Sunday 25 May 2014

Diaries of the Fabulous Bitches- Sunday


ANNIE
Sunday is the Lord’s day so I am always happy in it *not like am the holiest saint alive though* Unlike Elena I can be quite religious *the babe doesn’t know where she belongs.* After church service today, I met with Elena at my apartment and we even went over to hers doing normal girl talk then she had to bring in her Miss Perfect behavior.

The Experience of a Straight Guy at a Lesbians Party - Part 3


I lapped away gleefully on her breasts like a puppy till I was roughly pulled from behind and the cloud dissipated. A fierce looking butch girl was glowering at me with so much anger in her eyes that I took a step backward and fell on Tracy’s laps, I don’t know if Tracy was drunk but she giggled like some dumb bimbo and then the bull in front of me sized me up and down, she noticed the boner in my trousers. Her eyes narrowed suspiciously as she bellowed:

Saturday 24 May 2014

Diaries of the Fabulous Bitches- Friday


ANNIE
Everybody is just annoying me today, first it started with Wayne (a loose mouthed bitch that I have known since like forever.) She has been saying bad stuffs about me to people and spreading rumours that I am mean. Miss Perfect Elena then had to do hers as well; she got me all upset when we went to eye clinic today for my eye test. She argued with me over the whole procedure and in the end we had to leave the clinic with nothing achieved. Why does she always have to act so perfect and like she knows it all? We parted ways at the clinic and I left for my apartment in a huff.

Friday 23 May 2014

Diaries of The Fabulous Bitches - Thursday


ANNIE
For me the weekends start on Thursdays because I am done with school for the week and I can start partying (cheers to the freaking weekend). Sadly this week has been dry; I was indoors for a better part of the day. I didn’t see my favourite coursemate and reading partner Phil but Elena dropped in for a short while. I called up Maxwell, we haven’t seen each other in three weeks now and I am really trying to make sure this relationship doesn’t fall apart. Boring day to the fullest, this wasn’t fabulous!

BONNIE
You know those days when you believe you are just going to laze around and do nothing all day? That was how today was supposed to be for me till I picked up my Blackberry phone and saw a text that marathon classes had been fixed for 8am-12pm. Shit! I was late and had to dash to the bathroom and rush off to school only for the dumb 8am-10am not to hold. I fought the urge not to call either of Elena or Annie even though I was close by their faculties. I stayed on my own till it was time for the next class and immediately it ended I headed off to the cyber café to do some tenants agreement stuffs for my boyfriend. The cyber café was also near their apartments but I still resisted the urge. Annie pinged to ask us to hook up but I gave the excuse that since PHCN was not being nice to her house that I wasn’t visiting. Told her I was going to come back later in the day but I didn’t because I spent the remainder of the day with Mide.

ELENA
Annoying classes all day, I am really fed up with school and just wish that I was out of here already. It really is a waste of precious time and energy; life is so short! The only positive thing about today is that I bonded with the neighbors and had a nice chat with them. Ever since moving in, I have tried to keep to myself but they just kind of drew me out already. I don’t like one of the guys though, some tall, bad complexioned jerk that gives me the creeps so I am going to make sure I steer off him. So many things going on with me that I can’t begin to discuss with anyone. There was a time I would have felt secure telling Bonnie but now I don’t even know if I should. Nelly seems to be the only person I can connect to these days, the best boyfriend ever. Such a strong pillar and standing by me during these trying times, Nelly thinks I should discuss things over with Bonnie since he can’t be here in person to offer physical comfort and believes Bonnie would understand? Annie is out of the option because she can be so immature about a lot of things but I don’t blame her though, she hasn’t seen life and I know her boyfriend Maxwell is currently giving her headaches. Bonnie suspects something is up already, she has been accusing me for the past few weeks of acting strangely, if only she knew this burden in my heart? To tell or not to tell, that is the question.

