I am going to sound like a sap for writing this but here goes. My heart was recently broken…my heart still feels broken and I am not quite sure of when it will mend my love. Sappy much? Yup!
My love was stolen from me *cringe!* Don’t judge me, but I cared a lot about my love. I finally had something that was most reliable, dependable, and after a few months of a very satisfying relationship, my love is now lost. *cue in dramatic sigh* Oh! My love
Upon my realization of the unbelievable loss, I spent 24hours trying to remain mentally and emotionally strong for myself, but even my body could only take so much. This was probably my first real heartbreak too. To make matters worse, while struggling for the strength to carry on with the day and heave myself off my bed, the early stages of malaria symptoms started to manifest. Does emotional heartbreak usually cause such?
A day of way too many firsts.
Luckily, I had some anti-malaria drugs and by the next morning, after a very restless sleep, I woke up feeling less emotionally and physically drained.
After almost 24hours of security search, my worst fear was confirmed, my phone was stolen. My many images capturing very important moments during my travels through Togo and Ghana on my love is gone. As an ijebu woman at heart, the mere thought of the phone’s cost makes my heart constrict a whole lot, but it pains me a whole lot that the image of me wearing my favorite blue hiking shorts posing with a village kid after our long hike through the mountain of Kpime in Togo is also gone.
See, I am not the most photogenic and there are very few pictures of myself that I thoroughly approve of, this was the best of them all. I forget the kid’s name now, but while trekking through the mountain with my host, Akpene, he decided to tag along with us to the waterfall. On our way back, he gave me a passion fruit and its beautiful flower as a gift. Randomly, he also cut a massive tree branch to take home and I found it so hilarious that I had to take a picture with him holding onto it. I loved that picture, and my legs looked insanely wonderful in that picture too.
Farewell my good ol’ Samsung S7 edge, your camera skills and software’s ability to not crash despite the number of apps I overloaded you with will forever hold dear in my heart. Farewell. *sniffles* *my love*.
https://www.instagram.com/p/BUrO3R6lFDL/?taken-by=zeegoes
