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My Cross, My Pain. HoL 153

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Humans of Lagos "My wife and I had a misunderstanding that grew to the point of our separation. She left with my lovely 3 year old daughter and then divorced me. All my efforts at being responsible for my daughter's upkeep was hindered by my estranged wife. She remarried, I didn't. My daughter was raised by her step-dad. I was brutally denied the opportunity to show my fatherly love. My daughter grew up not knowing me. My daughter was embittered with me due to the one-sided stories her mother fed to her. She hated me without hearing me out. She distanced herself from me even when I made countless effort to reach out. I love her, but she really hates me. Even at her university convocation, as a valedictorian with the overall best result, she only spoke gloriously about her adopted father. I was once again relegated to nothing. Why should she hate me based on what she was told about me without caring to hear my side of the story? We would never know what tr...

Benched, Ghosted and then Mooned. HoL 152

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Humans of Lagos "I have my share of being fooled. Times without number, I've tried investing emotional affections on desert grounds. My not been hospitalised then, must have been a miracle. Friends told me that I'm handsome, but I lacked self-worth. See, I suffered. Like an attractive feather carried about in a stormy wind, I longed for any landing site that would accommodate me regardless of its condition. Some of my experiences include giving out my love genuinely, harmlessly and innocently with the assumption that it would be reciprocated. Only to be ghosted by my lover. Alas, I have invested in a feather love. Then I loved her that found me benchworthy. I checked up on her, but she responded only at her convenience. Her scanty responses did send me hope that she might love me back but at her own pace. S he joyfully toyed with my emotions and puffed away. And then I found her. She appeared like a full Moon, shining brightly unencumbered for a moment and the...

Hope all is well? HoL 151

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Humans of Lagos "How are you? The usual automated response I want is 'fine.' I'm not interested in knowing whether you are truly fine or not. No one does. The monotonous fine, is fine for me. My brother, it's now a custom. Here, We all pretend to be caring. However, we lack the empathy to genuinely care. When it's been a long time we last see our friends; we are quick to say: 'long time, hope all is well?' Though we know deep in our hearts that it's never well! We do this, to give hope. A false hope. Prolonging the day of our depression and desperation . Funny enough, like a mastered rhetoric, the respondents echo 'fine' all the time, swallowing those harrowing things going on in their lives. © FERT, 2018

Celebrity Crazed. HoL 150

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Humans of Lagos "I recently broke up with my girlfriend. She felt betrayed, other people condemned my action, but I felt I did no wrong. See, she's addicted to following celebrities on social media. She knew them by names, their pets by tags and their families by faces. Surprisingly, she forgets other things easily but not the celebrities'. So at that point that she started comparing me with her celebrities, my guts informed me to call it quit. At first, I made her know that I can never be someone else, but she wouldn't listen. Then I told her that celebrity is a thing of the mind. I celebrate myself daily for I'm a celebrity unto myself. So when she wouldn't listen. I wrote my breakup letter, posted it on her social media timeline, and then tag few gossips handles. Now I'm trending for being a mean breakup guy. Funny, I'm now a celebrity, renowned. I hope to cash in on this silly fame. No publicity is bad publicity. I'll become...

Pretending to Know what I'm doing. HoL 149

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Humans of Lagos We all are on a path. A path it is and whether heading in the right or wrong direction, we can't say. Being on 'the right track' is often viewed from societal expectations or personal goals. Most times, we cannot tell, all things equal, if we are on the wrong path. Someone once said that we all are playing an illusory game but instead we think that we know what we are doing. I'm learning to go on my path disregarding societal norm. I'll be alright eventually. © FERT, 2018

My health is my wealth. HoL 148

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Humans of Lagos "She said: 'I'm happy with your health. You know, health is wealth.' So it happened that I tried cashing in my happiness by rushing a bank, trying to withdraw money. I swiftly informed the Teller, 'I'm here to withdraw my health in monetary form because you know, my health is my wealth.' She raked my solid form with a wrathful gaze, I feel my body's saturated fat dislodging into a sea of sweat. Still I muttered my determination by insisting on my request. She proceed into uncontrollable laughter, and I still wasn't getting her hysteria. Until fellows customers began to point out my insanity. I saw no reason to fight their prognosis. I know I am wealthy because I am healthy. But if they insist, I would go get a mental health treatment and come back for the money. I was sure everyone one else that got out money in this bank all did so on the account of their good health. I must be accorded the same respect! I will...

Not Wise Enough HoL 147

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Humans of Lagos "A self acclaimed educated young man just left here now. He thinks he is smart but in my assessment, he lacks intelligence. He came on tourism here with his friends, and in excitement, asked me to take pictures with one of his friend's cell phones. While my unlettered self was still struggling to get the know-how of the phone, he gave me yet another. While I was trying to make sense of which phones to use to carry out the "supposedly" simple assignment, he gave me yet another sophisticated phone! Triple trouble! He gave me all three phones to operate in quick succession, so all his friends could have the photos in their complicated devices. I couldn't figure out why this guy would overburden me by compounding my problems since he is so intelligent. © FERT, 2018