FAVORITE...A Short Story.

My latest fictional piece.
Happy reading!



FAVORITE  (A short story)

The sound of police sirens blazing in the air aroused the curiosity of the residents of Pebbles Lane, in the serene, upscale, gated Greenview Estate. A number of them rushed out of their houses to find out what was happening in their neighborhood. They noticed four police vehicles zooming down the lane and decided to follow after.

The cars came to a halt at house No. 5, a mansion that was a sight to behold...one of the most amazing architectural structures in this community. Modern but with some Victorian touches to it.
The edifice was home to The Alberts, a celebrity family; socialites in all ramifications.

 Mr. and Mrs. Albert run a successful business conglomerate. They have three children...sons David and Tony...and a daughter named Pearl, the baby of the family. All three attended the most prestigious University in the country. They lived the typical lifestyle of the rich and famous; drove flashy cars, went on expensive family vacations, wore pricey designer clothes and were usually the most talked about people in the gossip blogs and society magazines. The Alberts had a lot of friends, even more admirers and very few known enemies.

Pebbles Lawn residents were perplexed, wondering what on earth could have brought these men in uniform to the almighty Albert fortress. Some were speaking amongst themselves in hushed tones.
An ambulance drove up to the front yard and a short while thereafter, a body was wheeled out of the building and into the ambulance. It was hard for anyone to tell if the person on the stretcher was alive or not. Mr and Mrs. Albert drove behind the ambulance as it sped down Pebbles Lane.
About 10 minutes later, the police asked those who stood watching the drama unfold to leave the area.

The next day, details of what had occurred at No. 5 Pebbles Lane began to filter in. It was like a scene from a horror flick. For those who were close friends of the Alberts, it was like a really awful nightmare.


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It was a holiday weekend and the Albert kids had decided to spend it at home with their parents. On that fateful day, they were to host a small dinner-party with a few close friends and neighbors.
An argument had ensued between David and Tony in the late hours of the morning. David accused his brother of repeatedly demanding excessive amounts of money from their mother for no valid reason. He swore to make this known to the entire family. He was tired of his brother's thieving and lying ways. Tony lost his cool at that instant and began yelling how he hated the fact that he was the least loved son in his mother's eyes, inspite of his being the most intelligent and grounded. Everything he did was just never enough to please her. He craved the same attention she lavished on his siblings but never received it. He couldn't take it anymore.

Pearl walked into the room where her brothers were arguing and begged them to quit. To her, this wasn't like one of the fights the guys usually had.

Suddenly,Tony metamorphosed into some kind of lunatic...throwing whatever he could on the ground, yelling hateful words at his brother. He stormed out of the room, and returned about two minutes later toting a handgun. His two siblings gasped in fear. Pointing the pistol directly at his brother, Tony barked "I hate you, you are not my brother, I hate you David!"

David was suddenly overcome with emotion; tears welled up in his eyes. "I love you Tony, please put the gun down, please."
Pearl tried to persuade her brother to drop the gun but to no avail. She burst into tears, helpless and ridden with fright. Her parents who overheard the commotion from another room, rushed in and were horrified at the scene playing-out before them. Tina Albert begged Tony to put the gun down, not to shoot his brother but he was like an angry Lion.

He aimed the weapon at the direction of his parents. "This is all your fault mother, your fault! He was always your favorite. You've always loved him more than me." His mother began to sob, still pleading he put down the gun.

"I'm sorry I have to do this mom, I love you!" Tony said through sobs again aiming at David.

Bang!

One shot to the head...and He fell to the floor. His mother fainted, his father stood still, frozen to the ground.


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David and Pearl had barely talked to anyone in the days following Tony's suicide. They remained in shock, laced with disbelief. Tina Albert had cried every night, especially as her husband blamed her for the longstanding rivalry between their sons, and the suicide.
"I kept warning you how dangerous it was to favor one child over another. I warned but you never listened.You pampered David and neglected Tony. This is all your fault. I don't know how you'll be able live with yourself Tina, I really don't know," her husband had said one night. Their relationship has been severely strained since the horrific incident.

Tony's burial was ten days after his demise. The atmosphere in the hall was a cloud of sadness. The Alberts sat hand-in-hand throughout the entire service, a family seemingly united in grief...at least for today. Sympathizers couldn't hold back tears.

The preacher's message was about "unconditional love," emphasizing on God's unconditional love for mankind, and how we ought to love each other unconditionally with the same love He bestows on us.
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Koko Wanjiru Ekpo Davids
Copyright 2016

ITS ACCORDING TO PLAN

Yayyy!! Its the last month of the year. I'm particularly excited about December 2015.

