Half a Dozen

For the life of me, I couldn’t fathom at first why dad use to say there’s a difference between six and half-of-a-dozen but now, it all adds up.

Lakunle and I were posted to Kaduna for the National Youth Service Corps (NYSC). I barely could pick him out at first as many of you know, orientation camp is where you will see many fine boys, as in; mouth-dropping-gorgeous dudes that gets us analyzing and giggling and investigating to find out if the guy is seeing someone. In some cases, some girls don’t even care if they are engaged or married; but that’s not me.

The last week at camp, I went for evening fellowship. Sitting next to me was Lakunle. I usually keep a straight face but his cologne was really good that I had to catch a glimpse. That glimpse was my undoing. I became so self-conscious and my imaginations did not help matters. I almost did not realize when service ended as I was in fantasy’s lane.

He gave me a nudge and held my hand as we sang “the family song”

“I love this family of God, so closely knitted into one, they have taken me into their arms and I’m so glad to be a part of this great family”. 

I lavished every single moment singing the song as it both made me feel relaxed and that he held my hand. That was how he did not let go of my hands. He said if I didn’t mind him buying me dinner at mami market; I obliged.

Few days to passing out, they already had a nickname for us; Jack & Jill. I was so into him that if my Jack literally fell down a hill, I would tumble after him. Everything was happening superfast but none of us was ready to reduce the pace.

We were out of camp on a Tuesday and he was posted to a different local government - 4 hours away from the state capital where I was. Saying goodbye felt like heartbreak. I sulked for three days stretch as I could barely even make any tear-free sentence when he called to check up on me.

Saturday morning, I heard voices saying Jack! Jack!! From a distance. I brushed it off as I thought my mind was playing a fast one on me. Someone knocked on my door and it was Lakunle. I was shocked and speechless as I felt my emotions gush like a fountain.

He dropped his bag, grabbed me and gave me a very long kiss. After we cooled down, he said he couldn’t stay any longer without seeing me and that he wants to move in with me. I said yes without hesitation but I was already battling with my conscience. I quickly excused myself to the bathroom. Looking at the mirror, I asked myself if I was ready for this.

My head knew I wasn’t, but my lust and emotions aided in drowning the voice of my conscience. That was how we stayed together for the whole service year. We exploited our bodies and whatever our hearts thought and set out to do, we did.

7 years later, we had long lost contact and all attempts to connect with each other prove abortive. I later went abroad for my masters and PHD. I got a job and a resident permit. I met this devout guy, Bolaji who worked in the same office I was but a different department. He was born in America and has only been to Nigeria just once as a child. He loves God and respected me. He proposed but I told him if we get married we will still come to Nigeria to do our traditional wedding. He agreed and we got married.

Three months later, we were in Nigeria for our traditional wedding in Lagos. We planned to have dinner with their family the night prior to the traditional wedding. We had started eating when Bolaji got a call. He told me he wanted to go show his step-brother in that was at the gate. He added they haven’t seen or heard for over 15 years and that he just got in from Germany on hearing the news. That he didn’t want to miss that.

Bolaji walked in giggling and holding on tightly to his brother only to discover it was Lakunle. I choked on the wine I was having on seeing him. While everyone motioned towards me, Lakunle was frozen and slowly took a sit at the table. Bolaji knew me well to figure out it was on seeing Lakunle that the whole thing happened. He also observed how I tried not to look at his brother.

It was bedtime when Bolaji walked into the room. He told me his brother said he couldn’t stay for the wedding anymore as something came up that he had to leave first thing tomorrow. That he couldn’t place why the sudden change of his brother’s attitude towards it and wasn’t saying much either.

I tried to hide the tears from my eyes but he noticed and asked me to tell him everything. I have never lied to my husband and didn’t know how I was going to get away being a very detailed man that he is.

