Bookee's Thots

On a sunny day, the other day I met a friend, our friend Who was sure, arrogantly sure That you are in my house, our house Preparing that wonderful meal, our meal Even this never be Friends do tell me You have now a good man, a good life And here on my bed I recall still every word you said Words with memories, memories of joy But every time I tried to let go of you The more I think of you Every time I tried to move on The difficult it becomes So I ask, Could you be meant for me Could I be blind to see it Could we be sure of nothing in common What if we were wrong about everything Can we change anything Again I ask, Could that be my baby you are feeding Could that be my clothes you are wearing Could that be my home you come to everyday What if we’ve taken the wrong way Can we go back the right way Where are the answers In whose heart are the answers lurking PS: God has a divine arrangement that often bring us to our "missing ribs." the sim...

Well, I sincerely didn't think I'd get a response, not to talk of getting someone approve what I wrote about taking some relationship risks. However, I did get this touching and inspiring story (or comment) and I have decided to share (with the person's approval) although the person pleaded anonymity. Please read on. I'm sure it will touch you as it touched me. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Bukola, I am proud of you. Has it ever crossed your mind that this might just be what God is calling you to. You have a unique way of writing that sinks well with a Niger mind. Keep it up girlfriend. Oh and that of Ruth………….lol. well sometimes we(ladies) have to take risk however stylishly but not deceitfully. When a guy hangs around you too long without saying anything, there is no harm in asking him what he wants. Some times we sisters have to be bold (culture and religion not withstanding) Before ...