Here's why.

In the days leading up to the beginning of this month, I'd been stock taking...appraising my year 2015 and I recalled how pumped I was about it especially as it was declared in my local church assembly on January 1st to be our "Year of Boldness." I recalled how I had penned down all the plans and goals I wanted to come to fruition for me this year.
 
I was determined...2015 won't end like 2014! I will be bold, take bold decisions and carry out even bolder actions towards fulfilling them. 
 

I then recalled how downcast I got when halfway through the year...the biggest thing I desired hadn't materialized...and it seemed unlikely to. My dreams were not bursting forth...my plans were seemingly just that...ideas on paper, never to make it to reality. I got to a point and I gave up on what I desired and "whatever is meant to be will be" became my mantra. I stopped working on those plans...I let them be and focused my mind on other things.

At the end of my self-appraisal...looking at what is roundabout me now, I indeed became filled with sheer gratitude to God because while I was planning, I lost sight of the fact that He has a better surer plan. The Scripture from Proverbs 19:21 has been tugging at my heart and is my message for us as we near 2015's finish line.

While you plan and pursue...remember that God's purpose will always prevail. So when things aren't working out according to your plan, they are working out according to His.
Determine to be attentive to those inner promptings in your spirit...for that's the Spirit of God speaking to you. When He says "let go," do so. If He says "turn right," please don't turn left.

 Remember what God says in Jeremiah 29:11..."For I know the plans I have for you...plans to prosper you and not to harm you...plans to give you hope and a future."

Trust His plan! #HappyDecember

 

 

CONSEQUENCES (A short story)

Another fictional piece I wrote during one of my moments of inspiration! LOL.

Happy reading.

Chika walked into the health center as she usually does every month. Today, her mood was particularly somber. Most of the staff at the facility had become friendly with her; she was one of their favorite patients. One of the nurses named Eva who always checked Chika's vital signs at each visit, sensed the blue cloud hanging over her head and inquired what the matter was. "I've never seen you like this before, I'm here to listen if you need to talk" she said.
"It's a long story...a long, and sad story," Chika sighed.
"Well, I go on lunch break in a few minutes...I really do think you need to talk to someone" Eva wouldn't budge.

Chika obliged and after getting her medication, headed to a nearby restaurant with nurse Eva. Indeed, she knew that talking to someone would lighten the burden and heaviness in her heart.
She began to recant her story.

"It all started a little over two years ago. I had just written the JAMB examination and was eagerly awaiting my results. I was certain all the nights I spent burning the midnight oil wouldn't be in vain. I planned to study Accounting in the University and my dream job was to work with one of the leading international accounting firms. I had my life all figured out. The thought of living this dream was exhilarating and that pushed me to take my academics seriously right from high school. The results came out and to my utter dismay, I was 20 marks shy of the set cut-off point . I was devastated. I couldn't understand how this could have happened. I cried for days. My parents did their best to console me as most loving parents would. My father's advice was that I sit out another year at home then retake the JAMB exam. Afterall, I was just 17 years old, age was still working in my favour, he had said. "You could use the year to do so many meaningful things. Learn a skill or craft, discover new passions. There are so many possibilities," my mother opined. I didn't want to hear any of that. "I will go to the University this year at all costs," I echoed to myself over and over. There was no way I'd be stuck at home for another year while my peers were at school...no way! 
A few days after this, I went to one of the schools I had hoped to gain admission into. I decided I would beg, cry, or even make up whatever story I could in order to garner sympathy from them. I went to the Admissions office and the first person I spoke with was a seemingly friendly, sympathetic man who revealed he was the secretary to the head of the unit and could help me. His name was Bayo Cole. My heart leaped. I cooked up a story about being severely ill on exam day, which affected my performance. I told him I could get a medical report from the doctor to backup my story. Mr. Cole instructed me to bring the report in two days and he'd take me to see the person in charge of admissions.


