The eternity of love.

After a long day at work, I sat down to have a talk with a wise friend of mine. It started off on a not very serious note but later taught me a lot about life. People around me know that I rarely have serious talks, especially with my friends.

He asked me what I think love is. I have never been that speechless and mind-frozen at a
question this simple in my life. “I don’t know what love is but I know how it feels when you love and are being loved”, I said. He smiled and looked away. “Since you know what it feels like, please share”, he said. I explained everything I have ever felt all the times I thought or say believed, I was in love. “Fair enough”, he said, and kept quiet. Burning with anxiety, I asked what his version of love was. Three words:

Companionship:
If you find that person whose company you always enjoy, whether sad or happy, you are on your way to finding love. That feeling when you can do anything to spend some time with someone, you can go anywhere with them, do anything with them, say anything to them, get silly and stupid together, laugh about anything. That genuine in-depth happiness with someone. If you can drop anything or at least do it faster just to spend time with that person, you truly find their companionship very important to you.

Respect:
Mutual respect is the main thing here. Respect yourself before that person and other people but most importantly respect that person everywhere, at all times and in all ways.
Do not make them feel bad about who they are, respect their ideas, support and defend them before people, even when they are wrong about something. Do not lose your temper at them, especially before people. Make other people desire to respect that person from the way you treat them. Above all, this shouldn’t be hard work, it should be something natural to you.

Trust:
This is the deal–sealer. If you love someone, choose to trust them 100%. If for any reason they get 99% of your trust by choice then, you need to check what’s going on between you two. It’s natural to be curious and jealous, question things that are unclear to you. If you
doubt anything they give as answers to your questions then you have something terribly wrong. I see no reason to say you love someone if you don’t trust them all the way.

In conclusion he said; “love isn’t just a feeling, I am not sure how to categorise it but it’s far from just a feeling. However, my main concern is, if all that defines love and you have it together at some point, how many of us are ready to maintain it that way forever? In my view, the eternity of love is doubtable.”

Once again, you left me speechless with your wisdom GT. Thanks for sharing your views.

 

 

 

It’s all about…..:

Looking forward to a busy day,
I’ve got to get up early for the day,
But wait a minute, one last thing,
Can’t find my mind,
It’s been wandering the whole day,
I know this feeling,
It’s all about you.

We are in a stubborn argument,
Like we always do,
That defines us,
That’s what we have,
And it’s what we do best,
You “F” me,
C’mon…F can mean anything,
Anything we decide,
It’s all about us.

“F is friendship,
But you mean more than a friend to me,
I said I will miss you,
I meant it,
Please don’t be harsh to me,
Make it simpler for me to live without you,
Don’t make me miss you so bad,
If possible, don’t leave”.
Remember these words?
It’s all about me.

We hold hands,
“Promise me you won’t let them change you,
For better or worse,
Don’t ever fit in their box,
You are a good and fun person,
Stand your ground and teach them something”.
“I promise”, you said.
It’s all about you.

You ask me to stay if possible,
If I leave, I shouldn’t go far,
It’s comforting to know that I am close,
It makes you happy,
It gives you hope.
It’s all about me.

We have late night calls,
Like we haven’t met throughout the day,
Like we never pass by each other,
Pretending not to be this close,
We laugh at crazy things,
We make twerking sounds with our mouths,
We get serious when it’s time to,
We know how to do us.
It’s all about us.

I am gon’ miss you,
More than I do now,
But I am glad we met,
It’s more about you.

The Perm Culture Has Been Linked To Epidemic Of Fibroids in Black Women

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The results of a new study in the American Journal of Epidemiology have some black women thinking about going “au natural” when it comes to their hair. A published paper from researchers at Boston University linked hair relaxers to uterine fibroid tumors in women and early puberty in young girls.

Led by Dr. Lauren Wise of Boston University’s Slone Epidemiology Center, scientists followed more than 23,000 pre-menopausal black American women from 1997 to 2009 and found that the increased rate of fibroid growth among black women may be linked to chemical exposure through scalp lesions and burns resulting from relaxers.

