To love that doesn’t lead to sex.
As a late bloomer who was late to quite a number of things -first kiss , first boyfriend , first “a lot of things” , I strangely experienced love quite early even though I just realized it awhile back.
You know love they say catches you unexpected, but for me I did more of the swinging , then walking . I think it’s safe to say , that I walked into love .
I’ve come to believe that love is more in the little things than the big things.
It’s in the way you light-up and smile when someone walks into the room.
It’s in knowing that a perfect breakfast is rice , stew ,and whisked egg. Not boiled egg , or fried one , but whisked egg. Probably with a sprinkle of pepper for the Yoruba effect.
I think it’s in long conversations about life . About how life stress seems to be catching up , often ending in statement like ‘e go be’ or my personal favorite ‘ last last e go dey alright’
I think it’s in the side jabs and playful rat races up the stairs to which most of the time you don’t remember why you were running in the first place.
I think love is in urgent 2k . It’s in knowing that there is someone or people who would venmo you 10 dollars should you get stranded on the way.
I think it’s long nights after a break- up in the midst of tears. Followed by “I told you so” but mostly “they don’t deserve you . It’s their loss” .
Oh shut up Sholape!
He drives a Benz and knows who Chimamanda Adichie is !
What do you mean by he doesn’t deserve me?
But thank you.
I think love is in little laughs, memories here and there all coming together to form bots of happiness that transcends to joy.
I think love is in I’m praying for you. It’s in sermons sent and names on a journal intercessory list.
Love is in shared prayer groups and christainese.
Early morning verses coupled with short prayer quotes.
I think for the most part of our lives,we focus on Big love.
The romantic gestures, the Cinderella then the sleeping beauty and for the most part we can’t forget Prince Charming . That we forget the small love .
The love that never leaves. The one you know you can always run to .
THE LOVE THAT NEVER LEADS TO SEX-family, friends, YOU.
The media has sold us a lie, that in search of romantic love we must leave everything behind .
Cut ties with the old unto this new love you cleave.
The air that you breath , the owner of your breath.
The price of an oxygen tank at the hospital laughs at you , Abba says ‘Haba’ .
But remember ,how would Mary have survived the pregnancy of Jesus without the loving support of her cousin who happens to be Elizabeth.
After every heart break you come running back, into the hand of those you deserted to cleave .And suddenly one day you come running as usual , only to find out they are not there because sometimes even the best intending people leave when they become only just an option .
Romantic love is great ,however,
platonic love is like dancing to the tune of your favourite music. The beats never changes ,but the feeling is always the same.
It’s a love that is stable, peaceful, it is home.
I think you should send this piece to people in your life that reminds you of home.
But then what do I know?
I remain Soul sister (Ss) welcome to this community.
It’s so nice to have you here.