Thursday 22 May 2014

The Experience of a Straight Guy at a Lesbian Party: Part 2


The ‘man’ that opened the gate had this funny walk until I got down from the car and realized I was staring at a girl dressed as a man. Boy, was I speechless; she had on a pair of baggy jeans and an oversized T-shirt with a red bandanna tied over her low-cut hair. Jesus! I couldn’t be sure if what I was looking at was male or female and the surprise must have been so evident on my face because she looked at me with this mean look and asked what I was staring at. Gbade who had gone to park the car was here by now and quickly took my hand as he apologized to her for his boyfriend’s rudeness. Gbade led me to a corner of the compound and that was when he spilled the beans.

“Listen up Femi, this is a lesbians’ party, I got the info from one of my paddies and I don’t care if these girls dig each other all I care about is that there are gonna be loads of boobs and booties swinging around the place. We are allowed in because they think we are gay so you better start acting the part if you don’t want to get your heart ripped out by one of those.”

He tilted his head in the direction of the girl that had just opened the gate for us and I swallowed. She was looking fierce and looked like the kind of girl that could hold her own in a fight with a guy. Gbade took my hand then and led me into the house where the party was in full swing and I stood shock rooted to the spot. The room was majorly occupied with girls but they were of different kinds. I separated them into two kinds; the butch and the femme. The butch were the ones that acted as the men and they looked like real niggerz so much that I wondered what a punch from one of them would feel like, the butch were of two kinds as well but I am not ready to go into that. Then the femmes were your everyday girls that you would never believe played on the same team. Tall, beautiful and sexy girls that could easily pass as models and actresses all dressed up in their feminity and sexiness (every red blooded guy’s dream). There were the random guys too (obviously the gay guys Gbade had mentioned). I stared ad two tall, fair girls took to the dance floor and gyrated to Beyonce and Shakira’s “Beautiful Liar.” They grinded against each other and shook their boobs to the leering audiences. Gbade went to the dance floor and entered their middle as he held the waist of one and rested his head on the other’s boobs while whining his waist. Obviously this was allowed since he was supposed to be gay and suddenly I understood what Gbade was up to. He had come here to tap and enjoy all the goodies for free under the pretext of being a gay guy and I was supposed to be his undercover boyfriend.

As I stared at Gbade and the two goddesses on the dance floor, I scanned the room to see where I could pitch my tent and that was when one of the gay guys walked up to me. He was reeking of smoke and alcohol and he tapped my butt. My first instinct was to slap him and I felt repulsion take over me as I looked at the idiot in disgust. He leaned down on me and whispered in my ear “Seems your boyfriend abandoned you, why not let daddy take care of you?” I pushed him aside and barked “back off.” I was surprised at the strength in my own voice and some heads turned to look at us. A really pretty dark girl walked up and took my hand and flashing my unwanted admirer a smile, she pulled me along with her. She asked for my name and asked if Gbade was my boyfriend, I looked at my best friend dancing his life away and she must have mistaken it for me missing him because she took my hand and laid it on her chest (or should I say breast) and said “Don’t worry I don’t have a gf in this circle so Tracy will keep you company, let’s have our girl fun.” My heart was beating fast and a boner was forming in my trouser. I hoped Tracy wasn’t going to notice, how the hell do those gay guys get access to all of these and pass it up? I laughed with her and picking up one of the alcohol bottles on the table I poured it down her blouse making her already see through blouse all the more transparent. The girls beside us whopped excitedly as Tracy shrieked in happiness and taking my head she dipped it into the cleavage of her breasts “Oh naughty naughty, now you have gotten Tracy all wet, better lick me dry!”

I took in the scent of her skin and the softness of her breasts against my cheek had me going gaga, taking a deep breath, my tongue peeked out and traced the droplets of alcohol on her breasts. Tracy giggled and slapped my butt, this time I didn’t mind the butt tapping, a butch girl from the other table came over and poured the alcohol over my head on Tracy’s boobs and I said a little prayer of thank you. She was giving me more reason not to come up from the valley of sweetness I dived back in, it was obvious I had a full boner now...

