I told the one I love that I was going to blog about him. I couldn’t see his facial expression but I am certain I surprised him. Now that I am here, on my blog, I don’t know what to write about. I have to give special thanks to my Dad and Eseosa. They made me realize how lovely it’s to love, for the sake of love.
I guess you might be wondering how I knew it is love I feel for him. I knew it the first day I met him. I raked his body with my eyes and I am certain he did the same thing because I felt butterflies below. He didn’t seem to flinch under my sarcasm. He matched my snide remarks tit for tat. One of the first chats we had, he said ‘I don’t trust you.’ I had not met him in person then but I liked him instantly. I loved his blatant honesty, he did not have the patience to mince words. You see, my heart went for him because of mental intimacy before physical attraction.
I had written love poems before I met him but falling in love with him gave my writings life. That’s what love does, right? He made me want to make word planes and take him to cloud nine. The first day I wrote him a letter, it felt good. I wanted him to know that he is the soul behind most of my poems. I am drawn to something within him, something rare, mystique and special. My inner goddess is attracted to this thing inside of him.
There are times when I am uncertain if what I feel for him is love. On those days when I am uncertain, I become downcast. I am unable to write because he has become my muse. I read somewhere that for writers, nothing is more important than their work, not even love. This statement doesn’t hold true for me.
I can hear you, my dear daughter of Afri-fan singing ‘egungun be careful, na express you dey go.’ I am afraid, it’s too late ‘motor don jam me.’ I felt that my love would never be returned because ‘to love’ means a lot to me. It didn’t deter me from falling deeply in love with him. It seemed everytime I fell and hit a surface, my inner goddess tunneled through into the well of love.
No, The Universe did not say that you would love someone who would not love you back. All it did, was show you that you could love without demand or condition. Wholly. –T.H.E
He loves me too, in the conventional way.
I have this burning urge to make him immortal. I want to write a story about him but first, I want to live, for him, with him. I hope my words become a thread that binds us together, till whatever end.
Once, he fixed his eyes on me and asked me ‘What would you call me?’ I gave no answer then. When I read ‘In Dependence’ by Sarah Ladipo Manyika I found the answer to the question he asked me on the page where Tayo translated his name for Vanessa. I call him Omotayo, it means ‘the one who gives me joy.’
With him, there are rough edges that remind me life is no bed of roses. With him, there’s a certain freedom, peace and safety I feel. With him I know my silence is heard more clearly than my chattering. Has he not told me ‘your silence speaks so loudly?’ With him I don’t feel the need to build up defences, it’s as though he holds the key to my heart and soul. With him I feel like a man can be a great audience. When he stares at me I feel beautiful inside out because I know he’s taking in the beauty inside of me as well.
It is so scary to love someone as much as I love him. It’s even scarier because I didn’t start to love him because I want to be loved. I love him for the sake of love, because to love is the right thing to do.
I knew I love him because unconsciously I say a prayer for him. I am not a sport person but the first day, he said ‘I love you.’ My inner goddess did back flips. My heart leaps each time he says it.
I know people can fall in love and out of love, but since I am in love with him, it’s till whatever end.
Tell me, have you ever loved someone? How did it feel? Was your love returned? Was your heart broken? Are you in love? How does it feel? Your dearest daughter of Africa, will appreciate your comments. I want to hear your love story since you have heard mine. Oblige my request by dropping it in the comment section.
Stay tuned, I intend to serve you something else soon, something exquisite and mouth watering, if this isn’t that already.
Hmm. Your description of love is something to behold. I’m amazed!
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Thank you so much for reading this, it means a lot to me.
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This is writing at its peak,such detailed description of love,one day I pray to love so much, my own “omotayo” when the time comes
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You will find what you seek. Thank you so much for reading. It means a lot to me ❤️.
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This is an amazing piece. My question is, does it really last? This thing called love🤷♀️
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We never know what will last if we don’t try. To love someone is to be vulnerable, to be vulnerable is to keep choosing this person. To love is the right thing to do. We should learn to love for the sake of love rather than to be loved. I love Omotayo, till whatever end.
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“Egungun be careful na express you dey go”.
What a fantastic blog. You strength indeed a blogger, and I must confess I’m jealous, hope I’m the one this blog is meant for.
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🙈😂, the blog post is meant for all who believe in love and those who don’t believe in love. Thank you so much for reading, I really appreciate it very much.
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This work made me smile, like smile. First of all it means a lot because I haven’t been able to genuinely feel good for days now. So reading this and feeling this way is like😭😭😭
Divine I am really happy you sent me the link to this work, talk of perfect timing.
