cleaning up my closet.
I suddenly smashed the break. The tyres came screeching and coming to a halt some few metres away. I couldn't figure out why in the hell I did that,'I had made my decisions and that was what mattered most at the moment. ‘Get out!' I said with an irritating look that told in my face only when I was extremely nerved up. She had pushed me to the wall and I wasn't going to punk out juist like that. I had decided I messed up the whole situation; I shouldn't have gone into the relationship in the first place. ‘ What is the matter with you?' she questioned as if expecting anything of such from me. ‘I thought I'd apologised?' she continued looking sarcastic at least enough for me to realise the case wasn't sounding like Hip-hop to her. I remained adamant and after putting a feeble ressistance, she got out of my car quite reluctantly. To be honest, it was a very big decision for me to take but I did it without looking back, I couldn't have looked back not after what sola made me go through, I had to act tough and that was just the begining. The real man is that who cleans up his messes. He does take it into consideration that life is full of ups and downs and remains the only person who can really figure that out and that can really know how to handle his thing his own way. A guy should not rely at every point in time on his parent bacause it exposes only one thing, the weakness in you and incapability of handling different demanding situation at their justified and appropiate time. I've had so many experiences in life good and equally bad, convicing and depressing but I haven't seen one as so much deluding as the guy to the girl relationship thing. It is the real aspect you could easily identify a man's weakness. The biblical Samson was identified as the strongest man that ever live but was simply brought down by a mere prostitute. The German ruler ‘Aldolf Hitler' known for his wide spread power and versal authority came crashing by an ordinary girlfriend, and so many countless situations of outstanding men who couldn't handle themselves not to mention their ernomous responsibility. As I watched Sola walked into the air, I zoomed off and was full of both thanskgiving and regrets. Thanks giving as I remember my favourite,'good ridance to bad rubbish.' And regrets on the pretext that it took a fortune to eventually get her off my back. I had met her in a boutique and as a young lad, my eyes popped out immediately I set my eyes on this ravishing beauty. I couldn't hold on for long as I accosted her the moment she got out of the boutique. ‘Hello' I'd muttered as my eyes raced up her entire body. She had a blue lavender blouse upon a black suite skirt. ‘Hi' she responded exposing her set of white sparkling teeth. She looked at me directly in the eye as we conversed as if to say ‘I dare you to speak.' She momentarily bursted into uncontrollable laughter which only promted me further leaving the remaining part of the story as history. Sola was cool but later got to found out of her numerous sex escapades with a good number of men one of which was a politiccal thug. He threatened my life over and over again which landed me in my present situation.Thank God I'd cleaned up the matter before I met my doom. I'm vey set to handle anyother form of ste back that is presently in my life now; I am cleaning up my closet.
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