On the said day, I got to Mr. Cole's office with the report which I fraudulently got from a lab-technician around my neighborhood. Cole invited me into another office where I was asked to wait until I was cleared to see the boss. He left and returned about 30 minutes later, but this time there was something different about his disposition. He was harsh, and brazen. He ordered me to get up...I obeyed, but started to feel frightened. My throat became lumpy as he started towards me. I sensed something bad was about to happen. I tried to make for the door, but he (unknown to me) had locked it. Before I could scream, he placed a gag over my mouth, tied my hands together behind my back and threw me on the floor. I was petrified. I kicked and kicked but he overpowered me. Tears begun to fill the corners of my eyes as he came down on me. Bayo Cole raped me! I was screaming but the gag drowned out my voice. As I lay helpless, I remembered the advice my parents gave me and how adamant and stubborn I was. Tears were flowing down my face like a waterfall. When he was done, he untied and ungagged me and said "fix yourself up!" When I was done rearranging my clothes, he grabbed my throat and threatened "if what happened here today goes public, you're dead...do you hear me...dead! Remember, I've got your house address." He opened the door and I walked out of that office...and ran as fast as I could away from that campus, straight home.
I didn't tell my parents or anyone about what happened. Instead, I found ways to deal with the trauma on my own. I'd always been a resilient soul, so I figured "i'll get over this in no time." I informed my father I would take his advice and rewrite the exam the following year.
Life seemed to take on a semblance of normalcy as the weeks passed by.

However, things took a turn for the worse a few months later. I started to fall sick and was in and out of hospital. Various medical tests were carried out, but no diagnosis could be made. We tried another hospital and the chief medical officer there suggested to my parents that an HIV test be done. I was unaware of what the doctor recommended. My mother insisted against it, as far as she was concerned, her daughter was a Virgin. There was no way on earth she'd have HIV. But my father consented and the test was carried out.
I still remember how long and hard I cried the day my parents sat me down to inform me that I was HIV positive and did infact have AIDS. My mother was crushed...all she could do was ask me repeatedly..."why?" My father was livid. Our family was thrown into confusion and sadness. That was the worst day of my life...yes! it was worse than the day I was raped."

At this point, nurse Eva was in tears...she had never known how Chika had contracted the virus. She had never asked. Her heart was filled with so much sympathy for the young lady.

Chika continued her story. "The doctors at that hospital ordered that I immediately begin anti-retroviral treatment and that the drugs are available at the city's WHO-funded Health Center at no cost. I was also given a diet-plan I was to adhere to strictly. Medical counselors gave my parents all the useful information on how to provide a good support system for me at home. Eventually, I told my parents how I had been raped and threatened not to speak up about it. My father took the matter to the relevant authorities, but we found out that Bayo Cole had succumbed to HIV/AIDS...he died a month before I was diagnosed.

Today marks exactly two years since I found out I had HIV. On my way to the centre this morning, I couldn't help but recollect my life over the past two years. I remembered the dreams I had for myself and how one foolish decision I made to go to that campus sparked a chain of events that led me to where I am now. Never did I imagine i'd be a person living with HIV. I can't help but wish I had heeded my parents advice from the beginning. If only I had listened to them, if only I hadn't been so stubborn. If only, if only...."
Chika broke down and cried uncontrollably and Eva moved over to her side to console her.

Koko Wanjiru Ekpo
Copyright 2015

Friendzone

Friendzone is a fictional story I wrote sometime last month. I've been getting inspired to add more parts to it. Lets see how that goes.

Have a great read!

Hunk and Pretty Girl's meeting was accidental, he bumped into her at the doorway of the office tea room as she was heading out, sending her cup of freshly made coffee crashing to the ground. It was her second day at the job, while Hunk had been there a couple of years. After several "I am sorrys," the two exchanged pleasantries and Hunk promised to make up for the mess he made by taking Pretty girl out during lunch break. This was after he made her another cup of java. That lunch date marked the beginning of something remarkable for the pair.

Three months later, Hunk and Pretty girl are inseparable, best friends, two peas in a pod, "like 5&6" as we love to call it on this side. They talk about anything and everything. He makes coffee for her every morning once she gets to the office, and they've made having lunch together a daily ritual. Every Saturday night, Pretty Girl goes to one of the town's most popular digs, The Lounge, to watch Hunk strum away at his guitar; Saturday is “music and poetry night” at the lounge. Gossip is already spreading like wildfire at the office that the two are not only an item, but soon-to-be Mr & Mrs Hunk. Their colleagues are hopeful for nuptials between the two.

Everything seems rosy and dandy till about a year after that accidental meeting when Pretty Girl is informed by Management that she's been transferred to the company's office in another city. She's bummed about it..."how will I do life without my best friend just around the corner?" her heart dampens as she tries to envision it. Two of them meet later that day for their usual “lunch-devouz” and Pretty Girl breaks the news to him. The date ended on an extreme low...as she lets it out that she'll be relocating in two weeks.

