“Her loss?”
No. It was yours.
You lost a woman who never needed a reason to care about you. Someone who stayed when leaving would’ve been easier, who gave you patience even when she was running out of it herself. You lost the person who noticed the little things, celebrated your smallest wins, and wanted nothing more than to see you become the happiest version of yourself.
You lost someone who chose you, again and again, even on the days you made her question if she was worth choosing.
She gave you her softness, her loyalty, her time, and a love that asked for very little in return.
So don’t call it her loss.
She didn’t lose someone who loved her. You lost someone who did.
I got a vision for myself
I gotta get it for myself
I gotta listen to myself
In competition with myself
This is between me and myself
I don't need help, I need myself
I take my L's all by myself
Nobody else, it's just myself
I gotta handle it myself
I’ve been mishandling myself
funke akindele has never made a remarkable movie, much like her sister in mediocrity, toyin ibrahim. only difference is that where funke's mediocrity reaches a threshold, toyin's stretches through the periphery into new lands. she simply vomits nonsense & calls it a day.
You prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies; You anoint my head with oil; My cup runs over. Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me All the days of my life; And I will dwell in the house of the Lord Forever - Psalms 23:5-6