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He’s just not that into you.

Forced conversations, waiting for call backs and being the first one to text always. You see the signs but then you ignore them. Maybe he’s busy, he has a lot on his plate and maybe I should have called an hour later.

Mate, he’s just not that into you. I know first-hand what it feels like to be rejected. Frankly we all do. Sometimes you meet someone and the chemistry is amazing (or so you think) and you think there’s no way this isn’t the real deal. You’re not thinking marriage just quite yet but you have a few dates already planned in your head and you’ve picked out matching Christmas jumpers.

Sometimes things just fizzle out and it’s nobody’s fault. You accept that it just wasn’t meant to be and keep it pushing. Sadly the fire is still ablaze on one end but the other party has swiftly hosed down their flame.

Being confident in yourself means that you believe that time spent getting to know you and time spent with you is something someone else should be excited about. If you respect others it is perfectly within your rights to want respect back.

Don’t force the flow. I’ll be your big sister/aunt and tell you, if he’s not making as much effort with you as you are with him; he’s just not that into you. Don’t feel guilty if this new revelation is rearing its head after intimacy with said person.

People have such different motives you can’t always read them. You may not have been looking for intimacy to begin with but exchanged it for affection or what you thought to be affection. You’re never too old, too pretty, too much of a ‘nice’ girl to be ‘taken advantage’ of.

You live and you learn. Your experience will not be the same with everybody you encounter but just remember to trust your gut. Keep it moving. Find someone who wants to talk to you, loves to read your texts and can’t wait until the next time they can see you. Whilst you’re pining after Mr. Only calls you after midnight someone is waiting to bask in your magic. Don’t beat yourself up about it. It happens to the best of us.

Namaste

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Diary of a Sankwas Girl

I like to call myself a story teller, because quite frankly that sounds miles better than calling myself a liar. 

I can't remember what year it was but there was an earthquake when I was growing up in Accra. I remember giving at least six different accounts of where I was when the earthquake happened. In one account I was at home with my parents in another I was out in the streets battling nature in all its ferocious glory.

Needles to say, fiction has always been waaaayyy more exciting than fact. Whenever life got a little bit too truthful I found a story and character to conveniently hide behind. Still not a liar just a young woman with an over active imagination.

But alas! it is this same wild imagination that has led to many a dark day. Imagining things that are simply not there. Predicting the worst when life hasn't even predicted the script that way. Or in relationships, forcing men into characters they never signed up for all because I'd written the story how I saw fit. I would subsequently get angry, frustrated or just check out. The plan these days is to save my stories for my note pad and writing competitions- you know for the readers who want to escape to 1940 where Rosa owns a brothel and is hiding from the king. I'm letting life do it's own story telling, I'm not forcing the story- I'm not forcing the script.