Let’s call him 2008

Since he reminds me of 2008, 

Let’s just call him 2008.

He called out of the blue 

his voice, familiar yet distant 

 And the first thing he said was,

“Ayodele Childish.”

I laughed. He laughed too.

Only someone from that year would remember that name.

No one calls me that anymore.

It felt like being pulled through time,

back to the girl I used to be 

curious, soft, a little untamed.

I tried so hard to resist the pull

But 2008 went on and on

But we’re not in 2008 anymore.

It’s 2025.

We’ve changed. Life has changed.

And yet, there’s something about old connections 

they slip back in like they never left,

as if time has just been waiting for the next hello.

We spoke for hours,

half catching up, half pretending not to be curious.

He said he wanted to see me.

I asked why.

He said, “To catch up, to see who I’ve become.”

And I couldn’t tell if he meant it as friendship

or something quieter, something unnamed.

He joked about meeting halfway 

fifty - fifty

I said seventy - thirty

And just as he agreed 

I said, “Never. It’s a hundred-zero.”

A girl never goes looking 

He said, “I’m not chasing.”

I said, “And I’m not waiting.”

And we laughed again, like two people

who used to know each other before the world grew complicated.

Maybe, 

This is just a reconnection.

Or perhaps it’s a reminder 

that some echoes return not to repeat,

but to reveal what’s changed.

Let’s see where it goes.

So randomly, I will update you in real time

Join me on this journey 

Back to 2008

To the girl I once was 

And here in 2025

To the woman, I am

I'm not finding myself

I'm just living and reclaiming my voice.

How it all began, click the link Back to 2008.