THE FACEBOOK LOVE STORY: NEW BEGININGS

In retrospect, not only did that catastrophe leave her devastated, it had also produced a strong woman in Jennifer. She was only 22, but her résumé left her over qualified for a sufferer. Five years ago is as fresh as a wound inflicted by the canine of a lion. Maxwell may have died, but she sees him each time she looks at her little boy. She can then afford a smile.

So many things have happened ever since the unfortunate incident. Oceans had poured out of her eyes. It was never healthy for an expectant woman. The worst months of her life she may have called them. She could talk to herself. The strange part was she had seen no one from Max’s family show up. Not even his parents.

“Maxwell, Oh my dear Maxwell. Why did you have to leave me? You promised me of a future together. You swore never to leave me. I wish our son could take a look at you. Who will ever teach him to be a real man like you were?” She could lament endlessly.

Her hallucinations were her refuge. If only RIP meant return if possible.

As soon as she had conceived, she had embarked on a mission to complete school. Her friends were talking university now, some could mock her. She never imagined completing school a year later. She imagined how different things would have been if she had never signed up for Facebook. Yet again, she could not have met Max; in that way it was worth it. However, complete school she did and now in university pursuing Public Administration. She is really a tough cookie. Most people never get up to their feet.

Her therapist had suggested that the best way to heal was to share her story, specifically through writing. She knew this could be easy as her journal could easily be her first draft.

She had decided to tell her story and plan to her philosophy lecturer who had seemed both touched and supportive. His name was Mr Zulu, but insisted Jenifer call him Paul. Paul was a young man in his early thirties. He was nice, understanding and kind ever since she moved into campus. She was confident he would help her out. He had agreed to help her publish her book and also for her to ask him if she needed anything just during her stay in campus.

Paul and Jennifer grew so close at times it was impossible to hide this during lectures. Her mates could tease her about how she liked Paul. Paul was not married at all. Jennifer could see Paul was so attracted to her. She thought she was blessed for always meeting good men. Actually, her little boy’s 5th birthday party was actually all on him. She did like Paul, but not enough to be with him. She always thought she would betray Max had she gone out with another dude. Even after 5 years, she was not over her first love.

Fast forward: Two years later

Now in their final year, Mary her friend had noticed this relationship had never progressed. Jenny was clearly lucky to have a guy like Paul around her. Why would she not give him a chance? Mary always wondered.

“So I know it’s none of my beeswax, but I can’t help but notice you kinda are avoiding Paul in some way. Listen Jenny, you should consider yourself a very lucky girl. After all that has occurred in your life, you are still blessed enough to have a good guy pursuing you. Why not give him a chance?” Mary asked.

Jennifer remained silent for a while.
“I appreciate your concerns Mary, but you don’t understand it is not that easy” Jenny said

“I know you still think about Max, but you have to move on. Max will never come back. Remember you are growing older. Before you know it, no more men will pursue you. I’m sure Max would be happy to know you found true love” Mary said softly

She stormed off to the bathroom.

“Max will never come back”. Those words from Mary’s speech hurt her so much. She still thought he would come back. In the bathroom, she shed rivers. “Max would be happy to know you found true love”. She kept thinking about Mary’s words. She eventually realised her friend was right, but she wasn’t totally convinced.

The next day, Paul informed her that the book was being printed in the US by his friend who had agreed to market her book globally because it was a huge story. She felt so elated. She couldn’t conceal her excitement. She hugged Max tightly and thanked him for everything he had done for her.

“Anytime” was all Paul said to her.
Paul had convinced her to re-activate her Facebook account as these were NEW BEGINNINGS. Everyone was glad to comment welcome back when she made her first post. She felt so happy after a long time. She knew she owe her happiness to Paul, he had been through it all with her. Maybe it was time to give him a chance.

She was to graduate in two months and the pressure from her peers coercing her to date Paul was increasing by the day.

“You know what, just give Paul to me if you do not want him. There is no way you can overlook such a handsome, educated and wealthy man after you”, another of her friends joked around.

All her friends laughed, including Jennifer.

Maybe it was time. Maybe she could ask him out herself because the only reason she thought he never did (officially) was because he was shy. Anyway, lucky for him, his actions had spoken myriads for him.

