It’s early October and today, I woke up to the best morning I’ve had all year. Yes, I did say ‘the best’.
It’s mid-day as I type this and there are a lot of things lined up for me to do but I just had to escape from them to put this down quickly because I’m still basking in its euphoria. I feel like a girl who has just been proposed to… (Not like I’m anticipating that anytime soon).
I woke up around 7:00am, quite ecstatic that it’s a Friday and mentally going through my schedule for the day and the weekend. After saying my prayers, I reached for my phone and I saw two new messages; one from my service provider (Most of you know how MTN Ng and her counterparts can send messages for Africa). I ignored the first and opened the one from “Lover”. It read “Left you something on Whatsapp. Going to bed now. Night. Mmmuuuuaaaahhh” and was sent at 5:35am. Immediately, I unlocked my other phone and checked Whatsapp hoping nothing was amiss considering we chatted before I went to bed. I opened “Lover’s” Whatsapp chat and I was like “WAWU!!” I actually said that out loud. Staring right back at me was a super lengthy message that had been awaiting my presence (Poor thing must have been standing there for close to 2hours). Most people don’t like reading lengthy messages, but I ain’t got no problem with it because I’ve been found guilty of sending them multiple times (No hypocrisy allowed, you get?).
So with a mesh of excitement and wonderment, I began to unwrap the message and already, I felt a smile taking a seat on my face. By the time I reached the 3rd paragraph yeah? I thought to myself, “I have to post this today, it is too beautiful and heart-melting to be seen and appreciated by just me. But then how do I convince “Lover” to be cool with me doing that ”. I kept reading and at some point I started blushing so frigging much, soon after, I had to drop my phone on the bed and let out an infectious-yet-eyebrow-raising-cause-for-concern kinda laughter, then after laughing to my satisfaction (whilst ignoring the look my roommate had on her face), I continued reading. Tbh (To be honest), It’s been a whileeeeeee I last got hit like this with so many different kinds of emotion; feel-good emotions I must add. By the time I got to the end, I was molten (especially my heart…….) and astounded as it happens that “Lover” is so not a fan of cheese (*lmao* I mean is not a mushy person and doesn’t care for cheesy stuff).
The feeling of warmth; of having somebody tell you all “these things” and know without a doubt the person is being genuine, the feeling of knowing that how you feel about someone is being reciprocated almost exactly, the conviction that having someone who truly knows you, loves you and constantly appreciates you in all of your entirety is worth so much more than having loads of “friends” was refreshing and the assurance that at least one human has got your back (thorax, head&neck, abdomen, pelvis&perineum *winks*) was……… MIND-BOGGLING!!! (How dare I drop by and not indulge you in one of my dry jokes *shrugs*). You’re probably thinking I’m tryna be melodramatic but I ain’t. Without much ado, the message read thus:
I originally wanted to write you a message detailing why you’re my best friend and saturate it with all the generic reasons and adorable anecdotes, but I’m not going to do that because you already know why you’re my best friend, duh. If you didn’t, we probably wouldn’t have remained friends all these years. Nine years? Ten? More? Damnnn…
I have no concept of time whatsoever when it comes to you. If it were up to me no one’s birthday or graduation or other important event would be remembered, because that’s the type of person I am; I’m a mess, I don’t remember people’s names, not to talk of their birthdays. But you remember things like this, and you know exactly how long we’ve been best friends. That will be the first thing you tell me after you read this. Thank you for knowing that. Thank you for knowing all the things I don’t.
Thank you for always being closest to me even when we’re in separate time zones and separate stages of life. Thank you for not letting us get split by dumb facts like distance or time. Thank you for never giving up on our friendship, for never shrugging and being like “Eh, things change, people change” and drifting away vaguely because we’re victims of circumstance. We all get distant to a certain degree when we make huge transitions but you didn’t let me get very far because you knew what was truly important.
Thank you for taking care of me in every way possible, for being there when no one else was or wanted to be and when you didn’t even have to be. Everyone has those friends who are close but not really; who you always feel kind of awkward and weird about asking for help and like you have to clarify you’ll do them some kind of favor in return, but you’re not one of those. You never gave up on me…You were and are there for everything, no bargaining or explanations needed.
