Anyway, as I have not much to talk about, I will just talk about this piece I wrote for an online magazine, it's titled 'The Hopelessly Shy'
It’s the 5th time you’ve looked in the mirror in barely 2 minutes, you know you look good but you want to look better. You cock your head to the left and gently dab your already very well combed hair with your right palm. You wonder what she will say when she sees that you’ve cut your hair. The first and last time you saw her, you imagined that she will prefer you when you get a haircut. She didn’t strike you as one of those girls that like men on afro – she probably thinks afro make men look rough and unkempt, she looks too clean to like unkempt men. You will definitely talk to her today - that last time, at your friend’s elder sister’s wedding, the place was too crowded and she was sitting next to her friend all through, that was why you did not get a chance to say a word to her. Your friend thinks it’s because you are shy, but of course not: you’re not shy; you just don’t talk too much.
You can read the rest of the short prose here
Till Next Time,, Keep dreaming!!
It’s
the 5th time you’ve looked in the mirror in barely 2 minutes, you know
you look good but you want to look better. You cock your head to the
left and gently dab your already very well combed hair with your right
palm. You wonder what she will say when she sees that you’ve cut your
hair. The first and last time you saw her, you imagined that she will
prefer you when you get a haircut. She didn’t strike you as one of those
girls that like men on afro – she probably thinks afro makes men look
rough and unkempt, she looks too clean to like unkempt men. You will
definitely talk to her today – that last time, at your friend’s elder
sister’s wedding, the place was too crowded and she was sitting next to
her friend all through, that was why you did not get a chance to say a
word to her. Your friend thinks it’s because you are shy, but of course
not: you’re not shy; you just don’t talk too much. - See more at:
http://oyamag.com/prose-the-hopelessly-shy/#sthash.r2dtAgqo.dpuf
It’s
the 5th time you’ve looked in the mirror in barely 2 minutes, you know
you look good but you want to look better. You cock your head to the
left and gently dab your already very well combed hair with your right
palm. You wonder what she will say when she sees that you’ve cut your
hair. The first and last time you saw her, you imagined that she will
prefer you when you get a haircut. She didn’t strike you as one of those
girls that like men on afro – she probably thinks afro makes men look
rough and unkempt, she looks too clean to like unkempt men. You will
definitely talk to her today – that last time, at your friend’s elder
sister’s wedding, the place was too crowded and she was sitting next to
her friend all through, that was why you did not get a chance to say a
word to her. Your friend thinks it’s because you are shy, but of course
not: you’re not shy; you just don’t talk too much. - See more at:
http://oyamag.com/prose-the-hopelessly-shy/#sthash.r2dtAgqo.dpuf
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