For the life of me, I couldn’t fathom at first why dad use to say there’s a difference between six and half of a dozen but now it all adds up. He used to say the truth is absolute and anything that will make me ashamed to say it like it is, I should not be involved with it.

I told Bolaji everything but that changed everything thereafter.

3 days later...

We stayed a bit to spend some time with our families and visited some friends before we travelled back.

It was 13 hours of silence sitting next to Bolaji “my husband” on our way back to Houston after our traditional wedding. When I asked him what was on his mind, he’ll feign a smile and say “nothing”. Trust me all kinds of thoughts ran through my mind. I know that he’ll never hit me even if I solicit for it but I felt hitting me was somewhat better than this silent torture.

“Titi, we have landed” he said tapping my hands slightly. He did not allow me carry any of my hand luggages even when I insisted. When we got home, I was still very tired and sleepy. I sat on the couch in our living-room to remove my shoes. I slept off before I could remove the other pair of my shoes.

I heard knocking from a distance. I tried to compose myself after jolting from shock but it wasn’t working. The knock became closer. I heard it landing on the door where I was. I couldn’t really pay attention as I was trying to figure out what was happening. How did I get here? Whose nightwear am I wearing? The room was definitely not mine. “Room Service” was followed by the knock on the door again.

I could hear the shower running in the bathroom. “Bolaji is that you?” I called awaiting to get a response to calm me down. I heard mumblings from the bathroom and thought within myself, he definitely pulled a surprise for me.

I went to the door and it was the waiter with breakfast on a trolley. He greeted me with a smile and went straight to the table to set it up when I let him in. I caught a glimpse of the Hilton logo on his jacket and realized the hotel I was.

Was this another honeymoon or what? I was enjoying it but was still puzzled how the same person who didn’t speak to me all through is suddenly being overwhelmingly nice. Was happy to tag along hoping that I will get to know what was on his mind.

I lost touch of time and felt really famished. I already started helping myself with tea and the nicely prepared waffles when I noticed the shower stopped and the door opening. I was looking towards the door with a radiant smile to catch Bolaji’s gaze.

Jesus! I exclaimed with great trepidation. The waffles I had, feel off my mouth. This must be a dream! I said out loud “it can’t be”. It was Lakunle. He said I should take it easy that he will explain. “Explain what?” I quickly covered the exposed part of my thighs.

I was heading straight for the door but he got there before me, stretching his hands apart to stop me. I just wanted to get out but he wouldn’t let me. I threw things at him and tried to push my way through while putting up a good fight but he said I needed to hear him out, holding me firmly. That point I had a flash back and realized how I missed being in his arms but I knew this was trouble if I relaxed.

“Where is Bolaji?” “How did you get here?” “I saw you leave back in Nigeria” “How did you find me?” “Where is my husband? Where is Bolaji?” I asked all these questions one after the other in a loud voice. Lakunle kept insisting there’s something I needed to know.

I came out of his arms and told him I was listening. He told me he actually boarded the same plane with us but sat some rows behind so we couldn’t see him. That he wanted to know where I was staying in the US. “Are you kidding me? So where is my husband?” I interrupted.

He told me he was going to get there but I needed to listen. I was already getting visibly impatient. He said I was the cause of everything and that it wasn’t meant to have come this far but I indulged him. “Are you out of your mind? How can you put this on me? Weren’t you the one that came back to my room in Kaduna?” I asked furiously.

“Titi yes I came over but I couldn’t stand your tears over the phone. It felt like you were going to die and didn’t want that to be on my conscience. That’s why I am back to apologize to you in person. I really want more though but you are married to my brother and I do not intend to come between you.” I had this swell of emotions and wept uncontrollably for minutes.

He came closer to pat my back on the couch where I was sitting. Then he knelt down in front of me to hug me. At that point I couldn’t really resist. I was too emotionally drained to fight back. I just needed some comfort and his came in very handy.

