Tears on the Keyboard: Longing for Cench During Detty December

Photography by Paulajayiphotography 

Tears drop onto my keyboard as I sit here, heart aching in a Lagos apartment, wishing Cench was in my arms. He’s here in Lagos right now... part of the chaos, the Detty December madness... but I’m not. I chose survival over bad decisions, over overpriced tickets that would’ve had me shoved in a crowd, swaying through smells and strangers.

I wanted our first real meeting to feel intimate, just us. Not in a stadium or jam-packed club. Not amidst the Lagos traffic that’s a nightmare this time of year. No, I wanted to feel him before anything else, feel him in my space, without distraction, without noise.

Modern love is raw. It’s choosing a long-term connection over instant gratification. It’s about resisting the pull of “right now” in favor of the “right moment.” And tonight, in the quiet between my tears and the hum of Lagos nightlife, I feel every mile between us.

Relationship longing isn’t pretty. It’s sharp and messy. It’s staring at my phone, imagining his voice, the brush of his hand, and the way he makes the air in the room vibrate.

So, I sit here, letting my longing spill across the page, because love like this... love for Cench... is worth the wait. Worth every pang of distance, every decision to pause, every tear shed quietly into my keyboard.

Detty December can rage around me, but inside, it’s just me, my heart, and the anticipation of finally being with him.

xoxo,

Ashley Adeniran