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mochiiyaya · 4 years

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Can We Fix This?

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As you were cleaning, ignoring the notifications you hear a ring from the door. “Ah sorry, we are closed, come tomorrow.” You said as you looked up to see a familiar but slightly different brunette. “Y/n.” He softly said. Your eyes widened. It felt like time stopped. “T-tooru? What are you doing here??” You said almost like a whisper. You rubbed your eyes to make sure your eyes weren't deceiving you. “It's me Y/n.” He says as he comes closer. “P-please don't c-come closer.” You said as you backed away. Your hands were shaking as you tighten your hold on the broom. It was dead silent and you can hear your unsteady breathing. You knew the reason he was here yet this came to you as a surprise.

“Why are you here.” You said looking to the floor. “Y/n i wanna talk. I texted you saying I'll be coming. Please let's talk.” He said. “I didn't check my phone..” You softly said. “I'm glad you didn't then because you would have left. We both do know that. Y/n I'm not planning on staying forever in Japan, I'm going back to Argentina soon.” He said as you could feel his eyes on you. “Then why come back there no poi-” You were cut off, “You are the reason…” He said softly. Your eyes widened trying to hold back to tears. “Stop! Just stop it... Why?” You said.

“Y/n..” His soft voice makes your heartache. “Tooru just stop... Please just.. stop.” You say. “No Y/n hear me out, please. Just for now.” He said as he reached out for your hand. You pushed his hand away, letting go of the broom. “Why should I? When I pleaded for you to just listen you didn’t give it a second thought.” You said getting frustrated.

“You are the reason why I'm back in Japan. You were always on my mind. I wanted to hold you, I wanted you by my side, I wanted to hear your voice, see a text for you. I couldn't handle it anymore. I just had to see you. Don't you understand Y/n.” He said as you heard his voice break. Tears falling from your face. “I want to say how much I hate you yet I just can't.. because I know I don't. I don't think I will ever hate you even after everything that has happened.” You said letting out a sigh. “Can we fix this? Can we fix us?” He said as he reached out for your hand holding it tightly.

“Maybe if you came sooner maybe we could have..” You said as you pulled your hands away. “D-do you have someone new?” He said as his voice break. You looked at him. Your eyes widened seeing the brunette face covered with tears. “Y-y/n p-please tell me you didn’t, p-please tell me that it's not true.. Tell me that I'm the o-only one, the only one you love.” He breaks down falling to the ground. Your heartaches to see him like this. Your sight blurred from the tears.

“Tell me that the years we spent together meant something to you, tell me that the memories we had never left your mind, tell me that you still want to marry me. Please just tell me please. I'm begging you.” He paused a moment trying to catch his breath. “Y/n please don't leave me alone. Don't leave my side... Don't give up on us. W-we can try this again right?” He said, looking straight into your eyes pleading to you. “Tooru..”

“Y/n, please... I-i know it's my fault yet all these years I couldn't let you go even how much I tried too, I couldn't even think of anyone besides you. I was stupid and young yet I knew you meant the world to me but I l-let you go.”

“Get up please.” You said softly. He did what he was told to do. You wrapped your arms around him for an embrace. He did the same yet buried his face in the crook of your neck and held you tighter.

“T-tooru” You took his silence as he was listening. “I um where do I start this.” Your mind running wild trying to find the right words. ”Um I don't regret the times we spent together. I was really happy. I miss the dates we had, the late-night calls or talks, our little adventures, cheering you on when you had a games, and of course you.” You heard him trying to hold back his cries. “I'm glad I met you even though how we ended things could have been better but we were both still young and trying to figure out who we were. I know that night, the things you and I said were not true, we were just shouting out random things out of anger. Maybe if I was a better girlfriend for you, you wouldn't have left me behind, maybe if I convinced you that I'll stay with you until the very end you wouldn't have given up on me… on us.” You said as you gripped his shirt he was wearing.

He backed up to look you in the eyes. “Y/n you were enough. You gave me everything a person can-” “But i-”. He cut you off before you can say another word. “I promise you that. You made me feel like I was actually enough that my endless training was good enough for once. You stood by my side when I needed it the most. You were everything to me. I was so stupid..” He went back to the same position he was in.