Three months later, Pretty Girl and Hunk are adjusting to life apart. They still talk every day, at least 4-5 times, and Hunk never fails to fill his Pretty Girl in on his Saturday night guitar gigs while she sighs about how she hasn't had much of a social life since moving.

Pretty Girl decides about 6 months after changing base that she'll spring a surprise visit on Hunk during her upcoming vacation. She plans everything to a T, and even gets a few of Hunk's favorite things to present as a gift. She arrives her old town a fortnight later, on a Friday and plans to surprise Hunk the next day. She's quite familiar with his daily routine, so knows what time he'll be at his apartment.
She knocks on his door late Saturday morning...Hunk opens and is totally stunned to see his Pretty Girl standing there, wide-eyed, all smiles with a tint of blush. They share deep, warm hug for about a minute. "I've missed you," "When did you get in?" "What a wonderful surprise!" "I’m elated to see you, Pretty Girl" he says and hugs her again. She enters his apartment, and marvels that the place hasn't changed much over the past months. They walk towards the living room and Pretty Girl stops suddenly in her tracks when she spots a woman sitting on one of the chairs. The lady gets up, turns towards Pretty Girl and Hunk, smiles warmly and says "it's so nice to finally meet you."
Hunk then says to Pretty Girl "please meet Doll Face" His best friend half-smiles and Doll Face gives her a side hug. Pretty Girl has dozens of questions for her bff, but she refrains from saying anything.
"I'm sure you two have a lot of catching up to do, yeah? so I think I’ll leave now," Doll Face, continues to Hunk "call me later, okay?" and leaves the apartment.
Hunk says to Pretty Girl "aren't you gonna sit down, lemme make us some good ol' coffee, yeah?" and heads off to the kitchen.

 As they talk over coffee, Hunk reminisces on how they first met...over spilled coffee. Pretty Girl tries to enjoy the moment with her best friend but her heart is still a mix-bag of emotions. She decides to speak up, "So tell me about Doll Face...who is she?"

Days later, Pretty Girl's heart still hurts when she remembers how the surprise she had so carefully crafted for her best friend turned sour and wished she had never gone to see him. She recalls the moment Hunk had told her that the lovely Doll Face was his girlfriend, how they had met a few months ago at The Lounge and had started dating a few weeks after. "She's an amazing woman, funny, artistic and intelligent. She reminds me of you a lot. I'm happy, she makes me really happy." She recalls how his eyes lit up as he gushed over his Doll Face. She remembers how taken aback Hunk was that she was less enthusiastic about his relationship...how she tried to shield her apparent hurt and jealousy by saying that Hunk shouldn't get carried away over someone he met a few months ago and hardly knows. An argument ensued thereafter and she left his apartment back to the hotel she was staying forgetting to give him the gifts she'd bought.

They settled the fight the next day over lunch after church, and Pretty Girl told Hunk how she wished him nothing but happiness. He reminded her how much he cares about her and will always be her best friend through all. Pretty Girl spent the remaining two days socializing with her colleagues at her former office before leaving town. She ofcourse gave Hunk the gifts she'd got him as they said their "goodbyes" when he dropped her off at the airport.

She hasn't been herself since she returned. She has cried her heart out almost every night. She can't understand why Hunk sought happiness in the arms of someone else when she's been keeping herself for him all along. He always told her he loved her and how she brought sanity to his life. She had always felt she was the only woman in his life and the one he wanted to be with forever. The thought of him being with someone else brought a hollow feeling inside. She started to feel something for Hunk that seemed like hate. "How could you?" she thought as she lay in bed one night "how dare you play with my heart like that?" "I’m done with you Hunk, so done." "I never want to hear from you again!" "You go be with your Doll Face and be happy...I'll be fine by myself, I don't need you. I hate you! I hate you!!!" Tears started to flow, she sobbed and sobbed until she had no more tears left.
Days and weeks passed and Pretty Girl didn't answer or return any of Hunk's phone calls. She didn't reply his messages either. As far as she was concerned, she hated Hunk and wanted nothing more to do with him.

She's lying in bed at home one evening when her doorbell rings, and to her amazement, there's Hunk standing at her doorstep. Deep down inside, Pretty girl was beyond happy to see him, but on the outside, she was cold and unaffectionate. She starred at him, blank-faced.
"I've been so worried about you over the past few weeks when I couldn't reach you. I expressed my concern to Doll Face and she suggested I come over to know what's going on...so here I am!" He hugged her and said, "I'm so glad to see you alive and well...I thought something had happened to you, I was scared to death."
Pretty Girl's heart broke at that instance. She hugged him back tightly and said "Yeah I'm fine...I'm doing fine." That was when it hit her that she didn't need to be Hunk's girlfriend in order to have a place in his life. They had real friendship...one that shouldn't be taken for granted. She understands that they needn’t throw that away because they weren't romantically involved or planning to get married. They can learn from each other and help each other grow in life.