Thank you for being a different friend than everyone else, different from the friends who are only there for the fun things, art museums, shopping and benders and brunch. I’ve never been to an art museum with you because I’m sure we would end up arguing over which art was shittier than the other, but I still feel like I can do anything with you and it won’t suck. Thank you for always being fun even when we’re not having fun. I don’t know how else to explain that.
Thank you for believing in me when I was too weak and exhausted to believe in myself. Thank you for pushing me, for repeating those affirmations that don’t mean anything in inspirational films but mean everything when someone who cares about you says them. Thank you for not judging me when I did something really stupid, but also thanks for telling me I was an idiot and probably shouldn’t have done the stupid thing. Thank you for always being honest.
Thank you for doing all the things a real best friend does; for letting me sob into your virtual shoulder when I need. Thank you for always knowing who I am and reminding me of that when I forget. Thank you for being genuinely concerned with the outcome of my life and always listening, even when you’re tired. Thank you for telling me the things no one wants to hear and sparing the bullshit advice. I can’t think of many other people I’d actually take a bullet for. But seriously, don’t go pissing off snipers or anything now ok?
I love you babes. End of cheeeeese! ”
Oh, I started singing the chorus for Bruno Mars’ “Grenade” by the time I finished the last sentence.
There you have it……. Beautiful isn’t it? I know! *grinning* Yet she’s always claimed she ain’t good at putting words together like I do (*Rolling my eyes*). The next time she utters such, remind me to smack her right on the mouth or better still piss off some renowed sniper (He He).
The dictionary meaning of a soul mate is “a person with whom one has strong affinity, shared values and tastes, and often a romantic bond” (Romantic what? Please scratch out the last part quickly, thank you very much). I am of the opinion that we get to have two absolute soul mates; one from the opposite sex and one from the same sex. A relationship with your soul mate is one that is devoid of judgements, negativity, lies, secrets, envy, impatience, fear, mind games and so on. A soul mate adds a whole lot of meaning and spice to your life and helps you up lest you fall, in every humanly way possible. One who always seeks the best for you and fights for two when you are about giving up. A soul mate motivates you when your energy is down and helps you figure things out when your judgement is hazy. Ramdhat is that person for me, not only because of all that but also because….
- 80% of the time, I know what her response to anything I say is gonna be before she even utters a word.
- I know when her “No” means “Yes” and when she really means “No”.
- She can correctly guess whatever mischief I’ve designed and implemented soon as I say “So, I did something today”.
- We have the same taste in chocolates and basically all kinds of junk food (And how we’d both pick junk food over real food any day).
- How our endearments are words like “Ode, Mumulicious, Unicorn, Goat, and my fav is Foo which we derived from Fool, I can’t remember exactly what the banter was about but it ended with one of us saying the other person doesn’t even deserve “a completely spelt Fool” so it became Foo, Fo or F. (He He).
- How I use up a lot of data because of the “harmless gossiping and stalking” we do together on Instagram daily and the at-least-3-hours video calls on Skype. That’s our “hanging out, going to see a movie together, going for a concert together, going to compliment on how shitty the pieces in an art exhibit look………………”
- We have similar taste in music, gadgets, movies………………………blah blah blah.
It’s crazy! Only this morning she sent me a picture indicating that she stares, makes comments and admires hot looking ladies and their “accessories” and I was like “Babes, I do that too” and we both went “Oh forgot, Soul mates” (I rolled my eyes, shook my head and smiled).
The other day I asked her “How do we do it? Chat through most part of the day and still never run out of what to talk about or have anything other than fun?” And she replied “Maybe we should employ the services of a scientist to solve the mystery”. *straight face coz I had no comment*(*Lmao* Tbh, It was hilarious and I still can’t get over her response….. ).
Can you tell I’m the cheesy one? (*covers face* I luuurrrrv cheese, Infact I’m a manufacturer of cheese).
I’m gonna stop right here strictly because Ramdhat is hyperventilating at this point and throwing every cuss word at me because she’s anti-cheese and here I am splattering cheese all over her. It wasn’t my intention initially but I couldn’t help myself. What can I say? You bring out the cheese in me………………………….