Okay guys I'm back again, but I'm very sad right now because something really tragic happened yesterday. I lost two very nice and important people in my life and I've been trying so hard to be fine, but it's not easy. I'm not crying though, just sad that two of my sidechicks broke up with me yesterday because I was apparently cheating on both of them with my girlfriend.
It's not like it was a secret though, I mean they both knew that I had a girlfriend, so they were really mad that they never knew about themselves and both thought they were the only one. One of them even threatened to report to my girlfriend about their infidelity, but I trust my babe not to give her a listening ear or even answer her.
That my babe has been so amazing to me. She's loving, caring, intelligent, smart, funny, and very beautiful. She doesn't listen to rumors about me and would never jump to conclusions without consulting with me.
Above all, she always believes whatever I tell her because she knows I'd never lie to her. She's just heaven sent and I don't know what I did to deserve such a wonderful woman in my life. So when my ex side chick threatened to report me to my girlfriend, I wasn't moved a bit because I knew that my girlfriend doesn't exist. She's a fiction of my imagination.
And that's the thing about my imagination, it's wild and vivid. It always conjures up impossible entities in my mind such as my girlfriend. It's the same thing about how many times I've made out with Beyoncé, the majority share I hold in Tesla, and how I shared the stage with Jay-Z in a sold out o2 arena.
And just like a girl with all those qualities, all these things are just mere imaginations of a man trying to fulfill one of the most ridiculous motivations of all time which says "If you can think it, you can achieve it". I've thought so hard that the only reward I've got out of it is depression.
And that's the thing about motivational speakers and speeches, they can make a mess of you. I remember how a friend of mine attended one of these events like that where the speaker kept banking on the importance of time management and always being on time.
From that moment, my guy started having a carefully drafted time management spreadsheet and setting deadlines for everything. His life immediately revolved around trying to always meet the deadline. So he started rushing to everything and everywhere, eventually rushing through a zebra crossing forgetting that Africans don't understand what zebra crossing is.
He was knocked down by an on rushing car, and he laid breathless by the zebra crossing. When I finally arrived at the scene, I looked at his cold body and felt happy for him because he had finally met his deadline and can now rest in perpetuity.
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