GMB 5: The unsaid is said

‘We found each other

I helped you out of a broken place

You gave me comfort

But falling for you was my mistake’

-Call out My Name by the Weeknd

This is the end. Maybe is the fact that Siba asked his friend if they could exchange girlfriends or that Kasanda forgot she was dating Siba when she let another guy flirt with her. It was the word unsaid that needed to be said, who was going to say it first?

Kasanda

The news of her Uncle’s death devastated her, her mother’s brother. The news came just a few days after they had gone to see him at the hospital and he had looked so much better. Maybe that is the thing about death, it likes to creep in when least expected. A secrecy it dwells upon, only sometimes known to the one with whom it owes. Kasanda was placed in charge of designing and printing the funeral programs, and the graveyard flowers acquisition. It helped distract her from feeling the loss of his death. At each end of the day, Kasanda would check her phone to see any communication from Siba but saw none. She hated and choose to ignore that sick feeling in her stomach about her relationship with him. She had been feeling like that for some time now, that she didn’t want to be in a relationship with Siba anymore. Maybe it was the promises he made that he never fulfilled or him never wanting to meet and hang out with her friends or just that he would prefer meeting at either his place or hers. Kasanda loved adventure and seeing new places and with him, she suddenly felt that is not something he likes doing. It was time, she said to herself!

Siba

He didn’t know what to do, how to be there for Kasanda as she was dealing with the loss, while at the same dealing with issues that happening at home. He choose his family and stopped keeping in touch Kasanda and to him, he felt he was giving her space to grieve. And on one night when Kasanda called and asked why he never checked in on her during the entire time she was grieving till the Uncle’s burial, all he said was he was giving her space. After their talk, he realized maybe he is not the man for Kasanda, he didn’t understand her needs and how to meet them. It was time, he said to himself!

Siba: Hi Kasanda, I want to tell you something.

Kasanada: Yes am listening….

Siba: I think it is time we just call it. It has been a journey together and we are now at the end of it, would you say?

Kasanda: Yes l agree.

Siba: So it was nice to know you Kasanda…goodbye.

Kasanda: It was nice knowing you too…bye.

This is the end of Siba and Kasanda’s story!

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