WHY DO RELATIONSHIPS FAIL?

Aside

WHY DO RELATIONSHIPS FAIL?

When you first initiate the ”love”,
you cant sleep without calling and
texting that one person. You
suddenly render everyone else a
little less important. Your days just
got brighter. You love your
boyfriend. You love that girl and in
your minds, you’ve found your soul
mate. But where does it all go
wrong coz am sure nearly everyone
has a sad love story to tell. ”all he
wanted was sex” ”he couldn’t give
me attention” ”she’s a gold
digger” ”she cheated” ”he’s a
childish flirt” ”i thought i knew him
or her” the reasons are plenty.

You see, WE ARE THE PRACTICAL
GENERATION. We believe in learning
by doing. Most relationships are
only existing because of the
”physical benefits”. Desire is the
driving force. As a result,
selfishness and insecurity are glued
to the relationships.

We believe in calling and texting as
an expression of love, trust and
faithfulness as compared to
physical company. Social media is
the source of relationships. We chat
day in and out about everything
such that when we meet, we do not
have anything to talk about. Now
after the blissful moments of
intimacy, you start feeling like its a
prison. You do not have anything
more to say. If its a guy, you go
back to social media to hunt again
leaving her heart broken.

We are the classy generation where
physical appearance is considered
more than emotional maturity. The
”beautiful” girls are hard to get
unless you drive or can sponsor her
hair. They love the rich kids who
love their bodies. Church guys or
girls are called boring. You must
have ”swag” to date someone.

Programs have replaced passion.
Love is highly mechanical and
nudity is called art. We nolonger
follow the heart. Its just a matter of
time for it all is a slow fade. Its a
ticking time bomb.

Does anybody
here truly love? Please teach me.

BITTER REGRETS

We made love. Sweet sweet love.
I initiated it.
I forced it until it happened.
And when it did happen, it was against her will.
I raped her.
Was it really love if I violently forced myself on my girlfriend?
Am sorry but this is my story.
I loved a certain girl.
She was beautiful and famous.
Luckily for me, she did fall and in love we fell.
Or so she thought.
Rosetta Loveness was her name.
We dated and because of her fame, our relationship was bound for shame.
We fell in love but all I wanted was to make love with her.
And when I did, it was forceful love, rape.
This was her cry afterwards.

“I asked you to love my soul, not my face or my curves or my firm breasts that hang in place.
I asked u to respect me as a woman and treat me like a queen.
I whispered in your ear all the secrets i kept hidden inside and gave you my trust without thinking twice.
Blinded was i, unable to see the devil himself in you, masked with an angelic face,
took an oath to love me.
It was all nothing but a trap.
Did u not hear my cry “No please Stop!!” as u forced me on your bed, tore my pretty dress apart and got on top of me,
Crushing me and forcing yourself in me?
Did you not see my tears falling endlessly while i begged you to stop? My heart fell right off its normal place. My pain and anger all in a nutshell until eventually i ran out of air and fainted.
You robbed me of my pride and left me alone in the cold night.
How could you be so heartless?
Is this what you call love? the love Christ has for the church?
I lost my ground and fell for your words but
Not even the angels above can Describe such love for it is not love.”

Help me reach out to her because I am ashamed of my actions.
Am not asking her back.
Am just asking that she finds it in her sweet heart to forgive me for my evil deeds.
Fred is my name and as i lie on my bed, this is my word.
I really am sorry and am afraid.
please baby, if you see this, text me
Onemind.

UNBELIEVABLY SWEET GOLD RUSH: DAY OF THE BLACK SUN PART TWO

UNBELIEVABLY SWEET GOLD RUSH: DAY OF THE BLACK SUN PART TWO

“Please stop flattering me. Am not even that beautiful.” The entire time, that was the statement he was waiting for. His plan was officially underway.
“let me take you upstairs”

She was feeling so euphoric she floated up the stairs. The previously overwhelming prospect of registration, once Steve had broken it down seemed like a breeze. So with newly invoked enthusiasm, she carried on registration and was done, awaiting only BC screening and getting her ID which from what she had heard, was the Queen of all hustles. Atleast she had succeeded with submitting her forms in Mulambya’s so not welcoming office. Rosetta could finally sit down. Stephen was downstairs at Oasis, waiting for her with a seemingly cold hubbly bubbly drink in his hand. How on earth did he know she was so thirsty? And how did he know she loved hubbly bubbly? He was impossibly amazing and charming. She smiled as she approached him. His eyes were affixed on her lips, sending Jitters through her when she noticed it. She loved this feeling.

“is that a for me?” she mockingly asked. Actually, it was desperation to get the drink down her throat that made her ask
.
“no young lady!”. He countered the joke. “this is for the prettiest lady to ever step in CBU and certainly that isn’t you.”

Her eyes dilated. Shocked. Touched. Jealous.

“Well, who’s the lucky girl?” she was somewhat offended. “I would like to meet her”

“am afraid you can’t meet her. But if you insist, I can take you to meet her.”
She wasn’t going to back out on this. She had heard about a certain beautiful girl from Bizwa in CBU. She was certain it was the same girl her charming Steve just called “most beautiful”.

“take me to her”. She was daring.

