And so, they said a woman was made from a man's rib. That's how it was said from the beginning. But the Book did not say that the woman was created to be a thorn in the flesh of man. I think they want everything and nothing. I am just thinking. Thinking.
One night, Mr. Talklovealways went out with a couple of friends to the bar. They are wanted to test their fishing skills. Mr. Workinthebank saw this better-looking chicken-licking beauty and walked up to her then got her digits straight! No long thing! After some sips with the boys, he left with the chicken. Mr. Workintheoil's own was a fascinating move. Sleek as oil. All he did was exchanged business cards with her and immediately, she flapped her wings and they flew away from the place. Mr. Talklovealways, though happily engaged, decided to try his luck and that's where things fell apart.
"What do you do for a living?"
While moving to the low music blaring from the speakers, Mr.Talklovealways simply whispered "I am a writer . "
The girl moonwalked to another side of the bar. Even Michael Jackson could not have beat her. As she walked in air, Mr. Talklovealways followed like Mchammer towards her and used the punch line that had always worked for him: "But I can love you."
Those words killed everything. The speakers went silent. It seemed eyes leapt from human bodies on to my body. Every head was facing me. The fine lady walked away while cooperatively fondling with her breasts and hips, asked : "what's love got to do with it."
I was speechless. I carried myself and I then walked away thinking: do women chase love because of money? can love be bought? Or is love simply a misused word?
Educate me o!
Meanwhile, let me go and enjoy Mrs. Talklovealways sweet palm-oiled vegetable soup.
LOL, nice one there!
ReplyDeletewelcome to blogsville, its a fun filled place. trust you enjoy yourself and thanks for passing through my blog, do come again.
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Interesting to know that there are new peeps to the world of blogging, though we have taken an indefinite leave of absence from the building I dare say, welcome to blogsville.
ReplyDeleteNice story Mr.ICanLoveYou, keep talking love, maybe one day it will do you some good.
PS: thanks for dropping by
blessings.....
ReplyDeleteIt is simple yet complex. In the beginning it seem love will solve everything, you fly high, everything comes up roses, all is right with the world and you preach "all you need is love." You feel like you being loved right, you feel like you can conquer the world, you fail to see the fundamental flaws though life being a thorough teacher is about to show you which end is up. Then life kicks in, the reality rolls up without apologies ain't caring if you loving or see life with roses without thorns and it deals you a hand bam! Rent is due and lover man don't seem too concerned - so sistah digs in and foots the bill consoling herself with encouraging words like, he's in a bad spot, he trying hard while brother man lay up in the house eating, sleeping, living high on the hog. She takes a deep breath holding on, loving him, encouraging him, supporting him because he say he want to do this or that, she's his champion but brother comfortable with her carrying him, he talk ambition but have no ambition, he don't see she's tired, he don't recognize the trails she going through trying to keep it together, keep things smooth, the only thing keeping her together is her love for him.
Mister I love you is good with the words and can lay down some loving that make rust seem like gold but mister I love you is slow with the follow through, she's tired he don't see it, she's weary he don't see it and all of a sudden that love begins to shave her, she starts to feel burdened, unloved, unsupported, unappreciated and taken for granted. Her personality beings to undergo a transformation, she gets snappy, she becomes a nag, critical, angry, resentful (a cry to be heard, acknowledged, cherished by her man, only to have it all fall on deaf ears, blinds eyes and numb mind) and the love starts to crumble beneath the burden of life's demands, it erodes her tolerance, rupture her trust and she throws her hands up and give up shattering the relationship, closing the curtain on the final song since there seems nothing worth fighting for, she's disillusioned and heartbroken because he doesn't seem to care and his actions/inactions supports her assessment. Soon she's singing, "I can do bad by myself," "what's love got to do with it." And because of the road the prior man paved the next man, blessed as he may be, attentive as he may be, as right as he may be, he's got work to do cause the other man done mess things up and he gotta jump through hoops and break down walls to get to the heart of the woman who will love him through it all. If she is lucky he’ll be tenacious and hold on because he sees he knows whats there, if he’s weary, he’s moving on cause he’s just not up to the work it will take to reveal her heart and win her loyalty.
This is true the opposite way as well.
peace.......
Just picked up your rhythm and ran with it, hope the flow answers some questions.
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lol... Relationships can be bought (and sold), and that happens everyday. But love... Love cannot be bought or sold. I really enjoyed reading your piece. Keep it coming. Best wishes.
ReplyDeleteLol! I'm still one of the people in the school of thought that Love's got alot to do with it... dont think thats changing anytime soon either. Its just sad what the world is turning to.
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Thanks for the kind words and stopping by my blog.
Wow!! I had to do a double take there! A new blog? this is soo exiciting. thanks for stopping o'er at my online home. of course love's got something to do with it......it's just not enough by itself.
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ReplyDeleteAbout this matter, i no fit talk o. *Femalemadatmenwhodontappreciatethegoldtheyhave#
Ask the one who loves you and is cooking vegetable soup for you why she is with you.
Welcome to Blogsville :) and you're a male blogger at that. Yay!!
@Ginger I know right? Male blogger and writes well. Knows about paragraphs and punctuation and seems to be in a steady relationship. Signifies a good head on his shoulders. I like. #Ijustjudgedyou
ReplyDeleteWelcome to blogsville Mr! Is Mrs Talklovealways going to be writing as well?
To the topic, I don't think all women chase love because of money. I've seen girls spend their school fees and allowance on guys because they loved them. If a man says to me right now, "but I can love you", I'd really want to know how.
p.s- Kindly remove the "prove you're not a robot thing"
Thank you.
Thanks all for reading. Hopefully, Mrs Talklovealways will write. Please read my new post.
DeleteYay! Welcome to blogsville. I see my people have welcomed you. Looking forward to reading more from you and thanks for stopping by at mine
ReplyDeleteI like the way you wrote the story and I enjoyed the Part 2 or the other take from Rhaspody ;)
ReplyDeleteI'm glad u found my blog cos now I've found yours! Welcome! I hope you'll enjoy blogville as much as we do