Love One Four 16.0


‘If I speak in the tongues of men or angels but do not have love,

I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal.

 

If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge,

And if I have faith that can move mountains, but do not have love,

I am nothing.

 

If I give all my possessions to the poor and give over my body to hardship that I may boast, but do not have love,

I gain nothing.’

 

It’s summer time!!!

A.K.A. Long vacation A.K.A. 3rd term holiday!

This translates in my books to lots of free time!!! What better time than now to talk about love? True love is in our daily activities and relationships with each other –

Its in the old lady we help to cross the street and the little brother we watch over and over ‘delaying’ you because he wants to tie his laces like a ‘big boy’.

Its in washing the dishes even though your mum complains about something every time and borrowing your friend your helmet even after he crashed your bike.

Its in saying sorry when you hurt someone and giving out smiles to random strangers even when they insist on being rude.

Thanks for being patient with me! It’s finally here – Love One Four!!! By God’s grace, this is going to be an annual guest write-in segment. The theme for this year is ‘1 Corinthians 13’- the popular love chapter. It was a feat somewhat trying to divide the chapter into fourteen topics for these fourteen talented writers. My first shout out goes to them – Thanks for agreeing to write and taking your time to turn in these beautiful pieces. I appreciate you all.

That said, we’re exploring love from God’s perspective but trust me it can be applied to humans too. It’s what we call AGAPE – the unconditional love of God! You might do all the deeds and talk all the talk and fulfil all righteousness but if it doesn’t come from a place of love then you’re just wasting your time!

Welcome to Love One Four 2016!!!

Here are a few excerpts from our writers:

I am to love God first by obeying and doing his will and then, I am to love and care about others the way I do about myself. Love thinks about others first, it will build others and not tear them down, and this also will encourage others to pursue God’s will for their lives.

  • Siri

 

The protective nature of love always helps us to feel at peace and guarded. We know that we are never alone.

 

  • Demiladeayo

 

 

And you too can be a work in progress, who says you can’t be a masterpiece and a work in progress simultaneously???? Who??

 

  • TheInspiredCutiee

 

 

The needy person who understands this would begin to try to meets needs of others not because he has suddenly stopped being needy but because he is indeed very needy.

 

  • Diazno

 

 

Love is more than mere words; love is a word-turned-substance by deed.

 

  • Engiee

There’s a special treat as well. There’s an image ‘quote version’ of every post so you can keep it with you as a reminder – Your personal love one four memento!!!

So strap in, let’s get ready for the ride.

Ganaija fam, it’s

LOVE ONE FOUR 2016!!!

Keep in mind,

‘’Love never fails.’’

 Ghanaijachic. 🙂

My Love Word II – Day 6


Today’s write in is by another friend of ganaijachic. She’s @KingShekie and some of her works here include Different and I don’t know. Feel free to check them out. Now though let’s enjoy ‘My Love Word’.

P.S. Dont forget to check out her blog Happy Valentine’s Day!

The last image I have as I lay to sleep is you

The first image I have as I wake is you

The pain squeezing my heart is you

The peace freeing my soul is you

The tears that roll down my eyes is you

The smiles that stretch out my lips is you

The nervousness that unsettles me is you           

The confidence that stabilizes me is you

The curses I shout is because of you

The blessings I profess is because of you

The sad songs on the radio is you

The love songs on the radio is you

The punches I throw is you

The kisses I place is you

The hands I push away is you

The hugs I embrace is you

My love word is you.

You with all your complications and confusion

You with all your beauty and blessings

You.

Love One-Four

I have never really considered myself a ‘love’ expert or anything of the sort so writing this was a bit challenging. I feel that love is one of the most complicated and beautiful things in the world so writing about it, I had to do justice to it. It is easy to pick a simple word like care, sacrifice or even understanding but I feel like they are too one dimensional to explain such a multi-dimensional word. Love is complicated. Everyone has their own definition of the word, but here is mine.  