She expressed all this to him as they talked over coffee (like they always did) a short while later. "Maybe I can even be your daughter's God mother, you know?" she joked. They both laughed.

80/20 Love.

Pat struck up a conversation with a new colleague at work a few days ago and discovered that he loves adventure trips, just like her. Over the next weeks, they became best buddies. She's always pumped about heading to the office; she looks forward to spending time with Jeff.  "It's so nice to be able to have conversation  with someone who loves travelling," she said to Jeff one day at the office. Pat's husband Donald has noticed his wife's aloofness towards him and her new enthusiasm every work day. He can't figure out what's wrong.


Susan has been perplexed lately...her husband Dave is a totally different man; he no longer complains about her lack of interest art. "It's okay if you don't want to watch me work, I understand," he told her a few days ago as he was working on a new painting. Susan is totally confused about his new attitude and sudden metamorphosis. Unknown to her, Dave has become friendly with a lady he met at an art gallery recently. Their love for art is the bridge that has connected them. It's the reason why Dave isn't bothered about his wife's disinterest in this aspect of his life.

For Pat and Dave, their new friendships are blossoming at the expense of both their marital relationships. Pat's husband Donald feels neglected while Susan cannot comprehend that she and Dave no loner argue over things like before. It's left her unsettled.

The path which both Pat and Dave are treading on is dangerous. Dangerous because the more time each spends with their "buddy," the more closer they'll bond; more so because they have something in common. It may not be long before the friendship develops into something deeper.

There are many real-life Pats and Daves in the world. People in committed relationships who leave what they have, in search of what they don't have.

Heard about The 80/20 Rule of relationships?
Well, it basically states that you only get 80 percent of what you want from a relationship and 20 percent of what you want, you don't get.

This rule is predicated on the idea that since no human being is perfect, he/she can't be 100 percent what you want them to be. Our flaws, weaknesses and idiosyncrasies will always limit how much we are able to put into a relationship. Nonetheless, the 80 we are able to give is enough for the other person and creates the breeding ground for a wholesome relationship.

Having full understanding of this rule helps us try to reason why people are unfaithful in relationships. Usually, people attach more significance to the 20 percent that isn't gotten and decide to look for it outside their relationship. Many have lost wonderful relationships in quest for the 20, only to later realize they were at their best with 80.





So here's what couples and would-be couples should take-home from this:

1. Accept that truly, no one can give you 100 percent of what you want and neither can you. What matters is that both of you give each other your best...which is good enough for your relationship to thrive.

2. Learn to appreciate your significant other. The more you appreciate one another, the more your relationship grows in value. Whatever you value, you will protect and do everything to keep.

3. If you want your partner to put in more than 80, find ways to communicate this lovingly.
Sometimes, people need to be told where they're falling short. Consciously decide to compromise and meet each other halfway. You both may not share the same interests, but you can learn to enjoy what the other likes.

It may always seem easier to find your 20 somewhere else, but the grass always looks greener on the other side...until you get to the other side! Remember that human perspective is  limited.
May it never be said that you lost a diamond while you were busy collecting stones.

When you see red flags...STOP!!

 

Red flags in relationships are those pointers to negative behavioral patterns, character traits or even bad habits that could negatively affect the survival of that relationship.

One mistake many people make is that they see obvious red flags, things about their significant other that they just can't live with...fiery tempers, domineering tendencies, pride, irresponsibility, toxic addictions to name a few…and they think: "when we marry, he/she will change," or "we will manage each other somehow!" For instance, the world is rife with stories of women who married men with blazing hot uncontrollable tempers, hoping that they would "simmer down" after marriage. Such women sadly ended up in abusive marriages...many with tragic repercussions.

Ignoring red-flags while dating, with the hope that things would change once you walk down the aisle is an erroneous way of thinking, not faith. A marriage is not some kind of magic show where you can correct your spouse’s flaws with a wave of a wand and an "abracadabra!"  Yes! people can change for the better, but a person will only do so when he/she accepts that there’s a problem which needs to be worked on, then makes a conscious decision to turn a new leaf. All the love you have to give a man or woman just won’t be enough to make them change for the better, if they see themselves as perfect.