“I held on to him so tightly like he shouldn’t let go. The chemistry between us still

remained a mystery. While the thoughts of kissing him crossed my mind, he was already making a move. We started kissing but then I stopped immediately and told him I needed to use the bathroom.

I went straight to the mirror in the bathroom. Looking at myself I said almost inaudibly “Lakunle, this feels both right and wrong especially as I’m now married; married to your brother. But how can my past feel like a future at the same time? I’ve been through this path before and I am even yet to make things right. Titi you will be strong and you will fight for what is right. Dear Lord Jesus, I can’t do this on my own. I need your grace to help me through this to your praise and glory, Amen”

I washed my face afterwards and had my hair packed. Stepping out of the room he was already lying on the bed and had removed the towel he had on. I so wanted him my emotions echoed. I walked towards him slowly and covered him with the duvet. I told him that can wait and asked where Bolaji was. “In the hospital” he replied angrily. “He came out to greet your neighbor across your street and a bike hit him. I rushed him to the hospital and came for you afterwards”.

I fought the emotions and tears that was already swelling up within me. Which of the hospitals? “I want to see him right away” I spoke to him softly but couldn’t fight the tears this time. He put on his clothes immediately and said he was going to take me there. I got dressed as well and we left.

On getting to his ward, I met a doctor in the room. I introduced myself and asked how he was. The doctor said he has been stabilized but will be in the hospital for some days as he suffered some severe bruises. The doctor stepped out while I sat next to him. I held his hands and told him I was sorry while sobbing continuously until I dozed off. Lakunle had left by the time I woke up.

Bolaji was discharged 4 days later and I was supposed to resume back at the office the following day (Valentine’s Day) as our leave days had ended. The past two weeks felt like two years. I was not looking forward to tomorrow’s goodies like Bolaji usually spoil me with knowing he was just out from the hospital.

Walking into my office, the scent of freshly cut roses gave me a warm welcome. Next to the flower on my table was a beautiful cake and a lovely wrapped box. How did Bolaji pull this one off? I thought within myself. Opening the small card on the rose I saw “Courtesy Jack”. Seeing that ruined my whole mood immediately.

There was another note on the box with his hotel room number, 7pm and a concluding note ...the final goodbye... I was livid and looking forward to closing out on this chapter. I had my colleague Neye share the cake to the rest of my colleagues, and gave every member of my team a stem of rose flower. No one asked questions as it was my culture; sharing things. I was thankful but skeptical if Lakunle was going to be gone for good.

I was at his hotel room door exactly 6:59pm. As I was about knocking, Lakunle opened the door. He wanted to hug me but I quickly walked past and went straight to the chair and sat down. He asked if I cared for a drink and I accepted. He asked why I was smiling and that he wasn’t expecting I show up. I said but I’m here. I got a call and all I responded was “yes”. He asked who that was, and I said never mind and asked why he wanted to see me.

There was a knock on the door, and I asked if he ordered for anything. He said no but let him check. Opening the door he saw Bolaji. He was frozen and almost didn’t want him to come in. I stood up and went to Hug Bolaji. I told him he was just in time. Lakunle couldn’t understand what was going on. “Titi told me everything and I really didn’t expect you to stoop so low” Bolaji said. I never saw Lakunle that abased. He was so embarrassed and broke into tears. He knelt down and asked us to forgive him. Bolaji looked at me waiting for my approval because he knew how hurt I was from everything that transpired. I accepted.

Bolaji told him to stand up that we have forgiven him. Lakunle never bothered me again.

See Half a Dozen Part 2 

http://asorhoyoma.blogspot.com/2023/02/half-dozen-part-2.html 

Count Down

Three: I’m not sure about the definition of reality.

I once heard first-born is a synonym for responsibilities but my immediate elder sister is a carefree-goddess. The only world she recognizes is the one in her head. Growing together enabled me to understand the relationship between the sun and the other planet – everything revolves around her.

