I just killed the man of my dreams

He was never real anyway. A mishmash of thoughts and words, of hopes and dreams. He is supposed to exist, only i do not know him yet. While his mates are talking plane rides, he decided to walk and take forever to get to me. I know he exists, always there, but never there.

Well, i'm tired! I don't want him anymore and i know i'll most likely be disappointed when i finally meet him because he'll turn out to have everything i said i wanted except he'll be ugly, bald and short with a pot belly for good measure. If i try to complain, everyone would say "why are you complaining, na fine we wan chop?". Well, no be fine we wan chop but i have to at least be able to look at him. Would it be fair to me, if everyday i look at him and invoke the spirits of my fore-fathers to beg them not to allow our kids look like him? Don't i have other more important things to worry about? Or he'll be as hot as a Grecian god but dumb as fuck and a womanizing ashawo to boot. As my friend would say, God no cheat anybody. No one can have it all and i know that.

So today, i decided, after little thought (my brain is too full with neuro and phys to think too deeply into these things) that i am done! So i killed the man of my dreams. If you decide to be like a cat and have nine lives, hear this straight from the horses mouth....leave me. No come again! I no do!

I'm taking an indefinite extended leave of absence from all fantasies and things that have to do with you.

P.S. No be this one dey worry me o! I don't even know where this nonsense came from. If i was a normal person, it would have been a poem, but i hate poems. I really needed to let off steam and feel like a human being for a second.

P.P.S Thanks for all your comments on all my posts. I know i'm not good at responding to comments. I really don't have the time this block (it's on fire!), but i read them all.  Some make me smile, some make me laugh, some encourage me and help me to get through med school life (this is not real life, it's a continuous hazing process). I really appreciate everyone who takes the time to leave me a nice comment. You guys are good people.

P.P.P.S (what the hell is ppps?) Med school is tough and i'm feeling it more than ever this block. By all accounts it doesn't get easier. Please pray for me. I'm not even playing.