Bella Poesia

         He didn't know why he was there, yoga was suggested to him by his therapist and M wouldn't allow him rest. She had found this nice gym that had this awesome yoga instructor according to her but he didn't see what all the hype was about. Well, he was already there and was getting quite irritated by the tenuous registration process. The gym administration was a pretty lady in her early twenties and definitely had a fit looking booty probably from endless squats. That relaxed him a little and her polite, vivacious personality was encouraging. She introduced herself as Amaka and directed them to where they were to purchase their mats after handing over their membership cards. "You see, it's not a very nice gym" M yelped out excitedly "Well, it's not so bad" Jamaal responded indifferently "At least the attendant is pretty" he continued, letting out a wry smile. "Ashewo, better focus ...

AISHA I haven't met any 21-year-old like her, it’s still hard to believe she’d just be 21 in a couple of days. Technically, I haven’t even met her, just her online personality which I’m almost certain is how she might be in real life. Serendipity! That’s what I can call this, I mean how we connected on social media is still kinda surreal. A totally random direct message that could have received a hostile reception but did not. Thankfully, I was not as annoying as the guys she’d just complained about on her timeline. “You have to thread carefully” I remember saying to myself almost in a rhythmic anthem style. She seemed like a really sweet girl, at least from her mature and polite responses. I almost forgot why I was in her “DM” and  so I asked her why thought men were annoying. Her reply felt like she took offense to my question which warranted me to profusely apologize immediately. She went on to explain that it was just a random feeling of some sort ...