Delight Chilegide Olumati

Friendship is a love story we do not allow so many words to. It’s a journey we do not go past with as much strength as may be required. The love that lives between the friendships we keep is to be cherished. It isn’t shallow, it isn’t weak, it isn’t cold enough to freeze, it isn’t hot enough to burn.

Friendship is a love story we do not allow so many to see and if they do, will that be a crime? Why do we hold friendships to be so little? What happened to it being the foundation of every other ship there is? If we grow from strangers to acquaintances, at what point do we call ourselves friends?

Friendship is a love story we do not handle with as much love as it deserves. Friendships deserve all the love and care there is. All the being there. Friendship deserves all the attention.

Friendships are the only things that live when the lovers and family leaves. They’re the bond that doesn’t need blood. The family that doesn’t need force. Friendships are home. People are home.

What is friendship to you? Is it the space that allows each other to just exist in lies? A space to thrive in honesty or is it a place to build and grow together?

To some it’s transactional. To others, they believe it’s not, I strongly say that they live in the lies of that. Friendships are transactional, and while I apologize for the term “transactional ” it is what it is.

How do you go about being friends with those who can’t be there for you physically and mentally, emotionally and financially, sexually and otherwise? Think about it. It’s really about what you can give and vice versa.

At what point do friends mean more? What draws the line between a friend and a close friend? Where do these terms meet?

May the mind that ponders find what makes it find rest. And may the heart that always wonders feel at ease because these questions are what makes us who we are…humans.