I also learned last-born kids are often pampered. They get away with anything but I am actually not sure to what extent. I breastfed my immediate younger brother till he was one year old while I was in high school. I had to take up part-time weekend jobs to cater for his basic needs. Tomorrow he turns 7

Two: At what point is water thicker than blood?

We are not fatherless if that’s what you thought. My friend calls her dad superman. I have two dads yet I play the character of wonder woman having to shoulder the responsibilities of my mother. It sometimes appears I am father less.

Step dad offered to take care of my siblings and I. Relief right? I was the only one who accepted his offer. He is soft spoken, generous, devout and easy going. Everytime I hear him say I still love you; I never succeed in holding back my tears. The weight of each drop exceeds the blood of my biological dad.

One: The crossroad when right becomes wrong.

What do I see when I look into the mirror? Strong, independent and bluntly naïve lady who hardly ever breaks a sweat. My reflection is karma.  My life would have passed for a reincarnation but I am alive as well as my loving mother. Initially I could not understand how my uncle could be mother’s brother and her son as well.

Grand dad passed on the eve of my uncle’s 7^th birthday, thanks to my mother. I remember the footnote she added on my 21^st birthday card

…every seven year is an opportunity for perfection, a time to make every wrong, right…

I went over to my biological dad’s place to be the first to wish my brother a happy birthday on the morrow and most importantly to make the right thing wrong unknowing to anyone.

11:58pm, I woke daddy from his deep slumber on the very same couch of my dilema. His eyes opened as though he was going to breathe his last. When I told him I forgave him and like step dad would say in a very gentle tone; and I still love you; tears streaked down his eyes like a baby.

Courage may not always be courageous but I’ve seen how it transformed the heart of a fully formed man and most importantly, me. 

Scented Roses

Growing up as a child, one of the cherished moments was walking home in the evening.

The cool breeze bearing gently the fragrance of the scented flower within our premises

It saturates the street and your nostrils with every step that takes you closer and closer home.

With no words spoken, it oozes tons of unreserved affection to everyone around

No pride nor prejudice – old, young, male, female, dark or light skinned; it’s gracious to all

Varying seasons - Rain, Cold, Dry or Hot, their fragrance is always very reliable.

Thinking about it simply brings a smile to my face even through the years.

Loving without holding back, giving so much when having little or nothing

Your friendship is as a clear as Crystal Sea and refreshing as the desert oasis

You’ve earned the medal to be christened the field of scented roses…

Simply Put

Like in most developing nations, the fumes generated in traffic congested situations is alarming! It is often seen in metropolitan cities where 80% of the cars used are not brand new. Public vehicles used for transportation often contribute to the greatest degree of such pollution with little or no remorse from the drivers because it’s all about the Benjamins. Whether they care about the long term effect or the people with good cars, functional air conditions and sufficient petrol, not bothering; are topics for another day.

To cut the chase, sometimes life does not only put us in positions where we really can’t eradicate such unideal situations, but also presents us with the option of being cushioned from the direct exposure.

Many have been exposed to such situations in different forms. Knowing you has been like one whisked away from one congestion to a valley of fresh roses. The fragrance of your love, concern and advice is like the gentle breeze aiding the sweet scent into my nostrils. Simply put, you surpass what it means to be a breath of fresh air. 

This is dedicated to you in appreciation for being all that you’ve been. Love you!

Quintessential

A craving pure and so deep

Nothing to be desired as you

Your heartthrob rhythms like the lullaby

The beguilling warmth of your bare skin

Hands struggle to refrain from your curves

Your lips gives an effervescence of delight

Twin soft organs evoking the child in him

Beneath the housing lies a beautiful mind

Seeking nothing more than his pleasure

Such treasure of gold in earthen vessel

Your name echoes a sweet melody

Your body scent is as a valley of roses

Life sure is unimaginable without you

Jealousy rages like a fountain towards you

Much to be desired than precious silver

Creation was incomplete until your arrival

 You are the essence of love, delight & desire

You are simply quintessential. 