Hope you enjoyed that! I did!! Also check out My Love Word I!!! 🙂 Later today we’ll have Valentine’s Day and Love by Engiee so for now, have an awesome day! :*

21st Century Fairytale I – Day 5


Today’s writer is another talented young lady who I stumbled across. I saw one piece of hers and I had to go looking for more and I was really impressed so when this came up, I decided that you guys needed to hear her too. She is @deaduramilade and she blogs at Out of My Head. Here’s her take on 21st Century Fairytale …

Fairytales are fun. They make you feel good and fluffy inside. You can find your “Prince Charming” and have your happy ending. Your “happily ever after”.

Everyone believes in love and fairytales and happily ever afters. That’s why even after a terrible relationship or a date that doesn’t work out, you still put yourself out there and keep on going on crappy dates until you find your special someone.

Girls will deny it but deep down we wouldn’t mind a Prince Charming, or a knight-in-shining-amour, who’ll rescue us from the evil stepmother or break the curse. And climb a thousand mountains and cross a hundred seas just to be with us.

Guys would say no, but really they want to swoop in and be the hero who slays the fire breathing dragon and saves the damsel-in-distress.

But fairytales are just that: fairytales.

In reality, there are no happily ever afters and you don’t get to be a hero. There’s no love at first sight.

You meet someone and you’re first attracted to the person. You go on dates and learn about each other. You decide that from everything you’ve seen, this person is worth more of your time. But you know they’re not perfect so you live with it because at the end, this person makes you happy.

So our 21st Century Fairytale isn’t random, the-stars-aligned-and-we-belong-together. It’s a conscious decision. You decide to be with someone after a series of dates and all that pizzazz. You want this person with you, by your side – warts and all – regardless of the doubts you have that you’re not good enough for her; or he’s too good for you.

After that, you decide that you’re going to stick with this person and work through whatever issues that come up/

You accept that you’re vulnerable with this person. And you want to be able to share yourself with them.

And that’s how you create your happy ever after.

The End.

Love One-Four

Maybe fairytales do exist, maybe they don’t – What are your thoughts? Don’t forget to drop a comment in the comment box. Follow on twitter @Ghanaijachic and like our facebook page Ganaija. Have a great day and tomorrow we have twoposts – My Love word II and Valentine’s day and Love!

Tata for now 🙂

Picture Perfect Lover – Day 3


Its day 3! There are a few pieces that I wasn’t able to go through fully and I’m posting without editing … Au naturel! Lol … Anyway, this is one of them. Enjoy ‘Picture Perfect Lover’ by a new friend of mine. He’s pretty cool and we became friends because of a piece I saw he wrote so I just hadta have him on board! His name’s Jack and here are a few other pieces he’s written – Notes but for now, enjoy this one! 🙂

It was a hot afternoon, precisely some days into the new year. I decided to go swimming at a nearby pool. It’s actually my regular pool especially whenever I feel like confounding the insult of the sun. It’s popularly called Orange Resort. The pool is unique due to it’s depth and width. The heat from the sun drove me  there and when I reached, there were about seven people already having the time of their lives at the resort. 
      I went to the man I presume to be in charge of the pool and I greeted him. “Good afternoon sir.” 
      And with a smile, he replied, “Welcome my dear, happy new year.” 
       I nodded as I smiled back.
      “I want to swim.” 
      “You’re welcome, it’s just a thousand naira,” he said, maintaining a kind of friendliness he was known for.
      I brought out my wallet and paid him. He gave me a towel and I quickly took off to the changing room as the man said “Enjoy your swimming.” 
     “Thanks.” I responded rather chirpily.
     Some minutes later, I was around the ten feet area of the pool just observing the water. As I threw a back-flip somersault into the water, a thought crossed my mind… Earlier on, while in the changing room, some guys had undressed and were about to get into their swimming pants/trunks and while they were still figuring out who would use which outfit, some other guy who had finished dressing and about to go out of the changing room held the door and was about to open it when the naked guy screamed and held his hands to the door. “Haba guy, you wan show my body for outside?” 
We were about five guys in the changing room and we laughed till some people almost rolled on the floor. It was indeed a funny one. 
Not everybody knows how to do the somersault stunt in the pool. So when I did that, I was seen as a “professional swimmer”. (I’m still a learner o). My cousin and twin brother came in about an hour later to join me in the pool. Both are average swimmers just as I am. So we preferred to swim in the deeper section of the pool while the rest decided to swim around the two feet area which is shallow and accessible so to speak to them on that other end. It was fun and easy-going as we did our thing, dived some few times into the water, did a swimming competition and so on and so forth. 

