Should i call this obsession or a crave that paves a way for a drive i find soo uncoventional,soo subduing;that flickers my heart in blisters of filament.Oh i didn't say,that my head rustles at the thought of you;my heart pounds in clusters of musicology when enmased in my creative imagination trying to discern the fore-bearing of this aesthetics of life you splash pass my ears...oh no! your beauty...how do i tell it? should i emerge from your glistening conspicuous chocolatic Nigerian skin or should i tell of how stretchly perfect your body make up stand unmoving...no, no, no...it will be an aberration from the ethics of your beauty if i treat its descriptive analysis with levity as if it is another trivial issue;however,i shall make room for another day to write a dossier on the exquisiteness and unconvetional feature of your beauty.But for now,i just can't keep my feeling to myself;you all must let her know of how i feel about her...you all must find Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie and tell her,that her work,her talk,her disperity in idelogical essence has influenced me a great deal...ilovechimamandangoziadichie.com