 

Even regarding our spiritual lives, we must decide that we need salvation and invite Jesus into our hearts. He stands at the door knocking...and it’s up to us to either let Him in or not. That's because we each have the free-will to make our own choices.

One truth about marriage is that it cements everything in a relationship...the good, the bad and the ugly! And if the bad and ugly outweighs the good...it spells trouble. If the bad and ugly is too significant to be set aside, you should re-consider marriage no matter how painful it may be to end the relationship. The pain of ending a friendship or courtship cannot be compared to the pain of a broken marriage.

A marriage is meant to be enjoyed (even in the midst of tough times) and not endured. Your desire should not be to manage a marriage but to thrive in it. Being in the wrong marriage will have a negative effect on every other aspect of your life.

When clear signs of impending danger pop up in your relationship...hit the brakes! Spend time and truthfully appraise each other. Anything you both cannot handle when you are dating or courting, will be even tougher to handle when you are married.

Staying in a relationship where there are very clear red-flags (and in some cases, red billboards) could very well lead to regret later on in marriage. Regret is a very painful road to walk down. No one should jump into a fiery situation hoping not to get burned. It's just not wise.

When you see red flags...STOP!!!

 

Relationship guidelines worth remembering.

If there's one issue that everyone will be faced with at one point in time, it is that of relationships. Because every person has an innate desire to belong, to relate with the opposite sex and to experience love, relationships are part of the human experience. If you look to the creation story in Genesis 2, you'd see that Adam was lonely in the garden, even though he was technically not alone (as there were other animals on earth). Adam didn't have someone of his kind (human) and type (compatible) to relate with. We can therefore see that the need for relationship with the opposite sex was in man from the beginning. Of course, most adults who enter into relationships desire for such to end in marriage, which according to the scriptures, is still in line with God's purpose. When God saw that it was not good for Adam to be alone, He created Eve and she became his wife “And the Lord God said, “It is not good that man should be alone; I will make him a helper comparable to him” Genesis 2:18 [NKJV]. Eve was therefore meant to be a life-time companion to Adam. This is actually God’s idea of marriage…it’s about companionship.

 A husband and wife are supposed to be each other’s best friend. They lovingly (not forcefully or grudgingly) should be able to live as one with each other, and be well able to handle each other’s weaknesses. This is evidently what God intended by forming Eve out of Adam; she had ‘the stuff’ which was needed to live compatibly with him. Adam himself got this revelation when he said of Eve, “This is now bone of my bones and flesh of my flesh;
She shall be called Woman, because she was taken out of Man,” Genesis 2:23 [NKJV]. A husband and wife are like two sides of the same coin.

Based on this premise, singles need to understand that not every relationship is meant to end in marriage. It would be safe to say that some relationships are just meant for the moment, or to put it more aptly, for a season. There are people God brings into your life for a specific purpose, and when this purpose has been fulfilled, He removes them. In such cases, it would be unwise to try and keep the relationship going. As a Christian, you must always believe that God knows what is best for you. So if He removes someone from your life, don’t try to keep him/her. People need to know that friendship must be the foundation of every relationship that is headed down the marriage path. If you’re in a relationship that is devoid of genuine friendship, I wouldn’t think it wise to consider getting married.

Just because you like a person, doesn't mean you need a relationship with him/her. There are people that will not add any value to your life, but rather subtract from it.

 Many relationships are simply time-wasters while some people will only help destroy your destiny or distract you from it.

Furthermore, avoid being involved with someone who makes you compromise your faith, values and ideals. Even the Bible tells us that “evil company corrupts good habits” 1 Corinthians 15:33. We must also remember that the Bible warns believers not to be “unequally yoked with unbelievers.” This is very applicable in deciding about relationships also.

The worst mistake we can make is to constantly get mixed up with people who make us conform to their own image or ideas of who we should be. Never lose yourself and/or your identity because you want a man/woman to love you. Learn to guard your heart from unnecessary heartbreak and hurt.

If you desire marriage, then believe that just like God tailor-made Eve for Adam, so has He created a spouse for you. There is someone that is your perfect match, one who compliments you in every sense of the word...someone with whom you CAN build a lifelong love-filled relationship. By faith, you can ask God to bring this person into your life. And when you find the one God made for you, you'll be accepted for who you are...even your weaknesses won't be an issue. 

 Always remember that you have the Holy Spirit and the word of God to guide and counsel you in every aspect of your life, even as regards relationships.