Not long afterwards, the other guys who were swimming at the shallow area of the pool came around the deep area and sat by. As we got talking with all of them, I got to know some of their names. They really admired us and wanted to learn how to swim in the deep part of the pool; others wanted to see if they could cover a greater distance while others wanted to learn how to float in the deep area without their legs reaching the base, yet without drowning. So the trainings started. I noticed some people could swim already but were just afraid of the water.
     I remember one of them asking me… “Guy, are you a life guard?” 
     I answered, “No….” 
     He then looked at me and said, “No need for me to risk my life, it means you’re not even ready to save me”. 
     The sound of that statement made everyone burst into an unusual laughter.
One after the other, under serious supervision and surveillance, the amateur swimmers took their turns in “crossing the red sea” the best way they could. Through all these escapades, somebody caught my attention. She is dark-skinned, with permmed curly black hair, about five inches tall in height, slim and very sexy with a nice set of teeth to complement her smile, not to mention her charming eyes which best fit the Nigerian description of ‘Ajeboh pikin’, and most of all, she could swim and that’s what drew my attention to this damsel. Sad enough, that was the first and last time of seeing her(sobs). So there she was spreading her hands in opposite direction and swinging her legs like the fins of a fish (as her beautiful dark hair curled behind her back) and heading towards my direction. 
    “It seems you’re the only girl around that has perfected the art of swimming” I teased. 
    “Oh really?” She exclaimed.
    “Hhmm” I nodded.. 
    “Well thanks,” she added. 
    “So what’s the name?” I inquired. 
    “Loretta.” She replied hoping to get a comment on the name. 
    “Mine is Chris.” I said before adding a comment ”Your name is really sweet to say.” 
    So I left her and went to the edge of the pool, stretched my body like the athletes I normally see on TV, and in a twinkle of an eye, I dived in like a fish and got totally invisible. I resurfaced at the other end of the pool. Don’t ask me what that was for; you should know why. I wanted to make an impression and truly, I sure did. When I came out of the water, Loretta beckoned on me to come. I tapped my chest wanting to know if she was actually referring to me, and she nodded. 
So I got into the water from the shallow end and began to make some backstrokes until I got to her and she said to me; “I don’t know how to dive into the water without making a splash and I so hate it; could you please teach me how to dive? I see you’re really good at it.” she added.
     I felt like a teacher and it made my head swell. We went for the edge of the pool where I started teaching her the art of diving by first showing her some moves especially with how the hands and body should go while diving and after some good moves, she quickly adapted and did it quite well. She dived in and by the time she was swimming out, it was accompanied by a broad smile that carried beside it some sense of achievement and I felt really good about all of it.
You know how two people would decide to take a walk, so did Loretta and I decide to take “a walk” in the water. It was much easy with the availability of the swimming tube because we felt more relaxed and comfortable with it in the water. The idea was to get to know each other, you know; talk about things, us and other things. So we started our stroll and began talking academics, then family and relationships. I deduced she’s a very reserved person from her conversations. While we were talking, we noticed that two very lovely people came into the hotel premises. They had parked their white Toyota Camry sports car at the parking lot in the hotel premises and the handsome looking gentleman of about six feet plus, chocolate complexion and very muscular in build-up–to mention but a few–came out of the driver’s seat and walked round to the passenger’s seat where his spouse sat and opened the door for her to come out and he banged the door and remotely locked the car. He took her very portable handbag which I presumed had in it her swimming trunk and other women’s stuffs, held her with his right hand and together they approached the pool. The Lady was of average height.  she had a light skin color, had a beautiful set of teeth and wore a well-designed royal blue short gown that fitted perfectly exposing her expensive-looking set of legs that we couldn’t help but stare at. That guy was really proud of the woman he came with because he treated her like a queen. At this point where they went to negotiate the price for the swimming, I turned to Loretta and was about to ask her a question when I noticed that her gaze was unwaveringly fixed on these two love-birds. I wanted to tap her but didn’t, on second thought. I just let her stare as I stared too. They were lovely, trust my sense of judgement. You know how people often say, “these are a perfect match”: this was the best description for the couple. I had started thinking of how I would go to the gym to begin to work out my muscles, then I had started thinking of the kind of woman that would fit me. (No be easy tin o) I came back from that world of form when I heard Loretta’s voice in the world of reality. I quickly pinched myself to be sure I was in the pool both body and soul. 