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Feelings!!

A young girl, confused about her sexuality.
Torn between what the world has to offer and what scripture says.
She promised her daddy that she would wait for the “right one”.
In fact, she signed one of those papers as a promise to herself too.
No sex before marriage”, something she said but never knew the meaning of.
She promised and waited.

A 19 year old girl, in her first year at university.
See, daddy didn’t tell her what’s out there.
He forgot to say how cruel the world is.
The challenges that come with the beauty of being a virgin until marriage.
He skipped the middle part of fighting temptation when lust is at its peak.
What it takes to understand full commitment before marriage.
Being fully honest to yourself when no one sees.
Daddy wasn’t so honest after all!

20 years of age, she meets her first fall, a disappointment to her promise.
Doubt clouds her mind; “no sex before marriage?”
This is tricky!
She isn’t telling daddy anything
But the craving, desire, urge burn so strong, won’t stop!!!
She is all dived in!!
Heart-beaks here and there, but she is strong.
Her daddy taught her that.

Tired of her mess, she finds her feet again.
Out of university, successful, back to her roots.
The beauty of believing in someone, an overall God.
She dusts off all the hardships and is ready to face the world.

Inside Church, there’s temptation of it’s own kind.
Just like before, she falls again.
I promise to marry you the moment I save up enough money”, he says.
He must be God-sent because he is in Church”, she thinks.
He is a good man, truth be told.
But homes do not feed on good hearts. We are humans, not vampires.
He is careless about life.
Heart-breaks again but this time, it doesn’t hurt as before.
Is she getting tougher or has learned the life daddy didn’t talk about?

Life unveiled (0)

The first time she saw him, Michael was introduced to her by the COO of the company they worked for. He was taking on a new position in the company. He greeted her and she welcomed him to work. His first question was, “are you a representative?” Angel wanted to reply him in the most sarcastic way she knew how, but his innocent facial expression stopped her. She thought to herself, “hhmm….he is cute, damn!” She chose to be nice and said, “yes I am”. “So I will be seeing more of you around then.”, he said. Angel smiled
and walked away.

Busy being the nature of their work place, they did not meet so often after that. But Angel remembered seeing him around. She could not forget his name from the first day! I mean, who could!!! A person well-built, perfect sense of style, good articulation, sense of humour, handsome, all in one package! I wouldn’t forget that name too, not for anything! He was just perfect.

After two months at work, Michael and Angel started meeting in corridors, at the reception, cafeteria, and other common places. What she remembers vividly is, every time they met, Michael gave her a very firm compliment. He did not care who was around, watching or listening. That kept her going amidst the busyness of the place. She looked forward to meeting him everyday she woke up. To at least steal 2 minutes of his time and hear him say something sweet to her. It was all good, she loved it.

The first time they actually talked, Michael was telling her about some friends of his that had a party at a place called car-wash the weekend before. The next weekend there was a performance by some music group she happened to like and he told her about that too. Angel jokingly thanked him for rubbing it in her face every time there was something nice happening over the weekend. They later planned to go out over one of the weekends, and it happened.

That was one of Angel’s best days. She had never been on an actual date with anyone. She loved the place, the colour of the water as seen from above, the serenity of the place, it was just perfect for her first date. Michael treated her with utmost respect and made her feel like a princess. She could not stop thanking him.

To be continued….

Music that speaks (Part 3)

I do not own these songs. They just happen to speak to me.

#Can’t wait to have my baby.

Here’s to you
You were pink or blue
And everything I wanted
Here’s to you
Never sleeping through
From midnight till the morning
Had to crawl before you walked
Before you ran
Before I knew it
You were trying to free your fingers from my hand
‘Cause you could do it on your own now, somehow

Slow down
Won’t you stay here a minute more
I know you wanna walk through the door
But it’s all too fast
Let’s make it last a little  while
I pointed to the sky
And now you wanna fly
I am your biggest fan
I hope you know I am
But do you think you can somehow
Slow down…..