Never share music with your favorite person.
And I hate how much I love you boy,
I can’t stand how much I need you. 🎶
Rihanna’s Hate That I Love You blasted through the JBL speaker.
I wished I could change the song. I wished I could scream at the DJ for playing the song.
But the DJ isn’t the cause of my misfortune. It’s not his fault that I fell in love like a fool.
It’s not his fault that I shared my entirety with a man. I believed man! Even God advised against it.
I met Kenny at the ATM some years back. I stood behind him on the queue.
It was almost his turn when he realized that he had carried the wrong ATM card.
He searched through his wallet frantically. After a few seconds, he turned to me and asked for help.
He begged me to let him run a transfer to my account so I could withdraw some money for him. I agreed since his reason was valid
After the withdrawal, he offered to give me a ride home. On the short ride, we gisted and exchanged phone numbers.
It took two whole days before he called. He asked me out on a date.
Initially, I formed “hard girl” and gave excuses of being busy, even though I was on leave and had already imagined our wedding and four beautiful kids.
But the calls became persistent. The conversations on WhatsApp were flowing.
I quickly realized that men were scarce and I had been a single pringle for about a year.
Plus, he wasn’t bad looking at all and he was doing pretty well for himself.
So, I agreed to the first date. And the next. And the next next. And the next next next.
I fell in love with his eyes. My God! They were so beautiful.
He had a really charming smile that made me feel so good. Hugging him became my favorite thing to do.
His voice was so soothing. It had a calming effect on me. I could listen to him talk all day.
He was a great listener. He would pay active attention to my rants about work and life and then, he would hug me and I would just melt.🫠
I soon realized that we had similar interests. We enjoyed the quietness of the park at night. We loved art galleries (he had a ton of great art work at his apartment).
Crazily, we loved same kinda music. Lionel Richie, Ed Sheeran, Rihanna with a spice of Country music.
I shared my favorite songs with him. “Hate That I Love You” was my special song to him.
We would listen to it while dancing slowly to the tune.
I had fallen madly in love with Kenny. He made it easy to trust him. He was honest to a fault and he said he loved me too. Of course I believed him.
No passwords, no cheating, no crazy exes, no games.
He treated me with kindness, took me out on dates, showed me love without reservations.
Then, he said he needed to travel to the United Kingdom for a course. He said he needed it for his promotion at work.
I wanted the best for my man and so, we prepped together. He said we would get married when he returns.
I was excited.
When he got to the U.K., everything was normal for the first three days. Suddenly, he stopped taking his calls.
He would only reply messages at specific times of the day.
It was getting frustrating. Two weeks had gone by and it was harder to keep up with the communication. I was feeling sad and frustrated.
After another week, I received a call from him. I was so excited. I picked and I was already rambling on how I’ve missed his voice.
She said a lot more but I wasn’t listening. I had dropped the phone. My heart was shattered.
I stopped going to the park. I stopped visiting art galleries. Our pictures together always made me cry.
I couldn’t listen to Lionel Richie. I detested the Rihanna’s song.
And so, I’m here, at my friend’s house party, hating on the DJ for playing my song.
The tears are coming and they are all wondering what is wrong with me.
If I try to speak, it could get worse. So, I picked up my bag and walked out of the party.
I just need to let it all out, for the hundredth time.
I learnt my lesson though: Never share music with your favorite person.
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