He looked at her in surprise. She wasn’t smiling so he offered to carry the envelope in her hand and took her hand. Sparks!!! Lights!! Fire!!! Electricity surged through her again. She loved it. She wanted it. Gosh! There was something about his hands touching her. She gladly followed, excitement being all that she felt. They walked towards BIZWA. Her heart beat increased. “so he’s really serious about this girl?” she thought to herself. They bypassed BIZWA to some place written FOUNTAIN RESTAURANT. She had heard about it. Her stomach grumbled just at the thought of food. She felt embarrassed but Steve was focussed on taking her to the most beautiful girl wa mu CBU from BIZWA.

Once at fountain, Steve asked her what she would like to eat.
“ill eat what you’ll eat”. It was only after she had said that, that she realized she sounded flirty. Steve just smiled and went to the counter. In a short while. He was back with two prepacked meals in a plastic bag with one drink.

“Lets go you meet the girl then we can eat from my room.” There are too many divers here.

“what?” she didn’t understand though she was for the idea of not eating from such a crowded place. “what are divers?” he laughed and brushed it off.

They reached the hostels and had to climb up to the last floor. L311 was the number on the room.

She felt awkwardly uncomfortable. She had never been to a guy’s room, especially not a stranger. Sensing this, he halted his opening of the door. He inserted the key then sternly looked into her eyes. Beauty defined.
“the most beautiful girl at CBU is inside. She’s alone. Am sorry but she’s a little prettier than you”. Ouch. That was personal now. There was a bit of awkward silence. Rosetta was offended. She wanted to see this same beautiful girl. What was the girl doing in his room, locked inside? She was done!

Without warning, she twisted the key and pushed the door wide open. Her eyes entering the room before the door could fully open like she was trying to catch the girl offguard. The door opened. The room was empty but notably neat and smelling fresh. STEEEEEEVE!!!!

“You may come in…hehehe”. He was simply amazing. She followed after him. He got her bag, her envelope and put everything together with the food on a desk that was ontop of a two plate cooker stove. He did not let go of the hubbly bubbly. She was still standing because he had not offered her where to sit. On the right hand wall, there was a very large mirror. She could see her whole body. She couldn’t help admire how well her new outfit looked on her. Steve walked upclose behind her. Too close she felt his breath on her skin when he spoke, pointing at the mirror. There is the most beautiful girl I was talking about. Unconsciously she looked. Then it clicked. So all this while it was her he was talking about. She was melting. She felt so flattered, tears were knocking on her eyes. She closed her eyes to prevent her tears from coming out. She couldn’t believe this was really happening. Stephen held her close.
Her heart jumped. The feeling was indescribable. She wanted to resist being held but she laid her head on his chest as they stood facing the mirror.

“Rosetta” he whispered. His voice was close to her ear it sent shivers of excitement down her spine. Her eyes were still closed. Stephen’s hands were wrapped around her, just beneath her upper body.

“Stephen”, she replied as she put her hands ontop of his, slightly stroking them. They could both feel each other’s heart beats.

“you and unbelievably beautiful” his voice was so smooth and romantic. As he spoke, intentionally he bit her ear. Explosions!!!!!!! Sweet explosions burned within her. Her inner goddess was already pleading. She felt feelings she had never felt before. She could not say anything but his name. she wanted him to continue.

“Stephen”….

He licked her ear lobe. Oh yes!!! Her breathing quickened. Her eyes were still closed. His hands were on her belly, loving moving to and fro as if looking fro something.

“Oh Stephen”…

He turned her around. She opened her, by now, red eyes. She saw nothing but love in his eyes. She looked at his lips then at his eyes. He deeply breathed, moving his face closer. She too, was leaning in. she could feel the gap closing. She could feel his hands pass behind her back. Her eyes closed. His eyes closed. Her lips parted. His lips slightly parted. This was it then. This was Rosetta. This was Stephen and this was THE COPPERBELT UNIVERSITY.

TO BE CONTINUED

WHY DO RELATIONSHIPS FAIL?

Aside

WHY DO RELATIONSHIPS FAIL?

When you first initiate the ”love”,
you cant sleep without calling and
texting that one person. You
suddenly render everyone else a
little less important. Your days just
got brighter. You love your
boyfriend. You love that girl and in
your minds, you’ve found your soul
mate. But where does it all go
wrong coz am sure nearly everyone
has a sad love story to tell. ”all he
wanted was sex” ”he couldn’t give
me attention” ”she’s a gold
digger” ”she cheated” ”he’s a
childish flirt” ”i thought i knew him
or her” the reasons are plenty.

You see, WE ARE THE PRACTICAL
GENERATION. We believe in learning
by doing. Most relationships are
only existing because of the
”physical benefits”. Desire is the
driving force. As a result,
selfishness and insecurity are glued
to the relationships.

We believe in calling and texting as
an expression of love, trust and
faithfulness as compared to
physical company. Social media is
the source of relationships. We chat
day in and out about everything
such that when we meet, we do not
have anything to talk about. Now
after the blissful moments of
intimacy, you start feeling like its a
prison. You do not have anything
more to say. If its a guy, you go
back to social media to hunt again
leaving her heart broken.

We are the classy generation where
physical appearance is considered
more than emotional maturity. The
”beautiful” girls are hard to get
unless you drive or can sponsor her
hair. They love the rich kids who
love their bodies. Church guys or
girls are called boring. You must
have ”swag” to date someone.

Programs have replaced passion.
Love is highly mechanical and
nudity is called art. We nolonger
follow the heart. Its just a matter of
time for it all is a slow fade. Its a
ticking time bomb.

Does anybody
here truly love? Please teach me.