It’s Lonely Here

Adunni the writer
1 min readApr 12, 2024

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“I’ll take that for you” He says before relieving my hands of the bag. He doesn’t ask whether I want to be relieved of the burden of carrying it.

I somehow think he wouldn’t wait for an answer even if he asked.

My mind wanders to the times I talk and how he always listens.

I don’t think he actually wants to listen.

Or carry my bag.

I think he does them because i’ve joked about them before.

“Just listen when I talk” I’ve said once.

“So you can’t carry my bags abi?” I’ve also said.

I remember a friend of mine. I told her everything and she listened and helped.

And then one day, she stopped.

She stopped paying attention.

Maybe I had too many needs, she just decided to ignore me.

Or maybe I looked desperate. Maybe I looked like I was begging for her attention.

“No, Don’t worry. Don’t worry.” I said to him, taking the bags from him quickly.

Maybe if I didn’t look desperate for attention, I’d get them on the days I really needed them, I think as I struggled with the heavy bag.

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