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Tobi

I met Tobi on twitter, my best social media application. We clicked from the first day we started talking. As time went on, we got closer and our relationship got deeper. He became more important than all the friends I had because he was just always there for me. He was always ready to talk and listen to me and I was always ready to talk and listen to me. The funny part was that we hadn’t even met but we spoke everyday. He was the first person I wanted to talk to about stuff and he always understood. Tobi was everything a best friend could be.



We still had not met. There were times he said he would call but he wouldn’t. I never made it a big deal because I was sure he would have a very good reason because he always did have a good reason for everything.

We all have a Tobi in our lives, at least most of us do. But Tobi is human. Unlike Tobi, God knows how our day went before we tell him. He knows how we feel every time. He’s always ready to listen though he knows what we want to say. He wants us to say it anyway so we can feel better. We always talk and he listens but some of us don’t even wait for his response. We start and finish the conversation by ourselves and yet wonder why we feel so far from him. We need to know that He is on our side even when he doesn’t give us what we want and unlike Tobi, He always fulfills his promises.

If there’s something I want so bad right now, its to get closer to Him. Talk to him everyday while he listens and listen to him while he talks back to me. It is way easier actually. We do not need to recharge our lines, we do not need data subscriptions, we do not even need phones at all. We just have to shut out distractions then open our hearts and mouths. God is not a man. He lives forever unlike Tobi. Tobi can and will die at some point.




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Comments

Unknown said…
I need a Tobi
Unknown said…
That me.....
Wonderful write up
Ebunoluwa_rj said…
Lovely one dear.
I'm inspired!

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