She doesn’t want your drama. She’s fed up of your games. She’s heard your lies so many times before. Lies from a thousand boys. Boys barely men. A million lies in just 25 years. Don’t tell her that you love her. She knows it’s a lie. She can see through you now. Oh yes she can. Don’t lie to her no more. She has heard it all. Promises of Love. Paradise. Passion. Care. Faithfulness. Trust. She knows you. You cant lie to her anymore.
Why are hearts so vulnerable? How many times can your heart be broken? How many tears does one have to shed before they find their true love? What’s wrong with humanity? Where had the patience gone? People quickly fall in love like it’s a duty to be fulfilled in a hurry. She didn’t understand love anymore. “Is there something wrong with me?” she often asked herself.
Her ex had a sagacious charm that enabled him to mix with people from all works of life. He’d charmed his way into her heart, and ultimately into her pants. Maybe she’d erred in allowing him too much liberty with her life and body. How could one tell the difference between the real ones and the liars? They all seemed deceptive back-stabbing sons of b*tches nowadays.
She’d learnt her lessons at her tender age. “25 with 45 years experience,” she liked to brag to her friends, often said with a wry smile playing around the corners of her lips. The banyankole tribe of western Uganda have a saying that transliterates to ‘Shortage of space only exists in the heart’. But her heart had no shortages. Far from it. She easily fell in love. Quickly forgave mistakes. Held no grudges.
She now hated men with a passion. Her heart wouldn’t be broken ever again. She’d be more careful in future. No more games. No more lies. No more mistakes. The Chinese say that keep a green tree in your heart and perhaps a songbird will come. She kept her trees green, but the songbirds that came sang no songs for her. They broke her heart and left her in tears every time with their lustful passions and twisted agendas.
“God loved the birds and invented trees. Man loved the birds and invented cages” – Jacques Deval