     I then turned to Loretta and asked “What did you say please?”    
    And she said, “That’s how my relationship will look like” 
     I smiled out my response, still looking for the right thing to say at that moment. “So, do you have a picture of the perfect Lover?” I sounded rather pessimistic than inquisitive. 
      “I’m gonna tell you a story.” she said.
      A story in the pool? I asked myself. This is the best of fun I’ve ever imagined in a pool. “I’m all ears” I blurted out. 
  “Some few months ago, I met a guy. He is the best description of the perfect man. He is tall, fair in complexion. Very gentle and easy going. He is this muscular (posing with her shoulders high to illustrate). He has very sexy eyes and his nose is pointed.” I listened keenly as if to get something really really important from the whole gist. “We met at the entrance of a supermarket,” she continued. “He was making a phone call and looking sideways when we bumped into each other. The stuffs I bought fell off and as I tried to pick them up, he offered to help while apologizing. He never seemed to stop apologizing, so I smiled and told him not to worry. He seemed really unsatisfied and wanted to desperately correct that impression so he asked me out for lunch. I told him it was not necessary and he insisted, still pleading. Then I said to myself, how many of these kind of men do we still have around here? After I thought about how good looking and humble this guy is, I decided to give the harmless date a try. So I gave him my number and we agreed to have lunch the next day at Monty suites @ 1:00pm. It seemed like I could not just wait for the day of the lunch because I felt it took too long to come by but it finally did and at about 12:45pm I was already there. The long and short of the whole story is that we started dating. But there was something very different about him. He was such a careful and neat man….” so I responded immediately to that by cutting in; “Youknow men are generally known for their busy nature so they don’t always have that time for clean-ups as such.” She interrupted with “But Silas is very different, he works almost twelve hours a day and still has the time to make sure his home is neat. When we make out, he treats me like a queen. The atmosphere is just always perfect. The serenity is always that of romance. And he’ll play Luther Vandross’ BUY ME A ROSE and HELLO as well as other nice songs in his collections. As if he piles them up, you’ll hear other love songs like I DON’T KNOW MUCH BUT I KNOW I LOVE YOU and MY ENDLESS LOVE. I could go on and on and on… The curtains will be neatly closed and the fan will rotate at an average speed making the room warm. And when I walk in, he’ll lift me off the ground and carry me like a baby to the bed, he’ll then take off my shoes and kiss my feet. He’ll say things like, (If I could build a Perfect world, it’ll be a castle where you’ll be Queen and ride in horses with maidens around to attend to your needs). It was fiction and something that was not possible but when I look into his charming eyes, every word seems to be so true and correct that I begin to imagine another world where I am actually Queen of a big castle like we read in the fairy tales. He’ll then tell me to wait for a second, then he’ll go to the kitchen and bring out a pack of pineapple juice from the refrigerator with two wine glasses. He’ll pour me the juice drink and pour some into his glass. He’ll then make us to toast to an unending loving and blissful life. He’ll then look straight into my eyes and tell me how much he adores me.” Loretta, whose eyes were now closed, opened them, and looked at me and asked, “Have you ever had a weird feeling of losing something special because it’s just so perfect?” I shook my head in disagreement. And she said “That’s how I felt. He’ll always blow my mind off. He’ll then bring his face very close to mine, use his left hand to gently hold my neck from behind and romantically drag me close to himself and then softly kiss me. And guess what, his lips are so soft like that of a new-born. I’ll be so turned on that I’ll practically ask for more. As if he went to a school where he learnt how to kiss, he’ll kiss me till my entire body will be set on fire. He’ll carefully undress me and gently kiss my whole body. He’ll use his tongue to worship my breasts.” She closed her eyes again and put her hands between her laps and shivered for a second. “He’ll make love to me till I’ll reach orgasm. He was the best thing that had ever happened to me. He never complained about anything, he’ll take me to all the beautiful places and we’ll go shopping in all the nice boutiques, supermarkets, cosmetics shops, etc. He’s told me more than a million times that my smile is like Heaven itself.” 
    I then said to her; “If he has never been correct about anything, he is correct about that particular one. Your smile is adorable” 
     And with a smile that made me smile back so sheepishly, she said “Thanks Chris.” She paused for a while looking rather sad, so I asked her “So where is he now? Did you guys break up? What really happened?” 
    She still didn’t say a word; Her mood was gradually changing and I was becoming very uncomfortable though concerned. She then spoke after I called out her name thrice. “IT WAS ALL A DREAM.”