To be continued

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Week 1: Diaries of the Fabulous Bitches- Wednesday


ANNIE
Crazy day today, started in a rush because I woke up late and I had to dash to my class to avoid being late. The lecture wasn’t so bad so I would say I enjoyed classes a bit. After class Phil and I hung together a bit before I called up Elena for our clinic appointment, I have been having some issues disturbing me about my sexual health and Elena had booked appointments for us with a doctor at a private clinic she knew. I was a bit scared because I didn’t want to come down with anything.

Tuesday 20 May 2014

Week 1: Diaries of the Fabulous Bitches - Tuesday


ANNIE
Some lecturers are the definition of boredom and that is exactly what the lecturer that took today’s course was, she droned on and on boringly for two straight hours but I spared myself the horror by taking a trip to lala land. To make up for having been a bad student I went reading with Phil and believe me reading with a cutie is always fun.

The Experience of a Straight Guy at a Lesbian Party: Part 1


I doubt I would ever forget the night Gbade dragged me from the safety of my bed in the hostel to an all night wild party. Gbade was one of those cool guys that could talk to any chick in school and he was cool and handsome enough to have most of them falling for him like dominoes.

Monday 19 May 2014

Week 1: Diaries of the Fabulous Bitches - Monday


ANNIE
Monday for me is usually the best day of the week so with a positive mindset, dressed to kill as always *winks* I went for classes only to have this fat walrus of a girl with her ugly dress strike a conversation with me *eyes rolling.* God was I bored and thank goodness for Phil (my closest friend in class) who saved me from the dumb bitch’s claws.

Sunday 18 May 2014

Diaries of The Fabulous Bitches: Introduction


This is the introduction part of the Dairies of The Fabulous Bitches Series. This series explores the lives of three university girls, Annie, Bonnie and Elena who consider themselves to have pitch perfect lives and are more sophisticated than everybody else.

Poem: Countdown to Tragedy


I want to lay blame
But this is my shame
There is no other way
It is I who must pay
I try to run, I don’t get far
All I can hear is my own cry
The tears change nothing
And I know I saw it coming
Tragedy beckons
Voices echo
Where I belong is the cold floor
The exit beckons, through that dark door
When I am gone, do not sorrow
We will meet on the morrow

P.S: this poem is about an intending evil that is to come and the poet persona cannot do anything to change its course but rather has come to accept fate as he patiently awaits the coming doom.

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Saturday 17 May 2014

A Widow's Letter to Her Husband


Dear Murray:
I haven’t been able to stop crying since I heard the news of your death Ray. I was in the kitchen making your special dish of semovita and vegetable soup when I heard of the fatal plane crash. I didn’t need to be told that you were gone from me, the flight number was the one you had sent me just a few hours before takeoff and immediately I saw that wreckage and billowing smoke of fire on the TV screen, I felt and emptiness in me and now I realize it must have been you departing from me leaving me hollow. The tears won’t stop coming because I feel like if I stop crying now, I would go totally numb and not feel anything again. The kids ask about daddy every day, waiting patiently for you to walk through that door, but how do I tell them that daddy is never coming back? Daddy is six feet under, or would you come back?

I am falling into pieces and the pieces are so tiny that nobody can actually help pick them up. It was you who held me from jumping off the ledge and now you had to go die sky high where I couldn’t reach you. Dearest Ray, did you have to go, I need to know? Tell me you just took a break and you are still coming back. You told me you would never leave me and you said it so sweetly that I believed you. I should have kept you with me, made you stay a bit longer but you needed to go and even though it killed me, I knew you would have been sad if you didn’t hit the road. The damn lawyers won’t quit bugging me about your estate but the money doesn’t matter, please just come back. I will give every dime of it to hold you tonight.

Just tell me where you are, I will be on my way, I can’t bear this thought of you so far away. Somebody misses you daily; somebody wishes you were here and that somebody is me. But I know deep down there is no coming back, I just have to hope there is an afterlife where we can reunite again. Wherever you are then I will find you, don’t go too far because I will be on my way soon but for now I have to try hold things together; guard the fort you left behind. So I will dry my tears and be strong for the children. Till we meet again, keep resting and keep those arms wide open.