So she invited him for dinner the next week. Good thing her roommate had gone home for the weekend and so she had the room to herself. They talked for a long time and later watched a movie. It was so romantic; she had never imagined any of this to happen to her after losing Max. She hoped she hadn’t betrayed him, she hoped he could understand.

Later on, he thanked her for the nicely cooked dinner and the time well spent and was about to leave. They embraced, but never to both let go. She kissed him on his lips and he responded quite well. Her chest against his, this thing was leading to another. She started to help him shed off his jacket. She had only done it once her whole life, but she was in such control. She realised this part of her being had been left unattended to for a long time and all her feelings and cravings came rushing back at her. They began to overpower her.

Like a flash of lightening or maybe suddenly, Paul pulled away quickly and held back his jacket to restore it to its previous position.

“I’m so sorry, I can’t do this. I have to leave. Please have a goodnight” He said awkwardly with no eye contact.

Jennifer was left in shock. How and why could he resist her? Had she began getting old like Mary once said? No she was still perfect. She had a banging body. No one could have ever guessed she was a mother. Why did Paul act that way? Was he gay? She was in complete perturbation.

The next day when she saw him, never had she imagined having an awkward moment with Paul. He said “hi” frantically and walked away. She wanted to apologise for instigating that act the previous night. Their relationship took a very crazy shift until two months later on her graduation day. She could never have guessed this even if she had hope.

She was glad to have graduated with a merit, and was asked to give a speech to inspire everyone that whatever they went through, they could still stand on their feet and be stable again. Her speech was so touching and everyone wanted to shake her hand after.

She couldn’t believe what she saw next. She beheld a familiar face. She had imagined this, but she had never really believed it. Was this day playing tricks on her mind? Her mother held her firmly and told her to be strong.
She saw a man she had known a while back and who in his hands held her son. Was her hallucination back? She saw Paul standing next to him. He smiled at her. She stood frozen like a statue.

“Maxwell Hernandez is that you? She asked in a soft voice.

She had a very huge expression of shock on her face.

“In the flesh”, he smiled her.

She was so overcome by shock, she passed out. When she awakened, she was in Maxwell’s arms.

“I know you think I died, but I have a lot to tell you” he said.

So Maxwell on the day of the car crush had dropped into a comma. His mother was quickly alerted of the situation and had found a way to instruct the doctor that her son had died in the eyes of the girl and her family. The following week, Max was moved to the UK were he could receive treatment. Max’s mum was a snob. She never wanted Max to marry low and when she had heard (from her spies) that her son was seeing a girl of not quite her ideal class, she was in such indignation.

The car crush was a plus to her. She had to ‘save’ her son from what she thought was a curse of bonding with people that lacked a social status. Apparently, she had suggested he marry the governor’s daughter, but clearly he went against her plans.
Paul was smart enough to solve this puzzle. After Maxwell had helped him complete his education, he had always believed to have owe Max one. When he realised Jennifer fitted the description of Max’s girl he had vowed to take care of her until such a time he could help the two reunite. The time was finally here. He had told Max about this and they both agreed the best day for the reunion was her graduation day.

Jennifer was so overwhelmed she couldn’t believe this, but was overjoyed to look Max in his eyes again. Her son’s father was back.It was like the demised love of her life had heard her cries and decided to resurrect. She now understood why Paul had always acted the way he did. He definitely was their son’s god father and the best man on their wedding the following month. Her book was a best seller. Could things be any better?

Let’s just say they lived happily ever after.

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THROWBACK THURSDAY

I like to think that if days of the week could speak, they would obviously want to voice out their amazement by the names we have attached to them, and then maybe we could have Instagram or twitter as our scapegoats.

While Monday has received so much hate from mostly students and many working folk, it will be pleased to note that it is the day that women have taken to express and reveal their crushes on men they find attractive. So Monday is actually called #MCM- Male Crush Monday as opposed to Wednesday which is called Woman Crush Wednesday. Well it’s totally up to Monday to decide if this #MCM is a cool nickname. Well if I was someone’s #MCM every week, I wouldn’t be bothered. *grins*

Now if you will please forgive my manners, 🙂 and allow let me to say good morning reader. Today is Thursday or Throwback Thursday. This is the day you dig into your past, get a photo, and share it with your friends. It could be your first birthday photo, to your prom, to your first time in college. It is all about going into the past.

