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#DearAbi My Kind of Love

Dear Abi, As fate would have it, I am back to writing a letter almost 5 years from the day I last drafted one around this time of the year. 2018 seems light years away especially considering the pandemic that hit us in 2020 which seemed to have distorted our sense of time – story for another day. Last time out, I was here ranting about not wanting to be a nice guy. The thoughts of a 28-year-old…

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#DearAbi I don't want to be a nice guy anymore!

#DearAbi I don’t want to be a nice guy anymore!

Dear Abi,

I hope this missive finds you well and in good spirit after Valentine’s day. I’ll get straight into it. Is there a way to write/talk about about being a nice guy without sounding pretentious?

The nice guy notion is something I’ve been struggling with for a while now, both in it’s implicit and explicit sense. The term nice guys is too subjective if you ask me. Outside this discussion,I…

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#DearAbi This Is How A Heart is Broken

Dear Abi,

Hope you’ve been well and started the year on a positive note. I’ve struggled to pen this missive over the past few days, attributing that to either the complexity of the subject or the difficulty I currently face trying to write of late – known in some quarters as writer’s block. Self-expression through words , written or spoken, has always come easy to me but with each passing day…

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#DearAbi Make My Heart a Home

Dear Abi,

I’ve been struggling to write this letter, over the past week, as the words don’t seem to make it from my heart to the screen anymore. It’s like every time I sit down to write, a dark fog clouds the clarity of my thoughts and whatever’s written doesn’t convey the truth of what I really want to say.

Music seems to be my only escape of late. Long hours are spent browsing the internet for…

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#DearAbi This Broken Heart of Yours

#DearAbi This Broken Heart of Yours

Dear Abi,

I am fighting the urge to start this with an apology because I know you would hate that. As you say, guilt is an unnecessary burden and one should never apologize for moving on. Each person’s path leads them to where they’re suppose to be and sometimes that path leads us away from those who are closest to us. Kahlil Gibran said it best, “If you love somebody, let them go, for if they…

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#DearAbi Losing Friends

Dear Abi,

Friendships are a fragile thing. The foundations might be made of stone but a bigger percentage of the house is just made of glass and wood. How easy it seems to break or set this house on fire. They might have the allure of a bush of roses but in there lies some sharp thorn ready to jolt you back to reality when you get too comfortable.

Humans are to err as much as they are to…

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#DearAbi Golden

Dear Abi,

Sometimes I drop into a deep abyss of darkness, caught in a mental whirlpool where for those few seconds I can’t see the future and all but forget the past. But the present is like the dark side of the moon. Some would call me bipolar, some would say moody but you always had the thought to ask me what is wrong.

I never told you about this habit where I startle at 2am in the morning from…

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#DearAbi The Scientist

Dear Abi,

I’ll never fall in love again. That is my new mantra. The definition of love has become too confusing and even though most of my poems are about love, I don’t seem to have my thoughts wrapped around it yet.

I keep telling the boys that am done chasing tails, telling tales and waiting for tell tell signs of there being something more. I guess am too much of a romantic to fall in love.…

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