Lovingly Yours
Your Lonely Half

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Friday 16 May 2014

My Mind Snaps


Does your mind ever snap because mine does and lately it is becoming often? When I talk about mind snapping I mean that period when you feel on top of the world, feeling cool and fly with yourself and you have no worries in the world. Simply put, your hyper period! You go all crazy and wild and do things that you would not normally do when you are in your real state. Sometimes it is usually triggered by something and other times it can just come over you and at that particular time you have no control over it.

When my mind snaps, I am usually more daring and brighter, during such a state of mind, my confidence level is running over a hundred percent and I can’t help but feel like I have the world beneath my feet. Some have conveniently explained it as your alter ego coming over you and have gone ahead to give their supposed alter egos different names. They believe it is not the real you but a part of you that rears its head once in a blue moon and exposes the wild side of you. When my mind snaps, there is no stopping me then, I am on a roll and the grind is usually fast paced. My creative juices are usually flowing in excess then and that controversial article I have been restraining myself from writing comes pouring out of me like a flowing fountain, that opinion about a societal issue that I have been refraining from commenting on sees the light of day. I have come to realize that my best is usually put forward when I am sinking in a abyss of depression or this mind snapping period where I am feeling all happy and go-getting blood is coursing through my veins. Don’t mistake the mind snapping state as an euphoric feeling because I know it is not.

I don’t know how to explain it but I know I have the most fun when my mind snaps. I call it my hyper mode or refer to it as my alter ego coming out. Now that is the wild side of my life. We have all had our crazy fun so don’t be so ashamed of your mind snapping state. A life without a bit of fun isn’t so cool, no stories of crazy adventures to tell the kids or be able to relate with them. Let yourself loose and free yourself, allow your mind to snap once in a while.


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Wednesday 14 May 2014

Speaking Out Against Jungle Justice


While the nation is currently in a sorrowful state over the abduction of over 200 young girls from Chibok, Borno State, Nigeria we cannot afford to overlook another monstrous crime against inhumanity that persists amongst us. It is as old as time itself and this menace has continued to live among us, going fatter and robust and yes more evil as the day goes by. This monster is none other than the multi-faceted crime of jungle justice. For many months or perhaps I should say years, different stories, videos and pictures have continued to flood the social media of many dastardly acts of jungle justices. We have seen horrific videos of suspected kidnappers being beaten to a pulp by angry mobs, young men set ablaze after heart wrenching scenes of human degradation that shows man’s inhumanity and cruelty to his fellow man. Have we forgotten so quickly the story of the mother and daughter that were beaten and had all sorts of unimaginable abominations done to them on allegations of stealing pepper in the market? People burnt alive or stoned to death on accusations of sorcery or witchcraft.

These are just but a few of the many crimes that go unnoticed. We know only of these ones because some human out there is more concerned with recording such shameful acts than reporting the situation to the authorities. Maybe I shouldn’t be so quick to talk about the authorities taking action against such incidences because videos of uniformed men taking part in this barbaric and uncultured act have since ceased to shock us anymore. Jungle justice has come to be seen as another vice that has come to live with us. But should we allow this monster breed so easily among us? Where are our mothers, where is our humanity, the compassion and loving comradeship that we so loudly preach, the African spirit of togetherness and the tribal and ethnic feelings of kinship and solidarity? Have we become so demented by the pangs of poverty and suffering, our mentality turned around by the scourge of corruption that we no longer respect the lives of our fellow man? It is sad to see even women who are perceived as the passage to life partaking in this acts that it makes my heart bleed at the level of depravation that we have so fallen into in our beloved country Nigeria? We now take a morbid pleasure in playing God and doling out the punishment of death to another man. Not just any kind of death but brutal, horrific and blood curling kind of death that subjects the subject of punishment to much torture, broken spirit, and even the heavens cannot help but mourn in sorrow at man’s fall. Pictures and video clips usually released after would bring the hardest heart to tears and make one ask the question of whether the perpetrators are humans or savages?

