My Facebook Love...
Back then when facebook was still very exciting, (no be dis days again, plenty children don spoil am) I was an addict. Have heard stories of people hooking up on the internet, never have I given thought to the fact that I would be saying nor write about my facebook love experience, but then here it is...
I had randomly accepted friend request sent me by known and unknown persons, and excitedly acknowledged the fact that my friend list was increasing. For me friend requests meant you were growing friend lists. For whatever reasons that excited me alot and I looked forward to adding more friends. When I send friend requests and don't get accepted, or get unfriended by already existing friends, you can't begin to imagine how infuriated I get...it was somewhat personal for me (My church mind o!). Everyday, once I step into the office. It was my service year back then. I would log on and get consumed by the facebook world. I once read through my numerous post back then and...ol'boy laugh wan troway me! was that really me? I could not even believe I was that idle! Such nonsense for a post. Even to the extent of posting what troubles I was having with my boyfriend...with style o! Because he was my friend too...and I would not want him feeling like some "dude" babes una go understand me better lol. And people would comment to what I now consider totally meaningless! maybe they could relate to my posts sha...or they were as smittened as I was with facebook.
I was some junior FBI agent on facebook (still am), I would stalk my boyfriends wall for God knows how many times a day!lol At the slightest conversation between him and any babe he's in soup! Hot soup! It was on facebook I saw couples breakup really bad. I was not left out ofcourse.
One of my random friends sent me an inbox, saying he was glad I had accepted his request and asked when I would be online so we could chat. Strangely, I replied saying he was welcomed. Can't really place a finger to why I replied that particular message. I have had several, some you could mistake for poems from seasoned poets and some with extremely viral diction! yes I considered it a virus...they were really bad. But there was something different about this particular message that truly got to me. Am a deep person, very analytical (To my detriment sometimes), very expressive and sensitive. There was something about the message that got my inquisitive side tingling, so I went through his profile. Honestly, that didn't impress me sha...but the message. I quickly forgot about the message and the sender. Many more messages came from the same person and each had this feel I can not put to words. I had started analysing the character behind those messages. Fortunately, we finally met online...hmmmm...we had the normal chit chat. And the can I have your phone number question came, I politely refused. I had given some jerk my phone number and I almost died from incessant disturb and it resulted into some unpleasantries. I would never have a repeat of that. And as a gentleman I sensed he was, he said ok. He would comment on my pictures and the comments would be way different from every other persons. Sometimes weird comments, sometimes parables...lol, oh! I remember some, "The parable of the frog" "The dead and the living meeting oneday" blah blah blah...
When I would ask the meaning of all the strange comments, he would simply say. MEETING IS INEVITABLE" weird I would say to myself. It went on and on.
As he had predicted, meeting was indeed inevitable. I finally met with him. Strange meeting too, cause on that same day he met with my entire family, coincidentally. That marked the beginning of a sizzling hot hot hot hot (I could go on and on) romance. My then wahala boyfriend was forgotten like he never once existed. He practically swept me off my feet ( hard me o! love kwa)...even as I write this, I still cannot explain what and how it all started and got so deep. Ofcourse, we shared our own relationship hassles...crap that I ordinarily would not tolerate, yet I did for his sakes. I had so loved him. A love so strong, even the devil had no stakes. Like the saying "All good things come to an end" you know the rest...
Today, as I have completely lost all interest in facebook, I still remember my FACEBOOK LOVE!
PS: I know what you are thinking...yes! YOU!!!
I had randomly accepted friend request sent me by known and unknown persons, and excitedly acknowledged the fact that my friend list was increasing. For me friend requests meant you were growing friend lists. For whatever reasons that excited me alot and I looked forward to adding more friends. When I send friend requests and don't get accepted, or get unfriended by already existing friends, you can't begin to imagine how infuriated I get...it was somewhat personal for me (My church mind o!). Everyday, once I step into the office. It was my service year back then. I would log on and get consumed by the facebook world. I once read through my numerous post back then and...ol'boy laugh wan troway me! was that really me? I could not even believe I was that idle! Such nonsense for a post. Even to the extent of posting what troubles I was having with my boyfriend...with style o! Because he was my friend too...and I would not want him feeling like some "dude" babes una go understand me better lol. And people would comment to what I now consider totally meaningless! maybe they could relate to my posts sha...or they were as smittened as I was with facebook.
I was some junior FBI agent on facebook (still am), I would stalk my boyfriends wall for God knows how many times a day!lol At the slightest conversation between him and any babe he's in soup! Hot soup! It was on facebook I saw couples breakup really bad. I was not left out ofcourse.
One of my random friends sent me an inbox, saying he was glad I had accepted his request and asked when I would be online so we could chat. Strangely, I replied saying he was welcomed. Can't really place a finger to why I replied that particular message. I have had several, some you could mistake for poems from seasoned poets and some with extremely viral diction! yes I considered it a virus...they were really bad. But there was something different about this particular message that truly got to me. Am a deep person, very analytical (To my detriment sometimes), very expressive and sensitive. There was something about the message that got my inquisitive side tingling, so I went through his profile. Honestly, that didn't impress me sha...but the message. I quickly forgot about the message and the sender. Many more messages came from the same person and each had this feel I can not put to words. I had started analysing the character behind those messages. Fortunately, we finally met online...hmmmm...we had the normal chit chat. And the can I have your phone number question came, I politely refused. I had given some jerk my phone number and I almost died from incessant disturb and it resulted into some unpleasantries. I would never have a repeat of that. And as a gentleman I sensed he was, he said ok. He would comment on my pictures and the comments would be way different from every other persons. Sometimes weird comments, sometimes parables...lol, oh! I remember some, "The parable of the frog" "The dead and the living meeting oneday" blah blah blah...
When I would ask the meaning of all the strange comments, he would simply say. MEETING IS INEVITABLE" weird I would say to myself. It went on and on.
As he had predicted, meeting was indeed inevitable. I finally met with him. Strange meeting too, cause on that same day he met with my entire family, coincidentally. That marked the beginning of a sizzling hot hot hot hot (I could go on and on) romance. My then wahala boyfriend was forgotten like he never once existed. He practically swept me off my feet ( hard me o! love kwa)...even as I write this, I still cannot explain what and how it all started and got so deep. Ofcourse, we shared our own relationship hassles...crap that I ordinarily would not tolerate, yet I did for his sakes. I had so loved him. A love so strong, even the devil had no stakes. Like the saying "All good things come to an end" you know the rest...
Today, as I have completely lost all interest in facebook, I still remember my FACEBOOK LOVE!
PS: I know what you are thinking...yes! YOU!!!
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