...EVEN THE STRONGEST OF US.

    Madonna was a good girl. She was one of those girls who swore by every thing they believed in that they were going to marry as virgins. Her friends looked up to her ideals-strong and sturdy. She built a brand of resilience and strength. She was the Nigerian version of Rock of Gibraltar. She was a strong willed beauty.
   As she grew older. her principles started fazing out. Though seemingly perfect on the exterior, she wanted to explore the world - the boys in particular. They were novel to her and the more she savored them, the more she wanted more.
    Then came James. He was tall, dark and handsome and though he was in a relationship, she wanted a bite of that apple. They became very close friends. He took her out on endless dates, bought her thoughtful gifts, told her stories about himself and his family. She enjoyed his company.
    The physical attraction was there but being her usual principled self, she set the 'rules' straight while he nodded at each interval. "J, no one must know about us. It's gonna be just you and I. No spilling to anyone. We must always use protection. Neither of us must fall the other." He laughed when she said this. A laughter that was sneaky. A laughter that she still loved. She told herself that he was a good guy...that all she's been hearing are just that -RUMORS -and that she was strong enough to manage the situation.She really wanted to believe in a James who would call her and love her and cuddle her and be at her beck and call.
     They did it. 'Ít' was mind blowing. She knew he had someone else and that what she was doing was wrong. Though she put up an outer facade of strength and uncaring, she started to melt.
     He stopped calling her and sending messages. He stopped talking to her. Their conversation became mechanical. It was all falling apart but she was ready to hang on. After all, wasn't it what love was all about? She was a STRONG, YOUNG GIRL IN LOVE! She tried to steel herself but she soon realized that she wasn't as strong as she thought, or as everyone thought...
     She wanted to cry. There were no tears. No feelings of sadness. Just feelings of inadequacy. He only came to her whenever he needed something- sex or a boost. She wasn't his number one girl and, though she knew he didn't believe in love, she had hoped she would change him. She was Madonna after all, the goddess. And the fact that he came around showed he loved her too- in his own way.
     She didn't blame James. Try as hard as she could, hatred for James wouldn't come. It began to dawn on her that she didn't love him too, that she was in love with the idea of love. And Madonna learnt a big lesson:
WAIT TILL WHEN LOVE IS RIPE FOR PLUCKING, COS AN UNRIPENED ONE SOURS...EVEN THE STRONGEST OF US.

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  1. Unknown14 May 2016 at 14:21

    Nice one...

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  2. Unknown22 June 2016 at 00:07

    I like this. Relatable. Happens to the best of us. Strong until we are not. Christ after all is the only strength we need.

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  3. Ozed24 January 2019 at 10:48

    I was just imagining being in her shoes😔. This sounds like the tale of one who was taught nothing about all these.

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