We scream out loud about certain practices being foreign and alien to us, how such practices are abominable, unreligious and morally wrong? Where then are our principles? Should we not pause for a second to critical look at our priorities and begin to retrace our steps back from the dark ages that we have somehow gone back to? Our frustration with our government and the state the country is in has led us to burning our brothers, humiliating our sisters on the basis of crime. Whose crime I beg to ask? Do you not commit another crime by playing judge in such a barbaric manner? Two wrongs do not make a right but the bible verse we are always quick to quote about ‘let he who is without sin be the first to cast the stone’ is always quickly pushed aside in such situations. The glee and anticipation to take another man’s life is too much to pass by. Stop murderers!

My heart is heavy and my soul weeps for the many that has lost their lives to jungle justice. The innocent that had his voice cut off, the bright stars that have been snuffed out, the guilty that wasn’t given a chance to reconsider his ways, let their souls rest in peace but let those of us here protect ourselves. Speak out against jungle justice today and save mankind from this path of destruction. Say no to jungle justice. Cherish life!


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Sunday 11 May 2014

The Reluctant Bride; No I Don't


Her heart was thumping against her chest so loudly she was surprised none of the bridesmaids or the other women around could hear the loud thumping. She looked at the faces of the people milling around her and swallowed resignedly, they didn’t understand her plight. None of them knew of her grief and she could not trust any of them well enough to bare her pain. Even if by chance any of them heard the thumping in her chest, they would probably mistake it as nervousness or excitement on her ‘big day.’ Who wouldn’t think that? It was after all her wedding and she was supposed to be the happiest woman in the world right then but she felt anything but that; far from it.

Shade rubbed her hands together to steady her nerves in anticipation of that walk down the aisle and the big decision she was about to make. Whatever she did today was forever going to change the course of her life and she was so not ready to make that decision just yet. She stared at her reflection in the mirror with guarded disinterest as the bridal make-up team did their thing to her, expertly fixing her hair, a tug here at her flawless and ridiculously expensive wedding gown and a pull there to smoothen some stubborn wrinkle and a flick to get rid of any lint. Suddenly her mother’s sister, Mama Bisi burst into the room to announce that it was time. Shade swallowed the lump that suddenly developed in her throat and tears welled up in her eyes. The woman who had acted as her mother since the death of her own mother when she had just been nine hugged her gently and squeezed her shoulder to offer comfort. The other women smiled kindly at her while her friends chirped gaily. Shade bit down hard on her lips as she tried to calm herself down; her tears weren’t what they thought it was but in this she was alone. Right then the meaning of the popular saying that ‘alone in a crowd’ made all the sense in the world to her. Being the only daughter of one of the wealthiest men in the country was her plague. Although it was supposed to be a life of luxury and contentment, a life most would give an arm for, Shade would rather trade places with the lowliest of beggars right then and there. Her best friend Lola who was acting as her chief bridesmaid tapped her shoulder to draw her out of her reverie and she saw the impatience on her face. With a final look around the dressing room, she allowed herself to be led away like a lamb to the slaughter. But it was time to show that she wasn’t a docile lamb no more.

