Journal?

How do y’all shoot shots on Twitter? Cause I think I may have just done one but Miss Moonshine just likes my shot tweets and occasionally replies to my tweet. But as for DMs? Nah, it’s just there, unread, un-replied.

My idea for shooting this shot is because of two reasons; I want to connect to Gen Z writers which I think she is and she looks ‘friend-worthy’ which in other words means she is pretty.

I’m hoping that I would have published a new edition of Da’ Vibe Magazine this march but it looks like entries are not coming. So right now, I’m going to be making bold moves.
Move 1- Request for an article from FCEN’s blog to be published on my magazine
Move 2- Request an interview with?? Nah, let’s make this a surprise.

One Week Later
This draft-blog post is then revisited. Highlights of the past week?
I unfollowed Miss Moonshine but her tweets somehow filter into my timeline.
What am I doing? Listening to How to take possession of what belongs to you by Pastor Chris.
My Day? Supposedly fantastic but I’m feeling bad, a little bit hurt but…

On a random Day sha– I wrote a poem for Huwa’s tweet.

For every kiss, For every tear
For every day, For every night
In this abyss of bliss and bear
Even for this, Let me go

I don’t know but it seems Huwa is somewhat making a shot back at love and at the same time, maintaining her stance as the break-up advocate. It’s funny.

Yesterday March 13th
The feeling that you get when your favourite person in the world then becomes so unfamiliar to you is so wild. Have you ever wanted to call a friend but you have to pray under your breath that she was in the right mood?

Maybe, I shouldn’t be writing this maybe I should.
I had a fall-out with my best friend at the beginning of the year and it was like I kinda saw it coming. The third month is taking its course and it looks like nothing is ever rekindling the friendship.
It’s ironic because we supposedly had a conversation that brought apologies. Our conversation showed I did nothing wrong and she needed space. Even though it had been demanded violently but subtly under the guise of pouring unnecessary attitude on me and a little bit of mean words, raising voices and all sorts, I gave it with the hope that she’d return to talk about her frustrations to me and with me.

Maybe, I shouldn’t have written this, maybe I should. I just need to get this off my mind and writing this seems the only help. Now, if sympathies are forming in your mind for me- against her, please don’t. That’d be selfish. She probably has her reasons.
Being a writer’s best friend could also be wild too. You get to be the muse for everything. When things are sweet and things are sour. She follows my blog and I’m wondering how she’s feeling right now. For all it’s worth if you are reading this, I love you.

And you too!

Today, 14th March
I post this piece on my blog.