Daddy's Little Driver

If I'm to buy you a gift on the week of Valentine's Day, Christmas, your birthday, etc. you will probably know without a second guess what the gift is for. This is because gifts have one similar characteristic. It's season or occasion based.

 

 

On the flip side, you have some culture or custom which is not occasion dependent. It can be seen as a "mandatory willingness", if such a phrase exists. But it simply defines your obligation to do some things but in sync with your will.

I was meditating on... “But earnestly desire the best gifts. And yet I show you a more excellent way.”
I Corinthians 12:31

I realize we desire so many gifts in life at different points in time; be it spiritual or physical. Most times it makes us "feel loved".

What if someone chooses a more excellent way or culture towards us for the rest of our lives, I mean a full time, everyday kind of love thing?

So my little girl who is barely some few weeks old gets that and so much more. Although she is not yet capable of comprehending all that love, she gets a down pour every day from my wife and I.

Nothing seems "too expensive". Tolerance level is exceeding maximum - day and night. We beg her when she "annoys" us with her cries (especially the ones we think is unreasonable after doing all that you know how to do). We attempt to pacify her by dancing, singing and even composing new songs too just to please her. "If she sorry for you she go sleep but we are satisfied with her awake but quiet" - that's GOLD.

Trust me she is "The Boss". Not just daddy's little driver but mummy, aunties, uncles, grandmas, granddad, neighbors & gateman too in different categories, degrees, physically or remotely.

What if everyone attempts to practice this kind of love not just to our babies but our spouses, friends, neighbors, relations even strangers?

The Apostle Paul wrote about the details of what the more excellent way is; thousands of years ago (1 Corinthians 13) but indeed the scripture is fulfilled in my life, thanks to Daddy's little Driver - Princess Nyore.

 

…until our love makes no sense…‏

It was the last day of the Annual West Africa Marriage Seminar which usually features an interview of couples married for over 50 years.

Mensah and Ibironke have been married for 95years. Coincidentally, the interview was held on the same day of their anniversary – April 5th, 2015. The interviewer asked Mensah to share how he was able to hold on for so long. With a warm smile, he asked Ibironke to speak first.

Ibironke obliged with glitter in her eyes “after all these years he doesn’t surprise me. He puts me first in everything. I will share a few with you”. The crowd went dead silent with earnest anticipation to hear as she spoke softly.

“Mensah is very intelligent. He has won multiple Professor of the Year Awards across the globe yet he teaches the children on Sundays making everything plain as day to them. How he does it, I still can’t explain. I just believe he adds a bit of charm (chuckles).  Secondly, he has this daring faith that often produces results. We know the electricity situation in Nigeria is yet to enjoy stability lately, yet; for every time we needed power desperately and he prays in the name of Jesus, power is usually restored within 5 minutes. I tell you the truth and lie not. Finally, Mensah has warned me severally in time past not to leave the kitchen napkin on the cooker. I felt it was the most accessible place for me when cooking. One evening, there was a fire outbreak which got me trapped in the kitchen. He ran into the fire to rescue me. Suffering some severe burns whose scars still remain today to tell the tale. His love is simply beyond contest”.

The crowd was in awe and started clapping and cheering loudly. Mensah beckoned gently for the place to be quiet. Pausing for a minute while he gazed into Ibironke’s eyes, he said; “those acts doesn’t necessarily translate to my loving you. If they were, I would have been bankrupt. Like most husbands, I was hurt times when you insisted on having your way despite several warnings. I asked God to help me daily and to teach me how to love like He would. He showed me how he never gave up on me. How He served His disciples. How He kept no record of wrong by those who crucified Him. How He chose to ride on the colt of an ass, not exerting His authority on the people He created. That He has never for once repay evil with good but keeps praying for me every time I hurt Him”.

