Mrs Dee's Corner - Friendships That Fade....

Friendship is a beautiful experience when you find friendships who are worthy....

So I used to have this male buddy from when I was sixteen or thereabout, his name is Chike.

Chike was a good looking guy and even though he was a serial playboy, he was one young man who was kind to my family and never joked with my mum.


He was there to help me fill my jamb form online when I had difficulty getting it done. He never failed to help me out each time I asked .he was  a good friend.


The friendship however never moved to another level even though I might have considered him if he was serious enough (thank God he didn't).


When I got married, he honoured my invitation and it was only right for him to inform me that he was moving to the US and would love to see me before his flight took off...

He arrived in Lagos and we talked on phone on the day he would visit and I promised to send him directions to our house in the evening to enable him locate our residence.


I was heavily pregnant then and was kinda self conscious that he would see me with the fat face, darker complexion, clumsy walk and the signature nose of most pregnant women.

 I was torn between cancelling our meeting or letting him visit. But I couldn't bring myself to call him and tell him not to come again, so I chose the easy way out and ignored his calls.

He called me several times, but I just let it ring without answering.

After that day, guilt made me not to even call and apologise or try to explain why I was unavailable.

We were friends on facebook, but after that day, he blocked me and changed his username. I couldn't reach him anymore.


Two years after he had moved to the States, I received a call from him and I was genuinely shocked and happy.

We caught up on old times and discussed at length.

But our conversations and chats were not as it used to be, I was now a mum with little kids and a home to run so I didn't have as much time as I used to. He even complained that I was slow in reading his messages and replying his chats.


At a point, he just stopped reaching out.


Sometimes I miss our conversations and wish it could be as it used to, other times, I just know life has taken us on different routes and we can't be close as we used to be....

I still miss what we shared.

Wicked friend!!!...what are you missing what you shared for?If a guy had done that now,you would included his name in your black book.I am happy that he stopped reaching out,you are not a good friend abeg!!!