There's a particular stereotype love story that
unfolds in most Nollywood movies, where a
handsome young man from a wealthy home meets a
young girl from a 'poor' background and then falls
madly in love wit her only for his family to
disapprove of his choice of a partner, and other
times it is the reverse case.
You'll agree with me of the many times these scenes
have been played out in our tv screens as if thats
the right/only way there is to finding true love, to
disagree with ur family and elope with ur lover
seems like the ultimate ordeal in guaranteeing love.
- Of this type i dont concur.
Also, across d atlantic into the Western lands where
fine cinematography and breathtaking screenplays
are served on a regular, there's another storyline dat
regularly plays out.
It follows where A certain young man with great
Sword wielding skills or being highly trained in the
art of Karate/kick boxing or has a way with guns.
Battles his way through an entire army of soldiers,
defeats the 'bad guys', wins d heart of his lady and
then ride her home in d sunset.
A typical damsel in distress scenario.
- of this type, i prefer only to see it on the silver
screen at the comfort of my home or in a good
cinema hall chewing buttered pop-corn and sipping
soda.
I have often had dreams where i had these 'smooth
conversations' with this lady. We talk about
anything and everything, n she seems to just get
me as much as i do her. She comes only in my
dreams n she has this habit of just coming anytime
she likes, like anytime she wants to and not even
considering whether i'd want her to come more
often. She fills my head with excitement as i sleep
and i sometimes smile lucidly in the middle of our
'not so frequent' conversations. As the time goes on,
her 'visit' became very rare and now even memories
of her are hard to recall.
- Of this type, i pray every young man should go
through for only a short period of time.
Highly Inspired by Nollywood, n strongly influenced
by Hollywood, coupled with the few times i
concieved,'connection' in my dreams, i developed
this very strong yet subtle idea that a certain type of
love exists. Not the type purged by hypocrisy, or the
type influenced by the 'timeline of societal trends'.
A deviant type that sets everything else straight (at
least to an extent; as wide as the elastic limit of my
imaginations can allow me), the type that makes
one so comfortable that even the comfort subtly
becomes uncomforable. Who can blame me; a good
student of the holy book of which this quotation "
whatsoever the mind of a man can conceive, he can
achieve..." has been thoroughly mixed with the
concrete blocks that makes the foundation of my
mind's process. So clearly put, i've got nothing to
lose and so much to gain as i stretch my mind to a
new threshold.
This notion was not shaken by the number of times i
hear people lament of their 'sour' love experiences
or the times my involvement in the 'timeline of
societal trends' gave a scar here and a sad
conscience there. I learnt from those by keeping my
mind's mind at peace and refusing to sell myself
short as i go on about my life.
- Of this i'm still very happy for.
Due to the scars i got and the many times i fought
hard with my conscience in trying to justify my
actions to just 'get by' i made a resolution to 'leave
everything else dat is not 'it', and live my life alone
till i've found 'it'. So i wished, i got on the wings that
wishes fly with and held on tight as i wished for
everything good and right about love, about
happiness in a relationship, about true friendship
and laughter that makes problems hide their ugly
faces. I wished that when i find 'it', it should come
complete with everything i'd wished for, better than
the stories i've read and more fulfilling than the
others i've been in.
- Of this i prayed to God for help.
Its amazing how after we carefully put out our plans
on the table, something else comes in and
rearranges evrything, at times something better.
She laughed, then i slowly grew fond of her, slowly;
like the way perfect smiles are made. Minute after
minute, day after day, week after week, the 1st
phone call, the late night pings the voice notes and
my strong desire to find 'it'. Someone once said, to
get a good friend, first you must be a good one and
so i was set. Motivated by her charming essence and
her calming beauty i had no choice but to be a good
friend. I felt happy like a young child on christmas
day waiting to rock my new clothes each time we
talk, and it was even sweeter, because christmas for
me now comes on a regular and i loved every bit of
it. As a friend she was amazing; the way she carries
herself, her love for God, her persona, her beauty
and intelligence. I could get into a quarrel with
someone if he dare say a bad thing against her. Our
frienship blossomed as we enjoyed our company,
and together we could take on a whole class about
the things we believe and no one could shut us up.
The flow is OUTstanding and the understanding is
second to none for someone i got to know not so
long ago. We were there, staring into what we see,
while what we desired has been delivered to us,
right there in the room and quietly trying to get our
attention to sign and confirm the delivered package.
Pillows grinned at me as i laid my head on her and
she gently rubbed her hands on my head. I closed
my eyes in trying to savour the moment as our lips
locked in a sweet silky smooth embrace. Comfort
was given a new name as my heart beats louder.
Nollywood tore their scripts in place for new ones as
Hollywood pushed for exclusive rights. This is 'IT'
and i needed to witchdoctor to tell me that. Reality
became sweeter than my old dreams, and even
when i close my eyes now, She's 'the one' i see, my
ideas clapped when they met her, and my mind
winked when she came in. She's a keeper and i can
clearly see that, She loves me as much as i love her
and the way she accepts me is grand. The word
'special' has been used in describing less special
things / people, so in trying to give real meaning to
the word, I call her SPECIAL becuase she personified
that word.
- Of this i am Thankful to God for.

Another epistle

Honestly, I stopped reading after the chewing gum part.

I jus glanced @ it...

E tu much

i need coffee for this...

The tori 2 much, cnt read all

I guess no one read that. No point in me reading it too then

What did u find out?

I think he fell in love with a girl from a nollywood script which got torn. Or something.

And this is coming from someone who reads epistles for a living.

too damn long.

Someone shld read and summarize pls.. Too long..

10k God its all in ur head,I didn't bother reading

I think the poetic part of it is lovely.

I stopped at chewing gum thing.... Too long jawe

I hope this wont end in divorce.
Not to be pessimistic and all but I don't agree we humans can love passionately forever.

People are soooooo in love yet after some years they break up or divorce or end up just being together because of the kids.

The couples that break up and divorce didn't they once love like this?

I need to understand this love thing.

The story is very interesting but am sorry,did not read it cos its too long!

The story is very interesting but did not read it cos its too long!

And how I found this impossible to finish

And how I found this impossible to finish

190-the-clown:
^who the phuck are you

I am the phuck I am and I know who the phuck you are.

I read the whole epistle but for those of you who didn't serves you all right I won't tell you what I read, so go back and read it again if you want to find out more!

Nasty-clown:


I am the phuck I am and I know who the phuck you are.

Why are u answering clown just like me

190:


Why are u answering clown just like me

Coincidence.

**yawns**

Its like he has watched too much movie , then one of the character dey come sleep with him for night.
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Something like that

let sum1 sumarise dis long story.