“That day you left broke my heart in so many ways. You showed me how to love but you showed me how painful a heartbreak can be. When you left I questioned if you ever loved me, if I meant anything to you, if you ever needed me to stay with you, or if I was enough for you. It took me years to get over it. I wanted to know these answers from you yet not that long ago I have been feeling okay. To answer your question yes I meant someone. He now means the world to me, he made me feel like I was enough, that I'll be okay, and i wouldn't change that. I'm happy now, Tooru.” You felt his breathing change. You back away and hold his face. He grabbed your hand and held it tight. His eyes have gone puffy and his nose seems a bit red.

“Tooru I love you I truly do but I'm slowly moving on and you should too. Maybe things might have been different but this is how things ended up. Maybe in another time, we ended up together and we were happ-”

“Don't say that in front of me because I really really wish that's how we ended up.” He said with a sad soft look. He placed a soft kiss on your forehead. That small kiss had so many emotions that weren't said.

You both looked at each with love in your eyes yet you both knew there's no going back to how things were and after this, you both are going to move on with life. You knew he loved you and you loved him but your feelings for Kenma only grew with every moment you spent with him.

“Does he make you that happy?” He asked. “Very” “Then i-i guess that okay by me..” He said as he holds you tighter, ceasing your hair. “If you hadn’t met him would it have been me?”

“Tooru, I thought of marrying you”. “But look at you now liking someone else that’s not me.” You let out a small chuckle. “I'm not sure because what if we didn't settle our argument and never talked.” You let out a sigh.

“Right... You have no idea how much I wish we were together again at this moment.” He left a small hurt laugh. “If only if it was true.”

“Maybe it is, you never know. You believe in aliens so why not believe in another universe where we are happy and we fix this.” You backed away flicking his forehead. “Oww that wasn't necessary.” He rubbed his forehead. “And aliens are a different story.” He said as pouts. You let out a laugh

Hearing you laugh makes his heart race. Your laugh was music to his ears. How much he misses being the reason for you smiling, laughing, and overall your happiness. He knew he wasn't the one in your heart now and he has to learn how to be okay with that. He blames himself for letting you go. If only he could go back in time to change everything he would in a heartbeat. He felt like crying again. He’s willing to put his happiness aside if it means you’ll be happy.

You looked at him with a soft loving face and smiled. You placed your hand on his cheek to wipe away the tears that were running down with your thumb. He pulled you in a tight hugged. “Y/n I love you will all my heart remember if he doesn't treat you right I won't hesitate to hurt him I won't back down if he breaks your heart. Okay?” He said. You let out a small laugh and hummed in response.

How much he didn't want to face the truth that you're no longer his he had to accept it. “In another life time, we can fix this huh?” He thought to himself.

You both held each knowing this will be a goodbye and both of you are moving forward.

Little did you know someone was watching your heartfelt moment.

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newssplashy · 6 years

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Banky W: 'Here's what I'll tell my kids about the Super Eagles'

Banky W in his own words justaposes his lessons from Super Eagles 1-2 loss to Argentina to the state of the world.

Many years from now when, by God’s grace, my children are old enough to understand, this is exactly what I plan on telling them about my experience while watching my very first World Cup game live: “On a bright Summer night in St Petersburg, our Super Eagles played with more heart than our leaders have shown in 50 years. And I was proud to see it.”

See, I’m kind of a faith-over-facts type of sports fan, and I suspect that to a certain measure, a lot of us are. We know the facts. We know that Argentina are by far the better team. We KNOW that Leo Messi is on almost every list of the top 5 greatest football players of all time. There’s a reason that their country is currently 5th in the FIFA world Ranking, and to find Nigeria, you’d have to scroll all the way down to 48th. On paper, we know we probably never stood a chance. Coming into that game, in every position on the pitch, the gulf in talent was, to put it mildly… significant. Case in point: we have never ever in our footballing history, EVER had a striker as lethal as Sergio Aguero. Argentina had the luxury of bringing him on as a substitute late in the second half. But I plan on teaching my kids that in this life, despite seemingly insurmountable odds, you should dare to dream anyway.

