I was just a child with closed eyes,with zero knowledge of what this world really is. All I had in mind of a perfect world, where all childhood delusions that finally came to an end.

  A world where what you ordered versus what you get is extremely different,what you get is worse than what you ordered. The good girls get the bad guys and the bad girls get the good guys.

 This cycle of life is still a mystery, numerous love triangle but mine is never a triangle.

   The picture of a perfect world is scam. A world where love is sour,

our emotions,feelings and desires are never met and sometimes dumped in the bin were it never belonged. (Laughs) 

Our emotions may never find expression, when we keeps longing for the wrong persons. (Laughs)

I was still a child with closed eyes when Jide expressed his feelings but I was still bottled up in the echoes of my past.

His words were like butterflies in my belly, the echoes of his love filled my mind sounding like the noisy cymbals. But will I really be able to love him ?

  My mind stops working when he flattered me with his words of admiration. His kisses were never intentional but were heartfelt because these memories are locked up right here in my heart.

But would Jide ever find a better way to express his love ? This kisses and touch reminds me of that very night my giant’s were born.

   I was only eight years old when uncle Timi forced his thing through me, Jide’s kisses reminds me of how I screamed for help but uncle Tomi’s lips were all over me (crying).

Jide’s love tastes like the pain of that night.

This childhood trauma I refused to fight had gradually become an adulthood giant holding me captive.

This demon of depression made me hate men even with Jide around,so I broke up. Jide cried but yes! Men are meant to suffer.

  I volunteered to serve as an advocate in a feminist association. I was determined to bring the girl child victory I mean this world and society has never been fair to her.

To me I saw men as the real beasts.

Healing was extremely difficult for me (crying).

Was I really going to heal ?

But deep down whenever I am genuine with my inner self, I desired to taste real love. I wanted to know how it really feels to love and be loved.

Deep down in my heart, I wanted to let this incident of rape slide and taste what it was like to do s3x with my life partner with so much emotions and not forcefully.

How long will I remain in this shadow,

because my past had over shadowed my present with so much pain.

Will I ever heal ? Is a question, left for time and chance to answer.

The conclusion of the whole matter is this ‘God made man for woman and woman for the man’.

  Irrespective of how depressed we become as a result of our experiences, there is always this inward desire for the opposite sex.

The woman will always desire the man and the man likewise.

We are never complete without each other. This was the lesson I learnt in all these years.

  And I tell you that in the end,

we all want love.

The depressed, the wounded and the broken will heal faster when his is been administered the right and desired dosage of love.

Because at the end, we all want love.

We all want love ❤️.

#Prowriters challange24