You are a really great writer and I admire you.
I am proud of you wenebadu❤️❤️
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Wenem le, I am speechless. I am so happy that I made you feel good with the post. Thank you so much for reading. It really means a lot to me ❤️.
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Dam!!!!
A perfect demonstration of what love truly is, I still didn’t believe there were people who could love rightly as people always make it seem, sometimes it’s not by loving who loves you more but by truly loving someoneto the extent they love you more.
This piece is amazing for real and I so love it😊😎
If you don’t mind we could share contact, am a lover of Love.
And I am in love too😊
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I think it’s hard to find someone you feel that way for, too bad love and hate possess equal energy. Let love conquer
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I know that it’s hard but it’s not impossible. I have found the one. Verily, there’s a thing line between love and hate.
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Dear Divine do us a favor and keep on writing. Inugo?
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😭 Yes, I shall. I have heard you. I really appreciate this ❤️❤️.
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Beautiful piece Daughter of Africa
I know your blog would allow you insert a picture of Omotayo, please kindly let your readers see this amazing being you are loving
Thank you 😂
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Shakespeare of Port Harcourt, thank you so much for this. I am grinning like ‘Oluwa benefit girlfriend’ because you are trying me. I shall send your regards to Omotayo.
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This feeling is the hardest to replicate; felt it once… I still long for it.
I love it.
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You will find what you seek. Thank you so much for reading. It means a lot to me.
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This is a beautiful piece.. reminds me of someone.
This thing called love..
I’m proud of you daughter of Africa.
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Thank you so much 💕. It really means a lot to me, I am glad you can relate.
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DOA why do I feel like Omotayo does not breathe???🤔🤔
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😂😂😂😂 Omotayo breathes. He really does exist.
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😂😂😂 Omotayo breathes. He really exists.
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Okayy oo😂😂
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Wonderful,stupendous piece. But you see this love thing I am definitely not a fan, but I think I’ve found the feminine version of omotayo
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😂 I am so happy for you.
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Thank you for reading this, it really means a lot to me. I am glad you like it.
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Words not wasted here… Each word and each sentence spews that feeling of love and unknowingly invokes our mirror neurons, reminding us about it and how beautiful it can be. You’re doing well Didi. Great piece!
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Waw!
Dheevyne… This is really beautiful.💜
I love the way you talked about love.
The concept of love you gave here is really beautiful.
Just so much in one piece.
You know, just as you said; “to love is the right thing to do”.
We would never know how much we can love someone until we give it a try.
Love indeed is beautiful.
Nice piece Dheevyne.✨
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‘Rome! Stick to Rome, my dear fellow, and live in the limelight!’
Cicero, letter to Caelius, 26 June 50 BC.
Divine stick to writing and live in the limelight. You are good with the ink.
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Thank you so much. This made me smile.
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Literature is the beautiful painting of the world. When the ink is in the hands of those the universe endowed, the world becomes magic.
I’m so fascinated by ur fine detailed descriptions, enchanted by ur diction which makes me see, perceive, and feel this sensational concept, love, as I read through. I could read this forever.
I would often ask myself whether that was a fiction because it was so ideal, but I couldn’t stop admiring it’s touch of authenticity.
I feel love is beautiful, a feeling like no other. Funnily enough, the best things of life are free.
Keep the flag sky high, dear.
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I woke up to this comment, thank you so much.
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I shall not forget to keep the hoisted flag flying.
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Daughter of Africa,
You use words in ways that fracture me with admiration. You give life to your words. You belong to another planet. You are not from here. Even the gods cannot do what you are doing with words. Am happy to be part of your eternal audience.
And too pleased with this piece that I can’t even talk about my experience. But I have loved someone more than myself. And am always lucky that I was also loved beyond description. Everyone needs that feeling. Nothing else is bigger.
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I am happy that you are part of my audience, readers like you, make me eager to deliver. Readers like you, who put the gods and me in one sentence, startle me. Readers like you, who confess to feeling what I want you to feel make me promise to keep writing. Indeed nothing else is greater than to love and be loved.
I appreciate your audience, thank you.
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Daughter of Africa,
You use words in ways that fracture me with admiration. You give life to your words. You belong to another planet. You are not from here. Even the gods cannot do what you are doing with words. Am happy to be part of your eternal audience.
And am too pleased with this piece that I can’t even talk about my experience. But I have loved someone more than myself. And am always lucky that I was also loved beyond description. Everyone needs that feeling. Nothing else is bigger.
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