrible is our 'war of insults' on the social media. Why? Of all the places we see the social media as the right place to wash our dirty linens. Ego!

I don't see why a brother or sister will come on open space to write trash about another and even cap it with pictures to compliment the write up. And then the attack will come full circle with a retaliation that is far worse than the first blow. The funny part is, the cheer leading that comes from people who seem to enjoy this display of shame is massive. Now I ask myself why? Oh yes, ego!

Many times I have had to deal with my ego, so I don't insist to be a winner of an argument. I don't retaliate when I am insulted. I ignore when I can't convince someone about my opinion on something.

A simple "thank you" will make your attacker recoil to his or her shell without any drama here on the internet or elsewhere . A mere "sorry" could halt a brewing war. Why let your ego stop you from doing any of those?

If there was a 911 on the social media, then we would be dialing very often. And if there was a fire agency here we did be able to put off the thunderstorms that frequent this media. Because the lawlessness and fire spitting that happens here on the internet certainly calls for such agencies.

Now to end this piece, I implore us all to learn to use the "ignore" button when we seem to notice the signs of our various egos. It won't take anything from us... I will write again!

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MEMOIRS OF A HEARTBROKEN LOVER PART 2

As I sobbed I heard my door open and she walked in. I was sitting on my bed with my head bowed down so she couldn't see my teary face.

"Baby" she called softly.

Without a word I raised up my eyes to meet with hers, she noticed the not too dry tear paths on my face and also, my blue face.

"Baby" she called again, this time with a serious stint in her voice.

"Have you been crying?" She asked.

I searched her temporary concerned face and with a voice that barely sounded like myself I asked too;

"Did you just call me that?"

"Call you what?"

"Baby"

She couldn't reply. I continued.

"Are you seriously calling me baby, or you just want me to feel everything is fine?" She ignored my question and rather asked "why are you crying?"

She was at it again, deviating from issues and making me feel as though I was overreacting; as though she wasn't doing anything and I was just reading meaning into everything, and hurting myself. I looked at her, I saw a different person. Someone I couldn't read, a stranger! Certainly, my woman was gone.

I gathered myself together and probed;

"What have I done? Did I offend you? Or you have found someone else?" My last question seemed to have stirred a string in her. She made a face as if to say something but checked herself, I saw her drop her gaze.

"Talk to me please, let me know what went wrong!" I pleaded.

"Nothing went wrong, please don't work yourself up. Everything's gonna be fine trust me" she said reassuringly placing her hand on my arm and squeezing gently.

She went on "See, I have been under pressure lately. I just can't tell you yet, but give me sometime let me sort myself out and everything will be back to normal" she ended with a smile.

"You promise?"

"I promise" that smile again.

I sighed, and just as I was about to believe all hope was not lost, and I was back on a journey to normalcy the devil appeared! Her phone rang, she looked at it and ignored it. The phone rang again and this time she couldn't hold back so she picked. Behold she called the person "Baby!"

The word sent a shock through my whole being, and as I looked straight into her eyes, she spoke softly into the mouthpiece "Please am somewhere now, I will see you at home on my way back" she hung up!

TO BE CONTINUED....

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The picture used in this article has been used with the approval of the model and has nothing to do with the story published.

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MEMOIRS OF A HEARTBROKEN LOVER PART 1

Few months after graduation I sat alone in my room wondering about what was happening to my relationship. My fiancee had become a total stranger to me giving me so much food for thought. My calls were seldom picked nor returned; text messages also became a luxury. When they were occasionally picked, I was given a cold voice and the preceding salutation of "baby" was no longer there.

I needed no soothsayer to tell me my relationship was on a brink of crashing. I had to do something; but what? Conversation became strenuous, and you could suffocate amidst the awkwardness that enveloped us. Check this out;

Me: Hello Baby

Her: hi

Me: how are you today?

Her: fine

Me: are you sure we are good?

Her: sure

Me: but you don't act like we are

Her: how?

Me: well,...

Her: please I gotta go (hung up)...

And this was the trend for weeks, then it stretched to a month. Then two, and the silence deepened. I decided to share my pain on the social media. So I uploaded her picture with her mobile contact and wrote;

"Hi my name is Conan, this is my fiancee and she ain't talking to me. Call her perhaps she'll talk to me, help a brother out please"

Trust me, the idea worked. Her mobile was invaded with calls from both friends and strangers and she bowed to pressure and her call came in.

"Why did u have to send such a post online?" She queried.

"That was the only way I could get your attention."

"Hmm, OK I'll see you today."

"Thanks"... She hung up.

As I awaited her arrival I allowed myself to drift backward in thought,  I reminisced about all the good times we had. The fights, the fun, and the ups and downs of academics and even the days we faced great temptations. As I awaited, tears began to roll down my chicks. I cried uncontrollably; and for the first time I knew a man could cry this much too... I was pained.

TO BE CONTINUED....

Disclaimer:

The picture used in this article has been used with the approval of the model and has nothing to do with the story published.

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