Why I Believe in Love

Hello

To the people who have wondered (and in some cases asked me directly) why i haven’t written anything on my blog, I’m sorry. E ma bi nu. Take this small post (even though this really isn’t for you).

I was on a train back to school post spring break when I got the inspiration to write this post. Hopefully I finish it and actually post it. I’ve gone through the process of writing a lot of times but stopped myself every time because of one reason or the other. When people ask me why I haven’t posted on my blog I always say it’s because I haven’t been inspired. Usually I get inspired when I get angry (read my blog and you’ll quickly realize my posts are just me ranting) and recently things don’t make me angry anymore. Okay they do. But it’s not an active anger. It’s more like disappointment rather than passionate, “let’s-do-something-about-it” anger. So I haven’t really written anything. But this time, (as you might have guessed from the title of this post) I’m inspired by love. So let’s go.

Today is the 1st of April. Happy Easter everyone. It’s also April’s Fools Day. People are going to play the same old pranks they play every year. “Mummy I got someone pregnant” “Daddy I’m dropping out of school”. I’m not big on pranks. Partly because I’m the kind of person that likes to take people at their word all the time so I don’t really see the point. Also, if I tell my mother that I got someone pregnant, as soon as you can see the two ticks on WhatsApp I’m 100% sure my mother will be beside me pulling my ear and knocking my head, even though I’m in America and she’s in Nigeria. Don’t ask me how. It will happen.

April 1 is important to me (and my family) because it’s my parents’ anniversary. Many many years ago, when I first found out my parents’ anniversary fell on April Fools, I had a funny idea/thought. I’ve never told anyone in my family. I’ll tell you now (they all read my blog so it’s cool). Imagine if my dad really courted my mum, proposed to her, planned a marriage, and then when the pastor asked him to say I do, he said “April Fools” and walked out of the church. Well thank God that didn’t happen because I wouldn’t be here writing any of this.

A lot of my friends know my thoughts on relationships/love. It’s not something I’m going to get into details and my reasoning because 1) that’s not the point of this. 2) it’s a lot. So let’s save that for another time. However, the main reason I believe in love is because of my parents. If God blesses me with a marriage half as loving as the one my parents have I will die a happy man. The love they have for each other and for my brothers and I inspires me. The sacrifices they constantly make for me renders me speechless. The support I’ve seen them give each other for decades is incredible. It’s not that their marriage is perfect, nothing is. But through everything it’s clear that there is true love at the foundation of it all. I wish I could go into detail but family business is family business. I believe in love because I look at my parents and know it is real and it is possible.

Alright the rest of you close your eyes, the next little bit is for my parents:

I love you more than you’ll ever know. Thinking about it right now brings tears to my eyes. There are no English words that capture the ferocity and depth of my love. I wish I could speak Yoruba or Kalabari because even though I don’t know those languages, I know in my heart that there’s something pure about our languages that would allow me to convey what I mean. I guess there’s only so much one can do with a borrowed language. You’re the best parents anyone could ever wish for and you make me want to be the best version of myself I could be. I want to ‘blow’ so you never have to stress over anything ever again. I want to be worthy of being your son. TWENTY NINE YEARS OF MARRIAGE. Ko easy. Happy Anniversary.

 

life updates: i wrote a short story in my fiction writing class. my professor liked it. a lot. I think I’m going to take a leap of faith and try submit it to some magazines or wherever people submit short stories. obviously after i edit it a little.

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