Mensah said on a concluding note “whenever I realize how much debt I owe God by dying on the cross for me, I knew nothing whatsoever you did could ever outweigh my transgression against Him. If He forgave me for all my sins and loved me when it made absolutely no sense with no guaranty that I will choose to love Him back - I discovered loving you extravagantly (not dependent on feelings) became easier”.

Beloved until our love makes no sense, we may not be able to achieve a fulfilled life of love as the length of any relationship is nothing compared to fulfilment. The secret can be summarized thus –

…we have three things to do to lead us towards that consummation: Trust steadily in God, Hope unswervingly, love extravagantly. And the best of the three is Love. 1 Corinthians 13:13

Soap!!! No Forget to Wash your Body

If you attended a boarding school or better still NYSC orientation camp you may be able to relate when bathing or washing clothes or plates and the soap slips off your hands... The soap picks up dirt or sand (if it's not so tush like the one I attended) from the ground. You either throw it away as fresh students/corper or say beginning of 1st term because you still have provisions. Alternatively; you pick the soap and give it a good wash and then continue when visiting day is far or term wants to end or 'alawee' still far. Some of us have done both.

But I'm sure we don't use the sand to wash the soap rather we still use the soap to wash itself.

Some of us are like soaps. We do things for others, take care of them and make them comfortable and help them when they fall in the dirt of need which is good, but the down side is we forget to take care of ourselves. When we fall, we throw pity a party and sulk in our own dirt waiting for sands to come wash us. Not everyone is as nice as you.

This message is for all the good "soaps" out there. You also deserve a good bathe. Give yourself a treat. Be nice to yourself. Be your own hero. Pray for yourself. Spend time with yourself. Have your own "me time" & meet the needs of your own relationships/family also because, you may never love others better than you love yourself. 

...MADE OF GLASS...

What if our hearts are made of glass; whatever the color, size or state - good or bad; and everyone can see through it? Amazingly; only God sees the intent of every man’s heart at every time.

What if our hearts are made of glass & we don’t have to depend on tell-tale puzzles of words and actions? Amazingly; the mastery of hypocrisy makes the puzzle a mission impossible.

What if our hearts are made of glass & we embrace a brand new world were less words will be spoken to convince each other? Amazingly; words now have become insufficient for convinction.

What if our hearts are made of glass & we can see when it is cracked or broken and needs fixing? Amazingly, the presence of our bodies does not always signify our hearts are with it.

What if our hearts are not made of glass but our intents, words, actions and the unity of our hearts and bodies were? Amazingly amazing is what our relationships & society will become.

Not just to yourself but others... strive to be true.

Apartheid

Tender & mild - christened the bedrock 

Full of love yet susceptible to pain 
Throne for our wills
Gate of our emotions
Free yet costly to keep
A pillar yet prone to wander
Transient yet worth dying for

Our hearts, Our hearts!

THE ESSENCE

Seeing You – Like the spring of April, my heart throb blossoms

Touching You – Like strumming an acoustic guitar, unfading melody

Smelling You – Like a freshly cut rose, simply sensational

Hearing You – Like sweet symphony, when you call my name

Tasting You – Like nectarine, when I kiss your tender lips

You are the essence and epitome of my senses - my wife, my life.

...feelings for you...

Hark! The one thing I can’t seem to contain is you

I feel so excited and elated about you

My world stands still for you

Nothing here on earth is as important as you

My most treasured gift is you

If I live for a thousand years I want to spend it with you

My world is so beautiful because of you

Spark! I feel like standing and dancing for you

Any chance to tell anyone about you

Love has never been as sweet without you

Defining love in life, I’ll simply say you

I can't contain the joy I feel for you

The day of your birth; God smiled on you

Sonorous melody of my love, thanks to you

Ethereal! Nothing illustrates love better than you

I thought ice-cream was sweet until I met you

Plantain or sugar-cane is no match beside you

It’s the taste of nectar when I kiss you

My indulgence is what I’ll call you

How can I even be myself without you?

