NO VALEDICTION. NO MOURNING…

My Love,

For some days, I have been pondering and wondering whether to write you, though I have mental and soulful notes of my romance with you so far.

My immediate Ex was sweet amidst a little skirmish almost at the end of our romance. It was never his fault. My listening to advices birthed by sentiments, rather than following my intuition, almost ruined the union sanctioned by all the elements of the earth and heaven. But then, our love story had to end for you to come onboard.

It was inevitable.

No regrets whatever.

Obim, you have been my best so far. I grin like a shy bride beholding the nudity of her groom for the first time as I use the fine comb of my heart to pull through the fine texture of our beautiful love tango.

I recall vividly when we whispered hello for the first time January 1st, 2019.

Obim, you held me tightly in your arms like the jealous lover that you are, and welcomed me with very sweet kisses exactly 12am that day. As we walked down the road together around 2am, to my house, you praised me all through. You lifted my spirit and told me you’ve got pleasant surprises for me.

You started unwrapping the beautiful gifts immediately. One after the other. Most times, you embarrassed me with multiple gifts. And I jumped around excitedly like a toddler gifted beautiful toys and dresses and lollipops!

Why do you love me so much, Obim?

The gifts are numerous. I cannot count them all.

My love, you guarded me jealously when I almost foolishly cracked our wall for a stinky lizard to come in. You kicked it out with such force! Haaa! I’m in awe of you, my sweetheart.

That I didn’t get was not courtesy of you. They were my shortcomings. And, I have learned tremendous lessons.

You helped me meet kind and beautiful souls this year. You taught me how to forgive immediately and walk away. You helped calm the fiesty me. You gave me strength to climb mountains. You held me tight and pulled me through oceans. You calmed the tides that wanted to rise May 17th this year. You gave me laughter and rejoicing instead.

Honey, you taught me love.

I found love in you.

I learned love from you.

I keep wondering why you love me soooo…!!!???

You made producing FOUR of MY OWN films this year, possible. You saw to them being screened and previewed. I was the one who eventually started avoiding offers to screen and preview 😂😂😂

You brought me pleasant surprises. And, I’m extremely grateful.

Our love story had barely started when I was announced the United States President’s Emergency Plan For AIDS Relief (PEPFAR) Hero.

I was yet to get over that and you poured more on me. My heart is doing taraboom taraboom as I write this.

In short, I have been glowing since our path crossed. People debate my age with me o. They call me a liar when I tell them my age! 🤣🤣🤣

You slap smiles all over me and hold me while I catwalk in the wind.

Our Union was getting sweeter than old fine wine when you dazzled me again: Best Journalist, Human Rights Reporting, West Africa Media Excellence Awards.

You left me speechless!

Omekanaya!

Obim!

Haaaa!!!!

My neighbours don’t understand why I rise 3am to start singing praises. Dancing alone, mostly in the dark.

Biko. Please, show me that lady who has a very sweet caring lover and bringer of gracious bounties sweeter than the honeycomb who won’t look forward to everyday with excitement?

Hian!

 

 

You pushed me for the UNESCO double wins. Locally and internationally. They came when I never expected them.

Obim. Our love story has been the best so far. Even Horace is envious of the power of my ink-tube full of praises for you.

You have done more again and again for me. I’m so mesmerized. I wish our love never comes to an end.

You wiped my tears when four days to my birthday I lost a beautiful soul. You have been helping me cope with the shock, reality and grief of losing her.

I’m not scared as you embark on that now familiar journey to join my 37 other Exes. Ours has been a love so sweet, hence, my offering the April-yield of my heart.

At least, we still do have four more days to cuddle and paint rainbows on earth and in the heavens.

I am very confident that you will unleash the bottom-pot blessings and gifts you have been reserving, on me before you go.

Before you leave in four days time, please, join your lips with mine, your heart with mine, your hands with mine and prayers with mine, that my next lover will pamper me more than you have done.

That he will be kinder to me.

That he will give me rest. In every areas of my life.

He will do for me and to me much more than you have done to me and for me.

That he will blow the air for my fire to burn and blossom effortlessly.

He will love, guide and guard me jealously and effortlessly.

He will …

He will …

He will …

…

And, by this time next year, his love too, will be my best, yet, so far.

Thanks so much my love for saying Iseee…!!!

I can feel it that our prayers offered in love have been answered.

Thanks so much for sharing, being with and loving me.

Though you are about to leave, this is no valediction. No mourning.

Your Love,
Tobore Mit Ovuorie,
27th December, 2019,
10.58am,
(Grateful Heart).