To douchebags!” he said, gesturing to Brad. “And to girls that break your heart,” he bowed his head to me. His eyes lost focus. “And to the absolute fucking horror of losing your best friend because you were stupid enough to fall in love with her.

Jamie McGuire, Beautiful Disaster 


He hobbled gingerly out of the pub, only stopping a few metres ahead to catch his breath. He panted and retched simultaneously , feeling the contents of his stomach kiss the back of his throat. He swallowed immediately to end the love affair unable to allow it to go any further.

“You alright Qobby?” His friend Twum asked. He was far from alright. Viola had left him the night before. They’d been together three weeks but it felt like forever. ‘Sorry boo, this can’t work,’ she’d texted him. Nothing…no 250 worded explanation why?. Just that it wouldn’t work. He felt like crying now. Full-on baby style, snort and everything.

“S’alright mate” Twum patted his back, “another will come along.”

“Twum I swear on my Nana’s knees if you’re about to end your pep talk with ‘there is more fish in the ocean’ blah-di-blah-di-blah-blah , I’ll beat yo ass out here on these streets,”


“Ha-ha! Look who has got jokes now?” Twum lauged in response. “Seems you’re a bit sober now?”

“Seems so.”

“Well, I meant what I was saying… there’s plenty of fish in the ocean and just…”

“There’s trash too.”

“Huh?”

“You said there’s plenty of fish in the ocean but there’s trash too.”

“Ah, chaley vibe with me” Twum was about saying when his phone buzzed in his pocket. He removed it, saw the caller ID and placed it back into his pocket.


“Who was it?”


“Nobody. Never mind,” Twum said and continued where he left off. Qobby started to walk towards the main road now and Twum followed with his words of consolation.

Somewhere else at that moment

Adusei Benyiwa Viola called “LOML-Twum” for the sixth time that evening without much success.
“Ah, but why is he not picking up?” She asked in confusion_ to no one in particular.

Vanity Card #6

There are days where you start out to do something without having any real idea of what the end is going to be. Writing this story was like that. It’s partly inspired from stories I’ve read from the famed Manokekame page on Facebook. On there, most people share stories of their heartbreaks and stuff and always_always they feel like it’s the end of their romantic journey …as if their ability to love will just up and sublimate or something. Either way, this story is just my feeble attempt to tell folks who’ve been to that abyss of failed love that there’ll be better days again. That you’ll smile again, that you’ll laugh again_that you’ll L-O-V-E again!

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Bisous,

Mikael ❤️