FANTASIES PART ONE.
When we talk about fantasies, what comes Into our minds, heads, brains, hearts…. in fact, our whole being? For a very long time, I have always believed that whatever we fantasize about can happen. Of course, not a lot of people believe that stuff! But these days, I don’t know….I guess my mind changed about it. Stuff happens… I’ve always wanted to write about this but I guess I didn’t have the right words to express them. Or maybe the right inspiration hadn’t just come. This Is a story of me and my fantasy disasters, cause boy it has been whooo!! One hell of a journey.
Every day from when I was little, I always dreamed of everything being perfect. I even named my future boyfriend in my head.. lol. The satisfaction I get when I can get everything I wanted right in my head was exceptional. Sometimes when I wanted pizza, I’d just fantasize about it and voila!!!! It exists….in my head. My fantasies were a way to just get away from the world, from the scoldings’ from mum and dad, from fights with friends or neighbours, from your loneliness… most importantly.
When I was 12, fantasies about my teenage hood were amazing, trust me. The part where I saw myself as the dreamy girl of every guy in my high school. Being treated like an egg, always getting gold stars for good grades, being the hottest….bruh that was the frequent fantasy I always got..lol. Many times my mum caught me talking to myself and she would give me this weird look. The one that says, has she gotten possessed? Trust me, I’m African, Nigerian to be precise and African parents always have this superstitious belief that anyone who talks to themselves is either mad or possessed by witchcraft. Nevertheless, talking to myself didn’t stop cause gurl I gotta bring those fantasies to life by talking….to myself, to the wall, to my dolls, to my fridge, sometimes to my pen. And did you know that inanimate objects are one of the best listeners? They listen so well and give you complete attention.
Ok, so we deviated a bit…. Where were we again? Oh yes! My teenage fantasies… Well, it didn’t stop at just being the hottest, getting the best grades and making guys drool over me…hell no…I explored my mind and believe me, our minds are filled with garbage and candies…(think about it). My first kiss on my head was amazing. Imagine, I got mine under an oak tree. I like outdoor romance.. don’t judge me (chuckles). Ok, so my fantasy boyfriend’s name was Kevin Hart’s…no reason for that name tho, though it just sounded pretty hot. He was light-skinned cause I love light-skinned guys. He had pink lips, great abs, a great haircut, a nice ass (please do not judge me still ok!!!), an amazing scent and believe guys who smell great is a total thumbs up for me, cute eyes (green to be precise), great car, rich, sweeeeeeeet house, great parents too (that is very important) he was just purrrfect😘.