Her father Chief Olusegun Sukungbade was waiting at the entrance of the church, his regal bearing hard to miss among the many bodyguards that surrounded him. He flashed a rare smile at her as he took her hand and they began that walk down to the aisle; for her it was her long walk to freedom. She stiffened her spine and looked straight ahead at her husband-to-be Tunde Fasan, the perfect husband material. Young, handsome and successful, he was who had been chosen for her to further grow her father’s conglomerate. How she hated him so! The slimy slinky bastard! The devil that had taken her virginity forcibly when she was just eighteen and now eight years later, they all expected her to marry him. Her father had turned deaf ears to her appeal and cries and in the end it all had to come to this. She had thought she could do it but there was just too much resentment in her to let go, moreover it was time to let her father know that he had put her past the breaking point. For too long she had allowed him control her to make him happy but it was time to stand up for herself and damn the consequences. How she loathed him too, a man that would allow a rapist marry his daughter just because of business, turning a blind eye to the grievious crime against her person.
The church rites began and she fidgeted as they got closer to the moment, her moment. Then it came, the pastor asked if she took Tunde as her husband and in a loud, clear voice that resonanted strength she said “No, I don’t!” There were loud gasps and cries from the multitude of people that had come to celebrate the union. The pastor was flabbergasted and stuttered for a second time his question with hopes that she might have misheard him. With a confiedence that surprised her as well, Shade replied again in the negative and without waiting for another second, she threw off her veil and began walking back the way she had come, out of the church. Her father shouted after her but she was done listening to him, she was more than what he made of her. Mama Bisi tore away from the crowd and rushed at her imploringly but Shade brushed her aside, an action that almost broke her heart. Then it happened, the shot rang out loud and clear, breaking through the din of noise. A sharp burning pain course through her as she fell to the ground in a heap of snow white wedding gown. She struggled to stand and saw her father holding the gun, a white rage of fury blazing in him. The darkness swept in and like a mother’s touch caressed her, and she heard a voice whispering “Are you ready to go home?” In a feeble voice she replied “No I don’t.” and then the darkness took over.

The End

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Things You Should Know About Friends With Benefits


When the movie “Friends With Benefits” first hit our TV screens on July 22, 2011, many people began to think twice about having a special friend with benefit. The hassles of a real relationship can be sometimes daunting or sometimes people just want to have fun without too many complications. The obvious solution therefore becomes having a friend that comes with special benefits. Pause for just a second, before you start a friend with benefits relationship, here are things you should know.

Advantage
Convenience: The convenience of having someone you can shag with without having to worry about feedings is very good. It’s all about the sex and nothing more. Young people especially love this as they can easily move on from yesterday’s bang and put their mind on other things. The sex is mind blowing and that is all that matters.

Disadvantage
Want More: One source of headache in FWB is that someone always ends up wanting much more than what was originally agreed upon. When you are friends with benefits with someone for over three months, there are tendencies to start developing deeper feelings and complications start arising.

Advantage
Fulfilling Fantasies: In a FWB relationship you are able to explore and experiment with a lot of things. Unlike when you are in a serious relationship where you are bothered about what your partner may think if you try to act out your wild fantasies. FWB allows you to explore and if the person isn’t cool with it, you can simply end the whole affair.
Disadvantage
Safe Sex: Having regular sex with a particular person may result in you forgetting about safe sex. The logic is usually since you are their only sex partner, you can do without protection. FWB sex is also most times instant, less talk and more action. Careful thinking can be lost in the heat of the moment or when in the throes of passion.

Advantage
Less Drama: FWB affords you peace of mind. There is always less drama and demands on you as a person. No girl to ask you for money to fix nails, hair or BIS and the many other things those girls can come up with. Since your partner is already a friend, they understand you already and even when you are stressed out, you can bang your frustration away.

Disadvantage
How Do You End? Everything that has a beginning must have an end and believe me when I say it can be quite awkward having to start up that conversation to tell your partner that it’s over. It usually comes with those beginning lines of ‘while the sex has been good and the company fabulous, it’s time to move on.’ True feelings are not involved but still the other party might be hurt.

Advantage
Bang Whoever: FWB gives you all the freedom in the world. One night stands, flings or whatever you want. You are not hooked to anybody and your friend with benefit can’t get jealous because they understand the deal. It is advisable that you keep other partners away from your FWB to avoid scenes or a tensed situation and do remember to play it safe. Also respect your friend with benefit and don’t put them in uncomfortable positions.

Disadvantage
Juggling: Being a playboy isn’t such an easy task. So you want to sow your wild oats but can you handle all the work involved? It takes a lot of energy and maturity to handle more than one friend with benefit so if you are going for more than one, be ready for all the work.

