There are so many reasons why a young girl full of life and sanity could choose to forego her lunch just to make this post. Any normal person is allowed to think that I am heartbroken; you are right. My heart has been broken by all the people I chose to trust. My heart has been broken by all the people I chose to serve at the expense of every other thing I could have chosen to do in life. Get me right; my heart is not broken out of the normal love that there can be between a man and woman. My heart is just broken as a result of the choices I chose to make in life. Choices whose responsibility is not on my shoulders. Choices that cannot be counted upon my blood. Choices that life sent my way and I could do nothing but go for them.
Yes, all seemed and still seems well with my placement and life. Be ye informed, I am the kind who will smile all the way to my burial site. I do this not because my heart is made of stones, but because its all I need to see another day. I need to make a website update,a social media update or a mouth update for me to have a smile on my face. I need not talk much. My heart is broken.
But here I am, in my full senses and with all authority given to me by my creator to be governor of my own self. Here I am taking full charge of the choices that were forced on my way. Here I am fighting with people I never chose to meet in life. Here I am fighting for my rights to govern my own life. I am out to collect the pieces that have been scattered all over. I am out to take away all the powers that other shoulders have been bearing on my behalf. No more will my blood be counted on other souls. No more will my heart cry for so and so. I will be a governor of my own life.
So here I am moving on. I will not accept to be tied back by false promises. I refuse to be lied to again. I refuse to let other people be the determinants of the very basic choices in my life. I will not wait for them to tell me when to stand up and when to sit down. They will not tell me when to laugh and when to cry. They will not tell me how long I should look out and when to turn my neck to which direction. I choose to make my own choices and be accountable for their consequences.
I will not be blinded by their “hospitality” and “good will” I will not listen to them talk to me nicely to boost my spirit. I will not compromise on my decision to move on. I will leave, I will not stay, I will not look back. I choose to move on!