The Rita Side

I stood behind the old uncompleted building at the end of the street with my face hiding at the back of the pillar and my lungs begging for air. The cock had already crowed twice and I was still running. Running away from them. Running away from the truth. I knew I should not have shown up after they took Him away. I knew I should have gone home, or even disappeared altogether. My eyes which were initially heavy with sleep now shone like lasers. I laughed ironically as I peeped through a crack in the wall. Just hours ago, He had been begging me and the rest of the guys to stay awake and pray with Him for an hour and I could barely last a minute. Just one hour! Knowing that I would not sleep a wink tonight did not assuage my guilt. I wanted to go back and pray with Him. I wanted to go back and do a lot of things. Like tell that servant girl that I was not just His follower but His friend too. Or go back to our supper and keep my mouth shut when he said someone would betray him. I

When he announced in class that he would  dedicate his goals to me, I rolled my eyes. I had already told all my friends that he had no chance and I could never have feelings for him. I had even sworn not to be there for the silly match. Still, after long minutes of deliberation,  I found myself strolling to the small overcrowded football pitch, praying earnestly that he would not see me. He was an amazing ball player, but I could  never admit that; at least not to him. When I arrived he had been fouled and he was going to take the penalty. I had watched his opponent knock him to the ground. His lanky body had fallen into a pile like a stack of bones. I had stared in shock as he picked himself up and dusted his back, taking a stance like nothing had happened.  He swaggered towards the ball when it was time to take the shot and he glanced at it before taking a quick look towards me. I gasped and quickly hid behind the plus size girl in my class who was standing by my left

Have you ever met someone that started a very promising project with so much zeal and then stopped suddenly? Someone that even advised you never to give up on something  and then played the 'I couldn't keep up' card? Well...all rise for the queen of the GIVE UP kingdom! That is me.  I started this blog (and my workout routine and my book and so many other things in my life) with this intoxicating ginger that managed to deceive me. I surprised myself  with my ideas and I was proud of the fruits it bore. I had begun to believe in myself again. I was even ready to bet on me. Then Queen Give Up flopped again.  If you ask me when, how or why I gave up on my blog (or the rest of the list), i may not have an answer for you. All I can say is that I take full responsibility.  Nobody said 'Nneoma, writing is not for you' or 'you are just wasting your precious time'. I just woke up one morning and stopped blogging. Here are the wonderful excuses I came up