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What did I see in you?

Honestly, I saw nothing.

Yet somehow, your soul visited mine

and made an agreement.

When it is my soul’s choice,

I do not fight it,

because somehow, it is always right.

After a confusing confusion,

after wandering through the wrong places,

finally, Mr Unknown appeared.

But to myself, I questioned

was this Mr Him

or merely Mr Passerby?

As much as I know the zeal I carry,

I placed you in the category of Mr Passer.

If he is just Mr Passer,

do I stay?

Do I fight?

Or do I become her

the version of me that awakens the villain within?

Maybe he is my Clyde,

and I his Bonnie.

Why all the confusion?

I am a Leo, after all.

His custodians and mine

had agreed and built this long before,

so maybe just maybe

this was the destination, I thought.

Then the storm came.

The violent winds.

The little villain behind the Esther in me,

behind the Proverbs 31 woman,

stepped forward.

My king stood there,

giving up on the empire

we had been building.

My Ahasuerus.

My Xerxes.

Did we really have to let Persia fall

when the Lord Himself had spoken,

declaring that together,

we would build it?

Seasons passed

Summer.

Autumn.

Winter.

Calling the king to fight,

yet the king rejected the call.

Was the king prideful?

I never thought so.

I believed in the custodians,

so I fought.

The energy I had buried underground,

locked away in a box,

had to come out,

because I believed God

does not send you a king

just for him to pass by.

What the custodians whispered to me

became my weapon.

“The Therapy Proposal”

As I walked down the road, I found a note,

Lying on the floor, dusty and slightly roughed up.

Two thoughts hit my mind, and I finally decided to pick it up.

It was from someone closer to me souly, yet physically far away from me.

I nearly dropped the letter, but when he mentioned therapy, I knew it was for his soulmate.

Money for therapy because he wants to marry me.

He didn’t just say it.

He left an address and the name of a therapist, Mrs Ridiculous.

Instead of thinking about the therapy, one thought crossed my mind:

Could Mrs Ridiculous know where he is?

Can she help me track him down, or will she just see me as someone who needs intensive therapy?

Why Mrs Ridiculous’ address and name instead of his?

Maybe, yes, I do need therapy, because why am I having these thoughts?

He asked, “Can I send you money for therapy?” and didnt even wait for my response. He paid for it because he knew that, as someone who needed therapy, I might say no just to please him.

What a catch.

He is my Souly.

He didnt stop there.

He went on.

He didnt say, “Will you marry me?”

He said, “Because I want to marry you.”

Now the adrenaline is adrenalingg.

The sweat.

The shock.

Marry? Who? Me?

I nearly fell down because I was so anxious.

Who would have thought?

I knew he was out there somewhere, but money, therapy, marriage, me? On the same note?

Maybe its a joke, but who would joke with Mai Tino like that?

Who else cares about her and therapy besides her Souly, Ba Tino, whom she doesn’t know, but the zodiac signs somehow seem to know because, apparently, being a Leo means she deserves therapy before marriage.

Instead of being happy, I stood there dizzy and confused, unable to walk.

Then, for a second, I asked myself:

What if he is close by, checking all my movements?

What if he realizes I spend half of my day in pajamas?

But maybe he isnt bad after all, because he already knows I need therapy.

Now I have to look for Mrs Ridiculous

Not the therapist,

But the one who can help me track down my Souly.

Do I go there as a patient, a villain…

“The Therapy Proposal”

As I walked down the road, I found a note,

Lying on the floor, dusty and slightly roughed up.

Two thoughts hit my mind, and I finally decided to pick it up.

It was from someone closer to me souly, yet physically far away from me.

I nearly dropped the letter, but when he mentioned therapy, I knew it was for his soulmate.

Money for therapy because he wants to marry me.

He didn’t just say it.

He left an address and the name of a therapist, Mrs Ridiculous.

Instead of thinking about the therapy, one thought crossed my mind:

Could Mrs Ridiculous know where he is?

Can she help me track him down, or will she just see me as someone who needs intensive therapy?

Why Mrs Ridiculous’ address and name instead of his?

Maybe, yes, I do need therapy, because why am I having these thoughts?

He asked, “Can I send you money for therapy?” and didnt even wait for my response. He paid for it because he knew that, as someone who needed therapy, I might say no just to please him.

What a catch.

He is my Souly.

He didnt stop there.

He went on.

He didnt say, “Will you marry me?”

He said, “Because I want to marry you.”

Now the adrenaline is adrenalingg.

The sweat.

The shock.

Marry? Who? Me?

I nearly fell down because I was so anxious.

Who would have thought?

I knew he was out there somewhere, but money, therapy, marriage, me? On the same note?

Maybe its a joke, but who would joke with Mai Tino like that?

Who else cares about her and therapy besides her Souly, Ba Tino, whom she doesn’t know, but the zodiac signs somehow seem to know because, apparently, being a Leo means she deserves therapy before marriage.

Instead of being happy, I stood there dizzy and confused, unable to walk.