And that’s exactly what most of us want, isn’t it? The opportunity to just…dream. To dream that maybe you can punch above your weight and be successful at it. Most people aren’t lucky enough to be recipients of glory in this rat race called life, so we project that innate desire onto the teams we support. And so the Nigerian team dreamt that we could do it, and we worked our asses off to make that dream come true. What we lacked in footballing pedigree, skill, and training… we almost entirely made up for in HEART. There were over 66,000 people in that stadium; between the Argentineans in attendance, and Messi’s global fanbase of billions, it looked and felt like 99% of the people in the crowd were rooting for Argentina. You could hardly sport a green jersey, and that’s not because it’s sold out. It’s because there were only a couple hundred of us, versus tens of thousands of them. The Super Eagles were playing in an Elimination Game, against arguably the Greatest player of all time, his top 5 ranked team, and over 60,000 people screaming and heckling our every kick of the ball.

But we played and we defended, we clawed and we FOUGHT. Yes, we lost, but we went down swinging and played with all the heart we could muster. And honestly? So did Argentina. Messi and co weren’t just going to roll over and die, in what would have probably been their most embarrassing world cup outing of all time. They were going to fight. And as I said in one of my numerous social-media-crazed-fan-videos, Nigeria didn’t come just to mark the register. We came to PLAY. Both sides went at it for 90+ mins, and for 86 of them, we were even. In the end, the better team won – because at this level, the truly great ones are able to capitalize on the slimmest of moments to separate themselves and secure victory. But the losing team was equally gallant in defeat. Both sides gave it their all. One side won, but both sides played with heart.

These days, I’ve found that my wife and I spend just as much time praying for our future children, as we do worrying about the kind of world we’d be bringing them into.

There’s so much darkness, sadness, and pain in the world, you know? Here’s a laundry list of things that have happened in the past month alone: Two globally successful celebrities hung themselves. Then a woman in Lagos allegedly also committed suicide, by jumping into the lagoon. Yesterday, an undergraduate student from Lagos State University attempted to do the same. Plateau state in Nigeria has JUST been hit with two fresh sectarian attacks…over 200 people were slaughtered in cold blood – the latest in a very long line of mass murders over the years. Add the frequency of killings in Zamfara, Benue, Taraba and you’ll find that Nigeria has started turning into the Murder Capital of World, for a country that’s not at war. There is NO justification for the mass murder of innocent human beings, and yet, it just seems to keep happening, moving from state to state. It’s happened so frequently that we’ve become completely numb to it. We don’t care anymore. It’s now just another headline. And if that wasn’t bad enough, Nigeria has just overtaken India as the Poverty Capital of the World. And with all this, all we ever do is tweet #hashtags… #prayforPlateau, #prayforBenue, #prayforNigeria… etc. We say stuff like “our hearts go out to the families of the victims”, but we actually have very little heart left. Because we’ve gotten used to hearing about the brutality, so we just adapt, tweet or retweet a picture and a prayer, and we move on.

It’s not just Nigeria, either. Most Nigerians envy the quality of life in places like the USA – but let’s take stock of where America is at right now. I have a hard time reading the news because it seems like it’s almost always bad. School shootings in the good old US of A are as frequent as Boko Haram bombings in Northern Nigeria. Reports in the media have been awash with images of sweet, innocent children of immigrants, uncontrollably crying their eyes out, because the American Government has coldheartedly separated them from their families and kept them in cages like animals; one can’t help but wonder at the kind of emotional scars and resentment that has been deposited in their hearts. And speaking of humans-being-treated-like-animals, look no further than the recent #JusticeForJunior hashtag on twitter – read about this teenager from the Bronx, whose only crime was bearing a small resemblance to someone that some gang members had a problem with. So what did they do? Five of them dragged him out of a corner store, and beat and stabbed him to death in the street. An innocent 15-year-old, who just happened to look like the person they meant to harm. The store owners saw 5 guys dragging him out of their shop, and chose to look the other way. He came back bleeding his life away and pleading for help, and they pushed him back out, locking their doors and telling him to go to the hospital. The people passing by on the street also looked the other way; the ones watching from their apartment windows, saw him being beaten and stabbed to death, and figured that it was more important to record the entire episode on their cell phones than to intervene, or at least, use the same damn phones to call for help. He died in a pool of his own blood, trying to run to a hospital in time to save his life, because no-one in the community cared enough to lift a finger. And this is all before we recount the numerous horror stories of women being sexually assaulted in the #MeToo movement, the innocent minorities being assassinated by the same American Police Officers who have sworn to serve and protect them, or by the numerous young people on the streets of Nigeria who have been brutalized, extorted, maimed and killed by barbaric members of the SARS police force.