Oh my darling wife, It is you or you or you.

Two Different isn't Too Different.

Dear daughter,

I noticed your little pet dog - Tasha; even after the years, she still share this bond with you like it did yesterday.

Have you ever wondered why dogs are referred to as man's best friend? Let me share with you my keen observation.

1. Loyalty - Tasha's loyalty to you can never be questioned even when it chooses to be friendly to all; her much knowledge about you shows in her attitude towards you.

2. Obedience - Tasha knows and submit on hearing the sound of your voice or command even above your other siblings. She tends to do only what you approve or bids her do.

3. Violent - I watched Tasha aggressively support you the other day Temi - our neighbor decided to pick a fight over parking space even though you were wrong. She did bark viciously and would have bitten Temi if he moved any closer towards you. 

4. Excitement - This very trait triggered this whole findings. Tasha truly delights in seeing you. I observe her genuine excitement every morning everyday through the years. An enthusiasm borne out of a mutual bond; firm and deep. For as long as Tasha lives, she is quite confident you will never abandon or neglect your duty to her.

5. Surrender - Do you know whenever you scold Tasha firmly, it never barks back in aggression or attempts to bite you? Instead, with good judgement, she folds her tail inside to win your sympathy by surrendering. It amazing how it works every time; earning your tender pat instead.

Thinking about it, your mom always got a better part of me when she discovered and applied these principles. She gave me little or no chance to fight back knowing any direct confrontation I got from her reduced her chances of winning that battle. According to her, quiet battles often times win the greatest wars.

Beyond doubt, Tasha LOVES you. 'Play Tasha' and you will win the heart of your man or husband when you are married, keeping in mind regardless of your differences, two different isn't too different after all.

DARK SIDE - BEAUTY, LOVE & LAUGHTER

I watched my 7 year old niece as streaks of warm tears ran down her tender cheeks.
Sobbing quietly, as she saw the little children maltreated by some cruel step-mother in the
movie. I marveled how she was able to relate with reality at such tender age.

Sending me a mail several years later, she told me she was seeing this guy in her
NYSC and he's the best thing that's ever happened to her. I had mixed feelings even
though I knew it was a part of life's hurdle we get to scale at some point.

I thought carefully before replying for the best possible advice. I told her I truly share in her
joy and know what it feels to be in love. That everyone deserves to have such genuine
feelings but there is a dark side to beauty, love & laughter which everyone should be aware of.

True beauty finds expression when nothing at that moment seem attractive.
How best you handle disagreements depend on how long your love is going to last.
The great lessons of true laughter could be learned from the sad yet honest tales of sorrow.

To have it all; keep it simple, be polite & honest about your feelings and finally
there are no perfect relationships only perfect emotions - Never Lie to Yourself.

SWEET NOVEMBER!!!

It all started when I realized I had this bubbling euphoric feeling on my inside... The sun never went down cos you lit my heart even at night fall. When it was dawn i was certain I love you this much...









I couldn't get my mind over you or what i felt about you. I think I had my feelings all muddled up or something but what i felt was real...

Maybe I needed a pill to get this strange feeling over with... but the only medication left was this capsule encapsulating tiny pills of love...





I couldn't tell day from night cos i was dreaming about you all day and looking forward to the next moment I'd be with you...








I work all day in a bid to raise as much as I could just to have you by me forever but for every bucks i made, your love outweighed it even more...






With every passing second revealing how much I need, miss and love you, I realized it had no regards of the changing tides...





I thought it was a mirage when I stood from afar. Coming close, I found out nothing really did change because time and time again i found my heart was perfect with you inside...







Blurry!!! The final picture may seem, but the mist and life's morning due gives way to the rising of the determined sun...







Dreams come true, but only those who dream would realize that moment when their dreams finally come true. A mile, two, three, a thousand away from where I am now... I can't really tell but I HAVE A DREAM!