Then, for a second, I asked myself:

What if he is close by, checking all my movements?

What if he realizes I spend half of my day in pajamas?

But maybe he isnt bad after all, because he already knows I need therapy.

Now I have to look for Mrs Ridiculous

Not the therapist,

But the one who can help me track down my Souly.

Do I go there as a patient, a villain…

“The Therapy Proposal”

By Hazel Shamiso Chitumba

As I walked down the road, I found a note,

Lying on the floor, dusty and slightly roughed up.

Two thoughts hit my mind, and I finally decided to pick it up.

It was from someone closer to me souly, yet physically far away from me.

I nearly dropped the letter, but when he mentioned therapy, I knew it was for his soulmate.

Money for therapy because he wants to marry me.

He didn’t just say it.

He left an address and the name of a therapist, Mrs Ridiculous.

Instead of thinking about the therapy, one thought crossed my mind:

Could Mrs Ridiculous know where he is?

Can she help me track him down, or will she just see me as someone who needs intensive therapy?

Why Mrs Ridiculous’ address and name instead of his?

Maybe, yes, I do need therapy, because why am I having these thoughts?

He asked, “Can I send you money for therapy?” and didnt even wait for my response. He paid for it because he knew that, as someone who needed therapy, I might say no just to please him.

What a catch.

He is my Souly.

He didnt stop there.

He went on.

He didnt say, “Will you marry me?”

He said, “Because I want to marry you.”

Now the adrenaline is adrenalingg.

The sweat.

The shock.

Marry? Who? Me?

I nearly fell down because I was so anxious.

Who would have thought?

I knew he was out there somewhere, but money, therapy, marriage, me? On the same note?

Maybe its a joke, but who would joke with Mai Tino like that?

Who else cares about her and therapy besides her Souly, Ba Tino, whom she doesn’t know, but the zodiac signs somehow seem to know because, apparently, being a Leo means she deserves therapy before marriage.

Instead of being happy, I stood there dizzy and confused, unable to walk.

Then, for a second, I asked myself:

What if he is close by, checking all my movements?

What if he realizes I spend half of my day in pajamas?

But maybe he isnt bad after all, because he already knows I need therapy.

Now I have to look for Mrs Ridiculous

Not the therapist,

But the one who can help me track down my Souly.

Do I go there as a patient, a villain…

Their souls, minds, and hearts

Will find their way back to each other.

In a battlefield of arguments,

Fights, betrayals, and tribulations,

Their togetherness will be tested.

But their bond is stronger than it all.

Different T-junctions

Different spirits may try to pull them apart,

But love has its own way

Its own timing,

Its own path.

And in that time

A bond will be reborn

A love story will be written

And a love song

Will be sung across the universe.

The long awaited story

Will finally enter its phase of love.

Ba Tino will sit and breathe in peace,

Whilst Mai Tino

Will take one step back

Only to find her way

Back to Ba Tino.

It is about time.

Their hearts

Will finally rest

So tonight, I prayed for a man whose face I have never seen but l believe in him

Hold on,keep fighting Ba Tino.

Your future wife is rooting for you.She is a proverbs 31

Ba Tino

I dont know your name yet. I dont know what you look like when you wake up, or what makes you laugh until your stomach hurts. I dont know where you are right now.

But I know you exist. And l have this message for you today

Wherever you are today, I hope you are holding on. If life feels heavy, if it feels like nothing is working out, I want you to remember this: it is just a phase. It’s not the end ,best is yet to come.Keep Holding,Keep Fighting

Im working on myself over here. Learning patience, learning strength, learning how to love without fear. I’m doing it so that when our paths finally cross, I can meet you whole and ready.

I do not need you to be perfect. I just need you to be real, to keep going, and to believe that good things are still coming your way.Keep the faith ,keep praying Hun

When the time is right, we will find each other. And when we do, I want you to know Ive been rooting for you long before I knew your face. And l will forever root for you,so if you think noone does,just know,there is someone out there who does

Until then, stay strong. Your future is waiting, and so am I.

Always

Your future wife

I don’t know your name yet, but I know your title: You are my precious gem, my anchor, my king.

You will heal a heart you did not break. You will love a girl you didn’t give birth to, but you’ll make her precious.

Right now you are miles away maybe you don’t even know I exist. But you are not far. Fight your battles, babe. The world doesn’t support what it can’t break, but we are warriors. We’ll fight for Tino.

Home is not a place. Home is Love, Peace, Joy, Loyalty. Home is where Tino and Mai Tino will be.

The 4th finger on my right hand is already yours. I’m right-handed, but that right hand belongs to you.

One day you will know how it feels to be in warm hands. Others failed to see it, but I see it through the light within you.

_I believe in you before I know who you are. Because you are Ba Tino your love will make me safe.

We have both been stretching, trying to reach. Maybe it’s the universe standing between us. So let’s change how we stretch. Maybe then, we will finally touch.

Until then, Iam keeping your space sacred.