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Saturday 10 May 2014

Dancing With Death


Rickety rickety the lorry speeds along
To keep up with the flashy cars, it must belong
The roads bumps and holes juggles us all
A warning of the danger ahead, an inevitable fall

A cry rents the air, not a baby’s wail
A mournful cry for its mother so frail
Too much blood she lost, hers a sad death
We got a baby but the mother’s life paid the debt

Solace we found in the world of drugs
It envelopes us in its cocoon, an impenetrable fog
Slowly but surely it becomes an addiction
Disaster’s son, death is heading your direction

Numerous women’s secret places have brought you pleasure
You carry a sword with no sheath, yet you explore
Your life hangs by a thread
Your way of making death a friend

We dance to death’s song
Except we realize our wrong
Man’s recklessness makes me fret
Let’s stop our dance with death

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Making A Long Distance Relationship Work


Being in a long distance relationship can sometimes be a drag or out rightly frustrating. Your friends have their lovers around them while yours is miles away from you making the world seem bleak. It is not your fault you got struck by cupid’s arrow and the object of your affection happens to be on the other side of the world. Thoughts of how nit cannot work is running through your head and you are about to give up on your long distance relationship? Not to worry, here are a few tips that might help you.

Talk Always: The fact that you are in a long distance relationship automatically means you cant get to see your boo all the time or as much as you want. Substitute the physical contact with constant communication. You cannot talk too much to each other and luckily we live in a modern age where there are so many cool channels of communication. Explore the platforms of Facebook, Twitter, Yahoo Messenger, 2go, Badoo, WeChat, MySpace and the common IM platforms of BBM or Whatsapp. Talking with each other always helps take away the feeling of being alone and makes you feel connected to him or her. The more you talk, the more the distance seems meaningless.

Be Honest: Just like every other relationship, long distance relationships become useless and pointless when it is built on lies. Be opened and honest with your lover. Telling him/her the truth allows for the relationship to grow smoothly. However in being honest, be careful not to talk about unnecessary things like who you are having a crush on or the new guy or girl that caught your fancy.

Visit Each Other: You would have probably heard the saying that distance is crap when the love is true. To an extent this may be true but there are times when you feel so alone that you feel you need to see your special someone. Distance makes the heart grow fonder but you make your presence also valueable so that your absence is meaningful. Plan visits to see one another and make sure it is convenient for the both of you. Whoever is traveling to see who must be totally comfortable and all necessary arrangements must be made with all details checked before the trip is embarked on. Having a visit schedule on how often you want to see each other usually helps like whether you want to see once or twice a month.
Video Chat: While planning trips or the hassles of a travel may be a bit expensive r stressful for you. It costs less in terms of energy and money to video chats. Don’t just talk over the phone or chat, try and see each other through video chats. Take advantage of Skype and get chatting. It helps take away the strain of not seeing; I remember once singing for my girlfriend on Skype after she complained of a stressful day (even if my voice was worse than the croak of a frog).

Surprises: Who says you can’t have all the thrills of a normal relationship in a long distance relationship. Spice up your affair, surprise your darling with the occasional gifts (not necessarily something too expensive), send e-cards, pay a surprise visit (don’t do anything too crazy though). Stuffs like this helps keep the excitement in the relationship.

Do Things Together: Your friends are going on dates with their sweeties and you stuck at home with no one to cuddle with, don’t get all moody, there are many things to keep you occupied. Find something doing with your loved one. You can both decide to watch a movie together simultaneously and talk about it as it goes on, play online games together, send pictures to each other to show off your new look, a new dress or that nice shoe you just get.

Having been in a long distance relationship for a while now, these are tips that have helped my relationship grow and even my friend has been able to learn one or two things as my relationship encouraged him to get into a long distance affair as well some months back. Learn’t a thing or two from the article? Follow @gidigenius on Twitter and IG for more interesting updates.