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GOODBYE MY LOVER

As with most relationships I've been in ,it was rosy at the beginning. I dreamt of you every night and day and promised to give you my all. This is who I am, and although some part of you may be disappointed at the fact that I'm talking about our love life instead of writing exciting stories , I am not sorry.
I hope you come across this post of mine someday amd realise how much I loved you but how broken you left me.
That afternoon , I stood in the hot sun, waiting to serve you, my special one, but all you did was push me to my limits. I waited, waited for you. Even when I began to feel my legs give way, I was convinced I could go on. Then, reality hit me! Down I went. My legs could no longer keep up the chase in this one-sided game of love. Baby, you broke me at my very first attempt at parade. Dear NYSC, you made me realise that stars weren't a mere imaginative construct for failing consciousness. I literally saw stars in the sky.
Finally, one last attempt at saving face. I attempted to explain that I could not hear anything but a loud noise in both ears but rather than talk, my mouth began to disgrace itself and began crying. Old woman that I am, you, NYSC my beloved one, annihilated me to ashes.
I know how many nights I waited to be wrapped in your arms and yet here I am today, with a partially painful ear, a pressed toe as a result of wearing tight boots, and a void that good company should fill. Of course, I could go out and meet some new friends, Corpers, to make me forget about you,The Corps, but hey ! I'm Winifred and I do not know how to move on. So I'll lay in bed and mourn my heartbreak tonight. And the nights that follow, till this ends.

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  1. Nicely written. I felt the same way. The only way to move past this sort of pain and disappointment is simply to put it at the back of your mind that it's only temporary. NYSC didn't break your heart delibrately. Nigeria is responsible. If NYSC could, it would mend your broken heart. But then Nigeria has him at an Impass

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