Now it all depends on what kind of past moment you want to resurrect, that is why I believe #TBT comes with a certain level of complexity because it is very personal in most cases. You will agree with me that you have a whole lot of your photos that would make it to Throwback Thursday, but you decide not to share them.

See the past is a very sensitive topic; so many things can remind us of it despite their size. A simple necklace will remind you of the person in the past that gave it to your on your birthday. I believe a small thing as a picture will play a scenario of your past before you. That is how come you find it easy to caption: #LASTSUMMER #TURNTUP #AMAZING #EPIC #CRAY #YOLO #INSTAHAPPY #INSTAGOOD #GREATTIMES and so on and so forth.. and oh yeah #THROWBACKTHURSDAY.

So #TBT is so much fun, but I feel it should move to another level because it isn’t totally honest. By not being totally honest, I mean the past is presented as perfect as most of the pictures shared are of great moments. I mean this is entirely my opinion and you have the right to yours. I am writing this depending on what I am exposed to. There are some photos we took from a past occasion that we feel are embarrassing. We think they cannot make it to our Throwback Thursdays.

For example you may have been a chubby kid or battled weight gain (and I mean this in the least offensive way) and just can’t find yourself sharing that photo. You know what would be fun? To get out of your ‘comfort’ zone, to let go of that fear and personal judgement , to just let it go. You never know that that would be an inspiration to someone fighting hard to lose their weight.

What about your funniest photo. The one where you looked like Mr Bean or the Joker. 🙂 *laughs out loud* Okay the joker is too much, but you do get my point right? Throwback Thursday shouldn’t just be about the greatest moments of your life. No one’s past is purely great. At times we need to open up and just deal with our past and that’s life for you.

Anyway, I am not a lame preacher, because I practice what I preach. So, I will lead by example and share with you a picture during my school days. 🙂 I find this photo ridiculous and crazy, but I will get out of my comfort zone and simply give it to you.

So Thanks for reading, good morning again and wishing you a great Throwback Thursday. Also remember to share with me your crazy posts. Love you all. 🙂

My funniest pic #TBT LOL

My funniest pic #TBT LOL

#IAmAZedblogger

One of the most functional utilities online has been the hashtag. It proves to have many advantages one mainly allowing huge topics summarised into a single word allowing myriads of people to discuss it in ‘unison’. It makes it easier to know what is the most talked about stuff when a hashtag is repeatedly used by millions worldwide and later resulting into trending topics-the most talked about. Facebook recently adopted this tool, showing how eminent it is in the social world.

As bloggers in Zambia, the use of the hashtag has come in handy. We have come up with a hashtag we are calling #IAmAZedblogger .This hashtag is actually a project initiated by one Martha Kundwe who currently basically blogs on fashion.I got introduced to it last week and I agreed with her ideas on this. So this is just the beginning and is set to hopefully fully expand next year.

This system is not in any way complex. We will simply share our posts on twitter, facebook, instagram etc. using the same hashtag #IAmAZedBlogger .This way it will be easier for us bloggers and you readers to find our posts on these networks. It simply serves as an advertisement of our works. All bloggers are encouraged to use this tag and is currently strictly Zambian as it aims to unite the nation’s bloggers perhaps in due course we may come up with a continental regional tag and so on.

I personally feel this is a good idea as it presents us with a platform to be exposed.I mean what is a blog without viewers? It is like you building a mall where only you shops. We need our work to be appreciated, rationally criticised and analysed. We are not paid to do this, but inspiration among ourselves and you the readers will allow us to attain a feeling of satisfaction. I would like all Zambian bloggers to come out and show us their very best.If it means we have to compete with a goal to produce quality work, #letsbringit.Lets support each other by following eachother’s blogs and sharing every post. Let’s blog on topics that will build the nation positively.

To the readers, a blog is not a personal diary. We do this because we know you are there to consume the written art. So your support is what matters the most. You do not just end by reading, your mind should always compel you to share, like comment on the post,Retweeet and any other way you could to show us the appreciation we may deserve.A post may be useful to someone far away from you,so always be ready to share.If you think you too can write,why not join the team than waste your skill?

So lets tweet #IAmAZedBlogger.Compliments of the season 🙂