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"I DON PORT GO!" -A Toast To Friendship.


Friends roll in like wheels, everyone of them taking their turns as vacancies exist.
New friends become priorities, while old ones become assets, and in some cases mere options.
Its only a matter of time before we realise that old friends taste like old wine, better every passing day.
New friends with all fairness to them, make you feel friendship in a fresher way, revitalizing your soul, at those moments they're the only ones you want to spend/invest your energy (Airtime, Talk time, Travel time etc) on.
Its so fresh (New friendships) it intoxicates you, sometimes making you feel you're above, over and done with the older ones.
A piece of advice to all, Its been said that friends are forever, but don't be carried away by such illusion, "20-friends cannot play together for 20-years" - (So says a wise Yoruba{South-Western, Nigeria} proverb).
Setting things a little more on the balance, "Remember those (Friends) you met on your way up, you just might meet them again when you coming down.
Why must I come down? (I perceive someone is asking).
Well life they say is a pendulum, it goes back & forth, no condition like they say, is permanent.
I'll borrow another leaf from another Yoruba wise saying; "Atori laye, to ba lo siwaju, atun lo sehin".
Conclusively on this piece, I'll wind down with my own submission;
Make new friends so you don't get stale. (The more frequently you update your friend-base, the more the exposure and information you gather).
This notwithstanding, do not lose your old friends, they're the true ones most of the times.
But in the meantime, if you've seen me in time past, and now you see me no more around your shores, just know it, the matter sounds like "Saka's" (Haffez Ayetoro), putting it straight to you mon ami, "Gbabe, I DON PORT GO!!!"
Sincerely speaking, I LOVE MY NEW FRIENDS, YET I CHERISH THE OLD ONES. Every/Anytime we get to meet again, memories will knit us as keenly as we used to be.
The times we've spent together makes it easiest for us to bond again.
All these said and quoted, a constant check on your old friends will do you no harm. It will instead profit the world if everyone will do like wise.
Pick your phone, scroll down your phonebook, dust again your oldest diaries, contact list, and hook up again with 2 or more old friends.
Its so so sweet I tell you!
Abeg, No Port Go Like So.

The Wordsmith™
(C) 2013.

Comments

  1. The Pope18:24

    True talk bro...

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  2. Gbade18:45

    I don port go o! No benefit, no friend o!

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  3. Anonymous18:59

    Beautiful write up Wordsmith. We must learn to keep our old friends.

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  4. Iyke19:46

    In my view, friends are not meant to be permanent, instead they are meant to fulfill a purpose at a particular time.

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