The conversation

Thinking, I slept off for 8 straight hours this afternoon and still woke up with a banging head.

I wondered if it was better getting up with the headache or go back to sleep with the hope it disappears by the time I wake up again.

After Several stretching and yawns with failed attempts at leaving my soft bed, My cell phone beeped. It was a notification from twitter that one of my favourite authors had posted a write up. I was excited because it had been a while I read or saw any of his writings.

Turned out he just wrote a wonderful story again filled with turbulent emotions. I was surprised how a person could be so wonderful with words, and I wasn't.

The banging head continued and I convinced myself it was best to go into another round of sleeping or take a pill to reduce the headache, I opted out for sleeping because i hated drugs . Shortly after, my phone rang. It was usual for my phone to ring in the evening, maybe cause am home and had no girlfriend lol. Still sleepy, I made for my mobile phone while trying to think of who was calling. I finally touched the phone upon look at the phone guess who it was...

It was the said writer... I chuckled.

What a shocker I said to myself. I picked up the call greeted and we got talking. He told me he had broken the jinx. I didn't seem to understand what he meant not until he said "I posted my nudes on twitter"

We laughed really hard.

It was his way of describing what he had written about. Then I told him I had read it too and I even left a comment. He asked what my feelings were while reading. We discussed about it, and he said it was great that he achieved his motive with the story.

I was on the verge of telling him how much of a good writer he was before he interrupted with...

"It's your turn to write now"

There was silence, then he breaks in with...

"I really want you to go back to writing van."

I chuckled, this time feeling embarrassed.

I have always wanted to write, but the words were not just coming together. I don't even know what to write about, I can't write the way you write I said, I'm not so good with words especially when it comes to describing things or events. I complained hoping he would let me be, but he insisted.

Write about anything something he said.

This call chat...

This conversation we are having now...

Start from here...

I paused not knowing what my response should be.

I am serious, he said.

Even though we joke a lot, I can tell when he really means what he says.

I replied with "Okay" in an attempt to stop the conversation.

I am serious, he insisted.

I knew.

He didn't need to tell me.

"Write about this our call conversation and send it to me before you go to bed", he added.

I knew I was in for it!

There was no escaping now. It's going to be hard but I knew it's something I would be thankful for later.

When the call ended, I tried to write but the words were still silent, not (coming together), so I started to plan in my head the excuse I was going to give to him.

I was still at it when he called reminding me he was still waiting for my story.

I knew immediately that no amount of excuse would save me. So I opened up my notes and started to write this...It was then I realized that a little push, a little push could bring out something we had in us but refused to use.

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