My Valentine’s name is rattus rattus.

February 14.

I was not particularly the type to anticipate special gifts on valentine. I was not part of the girls bundled with Teddy bears, red card gift and bar chocolate on this great day of love. I was always the observer “oohing” and “aahing”. This year felt different altogether though, I knew better things will come my way. There will be surprises and more happiness. So, a week to valentine day, I was already hyped in my body, soul and mind. God knew I was giving my all for this valentine whether I had a lover or not. Three days more and I got a god-sent package from a lover(don’t bother asking) and I am like “whatcha tell y’all” ,
I was so happy and gleeful that the day itself will be a bright day, so, I decided to fill up my box. I bought some sumptuous provision and was glad. People that check my status, you remember that soup I steal from? Yeah I made it before the great valentine, you know…some red stew for a red lovely day. Then valentine Eve came, and some strange feeling started crawling down my guts as I heard scrapping and scratching during the night. I was like “it is not Christmas, santa cannot try to be sneaking in or something. So what’s up?”
I ignored and ignored the sounds and squeaks. Thinking, “well…it is normal. Our room is a full ecosystem. The night is the time for the rats to play around. No palaba”. Then light came and I was busy with the word of God and later my books thanks to asuu calling off the strike and yet! I was still hearing these sounds. Such odasity!!!! On which planet do rats not keep quiet during the day, “it seems it has gotten a longer or larger guy to be as bold as this” I thought.
“Let me check my box” I said. Behold 2 packs of Indomie half-eaten (like can’t they ever just finish one before going to the second) and my milk battered and destroyed.
And I figured that I made the perfect valentine spot overnight with the perfect menu for them. They were always beans eater but with my sudden supply and change of menu. They felt ” oh valentine oh valentine! You bless us so with new and sweeter things! We thank thee”
So they merried and cherried while the owner of the restaurant was yet to even celebrate well enough.
Oh people of God, I believe by the end of this week these rats will meet their demise. They will be crucified! Nailed to the cross! Because love and miracles are over, it is time for sacrifice.¥
P.S ☺️☺️☺️☺️ right now, if you know you will know I am totally not fine😑😖😖😖why do rats exist!!! But, what is life without a little drama! I still know I will enjoy today, thanks to the loved ones that have me in mind. I love you, I seriously do even if I don’t show it enough. God loves you more😘

Me.

Young me.
Gone are the days, gone only to be remembered once upon a time.
When all I knew was playing in the sand with pants hanging down my tiny waist and smiles tearing my small lips apart at my siblings and friends.
Fun was jumping from my room’s wardrobe onto the bed down below with such ectasy, ‘I got turned on’ as I fell down the small height I felt was the highest height on earth with my small mind.
A time when school was just go for attendance affair grudgingly then laugh with the only friend I managed to get, having weird enemies that wrote your name in the noisemaker’s list when you never said a peep,
learnt how to smile and collect teacher’s bags whether you liked them or not,Learning 2×2 like it was a do or die affair and getting promoted to the next class without stress.
When slapping my younger sister’s butt and her chasing me around with her tiny toes that took her just few step behind me wasn’t such a crime at all, laughing at her inability to have revenge. I wasn’t thought to be a ‘Lannister born’.
When all I knew as responsibilities was seeing new things and seeing new things differently alone. Learnt the art of cane dusting since whether I deserved it or not elders around thought been spanked was the only way to teach discipline and respect, a necessity they said.
My small mind knew truth or dare as a “chinko chinko” game where the questions never passed ” who is your crush” and they dared you to lick the wall, that’s all.
When all I wondered was why my heart pounded against my chest when I saw a particular person as they walked or brisked pass me and all I could say was a he… And they didn’t even bother to look my side.

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Innocence I thought was me.

Life is about hardship. But hardwork is the bridge. And appreciation.

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