Love One-FourThat is someone’s picture perfect lover! I’m enjoying this so far, aren’t you? Feel free to leave your thoughts in the comments section and join us again tomorrow for  our first ‘My Love Word‘ – Its special 🙂

21st Century Love – Day 2


We are no stranger to @Swansparkle here on ganaijachic. She’s written in again on Love One-Four and in case you haven’t seen anything she’s done here are some of her posts on here:

Happiness and there’s a link in Not Easily Broken as well!

She’s a very talented writer and one of the people whose consistency in writing keeps me motivated. Again I’m rambling! Anyway, let’s look at her view on 21st century love and there’s a link to her blog at the end.

Early last year, I encountered something that changed the way I saw relationships and romance and all that is gooey and sweet. I went to meet up with a female friend who had brought a guy friend along because she knew about my love for music and the guy just happens to be studying music (at a masters level). We talked, and we laughed and it was all well and good, and then I had to leave them to go for my driving lesson. As I got up from my seat at the table, the guy got up too. I kid u not. He got up, with his hands behind his back! A sign of respect I have only read about in 18th century romance novels! I ask you, when and where in this century, except maybe in Buckingham palace anyone has ever seen such?! I’m willing to bet that it’s only in dreamland. This is a black boy, in case anyone was wondering. And no, he wasn’t trying to date me. I haven’t seen or heard from him since.
Now I’m not 50. I know what year this is. But you see, love isn’t patient or kind anymore; love just wants to get some every other night! I think people have stopped caring about the right things. They don’t really want what’s best for their partner anymore because they often have more than one. For better or worse has been reduced to “I can’t stand your morning breath, I want a divorce”! It’s all about how much money a dude has or how often a girl is willing to put out and the state of relationships is worsening year after year.

Call me old fashioned but, I like the way things were with our parents. When people were a lot more cautious and responsible. When parents monitored courtships. Do we even have those anymore? It’s like relationships have lost purpose and everything is a silly little game now. Finding a decent anybody is the stuff of legend, and the world’s excuse is that this is the 21st century! Right. I do think things can change though, maybe if people started taking more risks and made an effort. I believe in trust and being faithful and yes, I get laughed at for that, but I’ve seen the couples that have been married for 70 yrs and I’m the kinda girl that wants that. I’ll take the respect and the kindness any day over the z10s and galaxy s5. But that’s just me. Ask yourself though, what does love mean to you now and is it love or convenience?

Love One-Four

 So its up to you to decide – Love or Convenience! Click here for more Swansparkle and don’t forget to come back tomorrow for Jack’s take on Picture Perfect Love!!

So what exactly is Love? – Day 1