Once we begin to love and see ourselves as bread and butter, indomie and egg, custard and porridge bean, then we can be toiletry kept in the restroom.
Love is strong like kpo-kpo garri and it energises like pounded cassava and okru soup. Once the body, mind and soul becomes yam pepper soup without fish or meat. It is easily understood, because together is akara in the centre of bread.
Love is like water, garri, salt and groundnut. It stays natural, once there is pretends like wet firewood. There would be no flames, no matter how hard we pour kerosene.
The beauty of love, is celebrated through a boiling native soup with catfish, crayfish, snails, periwinkles, bush meats, palm oil with a enough pepper; with sharing, smiles and opened mind; like Maggi and Salt in the soup. It's brings understanding.
Love is a cricket, knows no bounds. Love is kangaroo's socket. Because love begins from a clean Pot, good fire and the needed spices.
Love is nest for birds. Dens for lions. River for the fishes. Hills for ants. Boots for the footballers. Pen for the writers. Words for the poets. Lies for the government. Bombs for insurgency and Guns for robbery or militancy.
Love is everything
To be continued...
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