So you know what I plan to tell my kids? I’m going to teach them to be passionate – and to have a Big, Fun-Loving, Kind HEART. It’s fun to be passionate about sports… I mean, there’s already so much evidence online showing just how CRAZY I get about my sports teams. I’ll tell them that it’s okay to be that way, and to be a faith-over-facts kind of sports fan. It’s fun, and life is too short to not have fun. But it seems like some of us are almost subconsciously waiting for our teams to mess up, just so they can hurl insults at them, tell them what a disgrace they are, and project all the anger and pain from our real lives on them; forgetting just how hard it is to break out of the dire circumstances that come with being an underprivileged Nigerian to make it into the National team. Do you know the work, the sweat, the tears, the sacrifices, the sheer determination it takes? Do you know how hard it is to even be able to make a living as an average Nigerian? I’ve got news for you. If you were blessed enough to watch the game on a flat screen TV in the comfort of your home, or at a bar somewhere… you’re not the average Nigerian. The average Nigerian lives on less than $2 a day. Some aren’t actually sure where their next meal will come from.

Some Nigerians, however, thought it was okay to go online to Ighalo’s social media to leave insult after insult, ridiculing him and other players, simply because he had a bad game. Which one of us has never had a bad day at work? Or made a series of regrettable mistakes? Luckily for us, we don’t have our bad days in front of millions of people who are actively rooting against us. And even afterwards, we get to learn from our mistakes quietly, in solitude, and resolve to do or be better. Whereas, Ighalo and co have to hear about it from thousands of comments, some of which represent the very worst of human behavior on the internet. I heard that when he turned off his comments on social media, some Nigerians went and found his WIFE to harass, threaten and bully her as well, as if she’s ever kicked a ball for the team. In what amounts to the greatest misplaced anger I’ve ever seen… we have let thieving politicians and businessmen who have made away with billions, running our economy into ruins go blame free; we have turned a blind eye to all the killings, beatings, oppression and injustice in our countries, and instead poured all our bitterness, criticism and venom out on footballers, their wives, and referees.

So I plan to teach my future kids that in sports, and in life, it’s incredibly important to try and give your absolute best in trying to win. Unfortunately, sometimes, your best will just not be good enough. But even on your worst day, it’s not the end of the world if you don’t get it right… as long as you give your all, and you do it with HEART. I plan to teach my kids, that in this increasingly dark world, it’s so much harder to be an optimist, but it’s so much more fun. It’s better to actively choose to care about others. It’s better to choose happiness over hurt, and it’s better to be kind than to kill with criticism, or violence. It’s better to build up than tear down, and hard as it might be, it’s better to be a beacon of light, and to look for a silver lining on the darkest of days than to spread more darkness.

I’ll tell them that on a bright Summer night in St Petersburg, our Super Eagles gave so much more heart than our Government, Country, or World has displayed in years. And that to me, will ALWAYS be something to be proud of. Because if there’s anything this world desperately needs more of, at this time in our history, it’s human beings with a little more heart.

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PS: I’d already finished writing this, and was editing the final draft of it, when the news hit about the tanker explosion in Lagos that has consumed 54 other vehicles. Total deaths are as yet unconfirmed. Sigh. May the souls of the dearly departed rest in Peace. May God grant their families strength to bear this loss. May God help us each play our role in changing this earth of ours for the better. May we learn that heaven helps those who help themselves.

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Banky W in his own words justaposes his lessons from Super Eagles 1-2 loss to Argentina to the state of the world.

These days, I’ve found that my wife and I spend just as much time praying for our future children, as we do worrying about the kind of world we’d be bringing them into.

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