Last last, na everybody go chop breakfast.

When he looked me in the eyes, my life was turned upside down.
All the beautiful flowers I was drawn to couldn’t compare to the beauty of his eyes. And when he smiled at me, they drew me in, crinkling at the sides, and my heart dropped to my feet.
Clad in torn jeans, with tattoos all over him, he screamed “bad news”. And even though I knew that my mother would surely have my head, I couldn’t take my eyes off him. My heart had fallen deeply, surely my mother would understand?

Have you ever been in love?
I was sure this was the love until the plate I was holding fell to the ground, jolting me awake from my daydream.
I was thinking about Jake again.
He’d entered my life like a dream, becoming my prince charming and sweeping me off my feet, but I didn’t think he’d leave in the same way. I certainly didn’t expect our love story to come to an end, or for him to abandon me in Nigeria with no explanation. Sighing, I bent to wash the plate at the sink, hoping to wash away the bad taste in my mouth and unconsciously shaking my head at the song my neighbor was playing, wondering if she saw beyond my smile that was now a facade.

“Last last indeed, everybody go chop breakfast” I muttered in mockery.

It was, on the other hand, ironic. I had gradually but unconsciously moved on from him since he had left. Sure, the pain was excruciating at times, but I knew I was going to be fine.
Wasn’t it exactly like God? He is always concerned with his children’s well-being. The things that we thought would kill us never did, and when we needed something, he was always there to provide for us.

It made me realize that, even if men were capable of serving breakfast that made your heartache, God was willing to serve one that could completely heal us. Whatever the situation may be, it is critical to remember that it is a passing phase. God is always present and mindful of you, even to the littlest details.
We simply had to learn never to give up on God.

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