Black pen…my escape from a boring class / How I fell in love with black pens.
I was just in this afternoon class, and the lecturer had frustrated all of us. I can’t even start narrating what had happened. My usual self would just daydream or think of something wonderful as its better than dozing off as per my way of escape. It was different this time because I just picked up my pens and stared at them (a black and red one) and just like that memories came, flashing through my brain. It felt like what dagger would do. (By the way watch Cloak and Dagger, you would thank me later).
You would think it’s just a pen but then it’s more than that.
I would never have imagined in my life that I would be so much in love with a black pen. Come on I hated it. I was forever a blue pen lover and any other Color except black. I just felt it made my handwriting terrible and just because it was black, Devil’s color…lol
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My parents loved using black pens when I was young and I wasn’t buying it at all, they would always get me a blue one instead. So whenever I needed a pen at home it was always black until blue pen became more in the house because of me.
I think it should be SSS2 when the story changed. Pen was another issue in school then, as it would always get lost (it happened to all of us, I’m so sure), someone would steal them etc. someone would always ask at some point “who has two pens”. So at this moment I had misplaced all my pens. I couldn’t even boast of finishing one and throwing it away myself sadly.
Then one fateful day I was in urgent need of a pen, I walked up to my very good friend (a guy) and he had extra pen but guess what, they were all black.
My goodness, oh well!!! A beggar has no choice I had to take it reluctantly and asides that I could not misplace it because they were numbered, wow; seriously, he numbers his pen 1 to 10 or so to take count and not misplace anyone. I thought to myself. I’m not done yet, he even showed me the used ones and he actually kept them somewhere. Probably to proof to someone he could use pens well. I had no choice than to guard it diligently with all my heart o.
That was how I started using black pens. I can’t remember if I finished using it, but I know I used it for quite some time and it didn’t misplace. Slowly I fell in love with Black pens and I also tried his method. Funny enough it made me accountable for my pens and I was disciplined with it. Plot twist my handwriting is bad now and with that I’m still in love with black pen even though I use blue pen occasionally if I have no choice.
Sometimes people you meet shape you up in the right way or in a bad way. Influence can either come in a good way or in a bad way. Emulate good things that can shape you up into being a better version of who you are now.
What positive change has occurred to you that you can attach to someone you met, a situation around you, something you read, watched or heard etc.?
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P.S I’m still asking myself this, what made me love using black pens, did it just happen naturally or I liked the guy behind the change……hehehehehehe…
What’s the Yoruba name for mumps, ‘Segede ‘… I just answered a question.
*Class claps*
I have to go back to class now.. Bye… Tongue out
Estée ✨
