ONYII LOVE

Welcome aboard my lovely lovers😍😘💖 

It's our day today💏

The 'Onyinye' character of the 2018 movie titled 'LIONHEART' is one that I find very endearing, interesting, enchanting even; so much so that I found myself writing on her... I chose this day to publish this post because it is lovers' day today and although most people celebrate the erotic kind of love, I think the 'Onyii' kind of love is more than worth celebrating; it should be greatly esteemed...

So, ladies and gentlemen, a review of the above mentioned character by yours truly. Enjoy...

ONYII LOVE

I'm Onyinye... Leaving... *giggles*

The look on Adaeze and Hamza's face🤣!
Ọ sịkwa nọọ Onyinye Leaving...
Kee ụdị mmadụ bụ ihe a bikonu😕?

Onyinye: A gift indeed! 

Her name is Onyinye... Leaving...😂

Ekwurekwu(II) of LIONHEART (after Chief Goddy...😂). A loyalist, an enthusiast, lover of Adaeze's soul; her PA, friend (at heart), well wisher, cheerleader, super fan, open admirer, a deeply concerned heart, etc, all rolled into one very lovely petite figure... Who could have played 'Onyinye' better than her? 

There's so much love, respect, admiration, adoration, worship even, in her heart for her boss. She's been around long enough to figure, that her boss is virtually friendless (and if somebody loves and picks interest in you that much, even a week is too long to figure you out), so in addition to being her PA, she made herself her friend, cheerleader, soul sister, die-hard fan, etc, and this she portrayed with every move/utterance she made in that movie.

"I think you'll make a very good MD ma.
There's no Lionheart without you.
No disrespect to Chairman..." 

A very happy character, so very happy that even her seemingly uptight boss' flat responses to her excitement-laden greetings wouldn't deter her.

And Ada could not comprehend such love.
Look at her like:
"What have I done to deserve this?" 

Somehow she feels the weight of her burden,  the pangs of her pain, and basks in her glow. She understands...

The look on her face as she
served Samuel the document,
like "you dare antagonize
my madam?
You got served!!" 

Well, you already know she's the happiest person in the room! 

Love so sure, so confident, so assured. Why else would somebody shout at a policeman at the station on account of someone else without thinking twice?

"I can't believe they'd actually lock you up in here!" 

"Like, una know who she be?" 

I know someone would argue that her assurance comes from the assurance that whom she defends is very capable: money and connection-wise to get her out of anything, but there, you get my message, and I daresay that her actions portrayed that all she thought about at that point in time was the insult on her boss' personality, the stress she (her boss) had to go through, and the danger looming over The Lionheart company courtesy of her absence.

"Igwe Paschal is in the building" 

"Release my madam! Officer!!" 

A truly, deeply, concerned Aproko. She called to report that Adaeze didn't report to work. I don't suppose that would be the first time Ada would be absent at work in that company, or since Onyinye joined that company given her position and relationship with the owner, but apart from the fact that she knows it's quite unlike Adaeze to be deliberately absent at the office, and being her PA, she would know whether or not she had obligations taking her out of the office... Plus, she saw her act weird at the office the day before and must have felt her crumbling spirit in her gut. And who knows? She may have tried to call her a million times without getting through, then she had to call her mom as she needed to check on her but had to be in the office... I bet she called later (beyond the scenes... Lol😂) to get her feedback from the mother. Onyinye is a great lover...

To love is nothing... Loving Adaeze is like breathing to Onyii, the only strings attached being that loving her is some soul entertainment of sort for her ever happy soul. The following words adapted from 'My Soul Sista' by Alka Pal might just have been straight from the deepest part of Onyii's heart:

"She is not my real sister 

Nor found her on Twitter 

We met in an institution 

And (I) got an intuition... 

I love her the most

And have (in her) faith utmost...

I share in her grief

And handle them softly... 

My chest at her pains heaves

And her smile's my soul's relief 

I am her advocate by profession...

I love you Adaeze

Please please find some Mr. 

Find some handsome man

Of whom I can become a fan

Your child cum sista, Onyii"

To be loved is something... But Adaeze didn't seem to realize the awesomeness of what she really had in Onyinye. 

When next you pray, ask for an Onyinye. Everyone needs uplifting words, soothing smiles, inspiring enthusiasm, understanding heart, and a very happy soul around them, and these and many more are all part of the 'Onyinye' package.

If you already have this gift, and like Adaeze do not really realize it, may the Lord open your eyes. Then the following words adapted from 'Soul Sisters' by Christina McCullouch will be your Thanksgiving:

"Such an amazing girl God put into my life

He knew I needed you at the exact time 

Funny when we met, 

I thought you were too good for me 

But when you approached me 

The sweetest girl I did meet...

You have been the rock 

When I needed a friend around.

You have been the light 

When darkness consumed me

And took away my sunshine... 

I feel I've always had you in my life 

Soul sisters we were meant to be. 

You, my beloved friend 

Are such a fresh breeze... 

You are a burst of joy to me 

Each day I thank the Lord 

For the sweet blessing he gave!"

CRUSH💞CHRONICLES💞II

Welcome aboard Lovelies😍
Feb says hi👋

Like I said in the first episode, the Motivationals that I'd be doing here are directed firstly to me and myself. So, take these words from a damsel who is almost always tongue-tied around the objects of her deepest affection...😜

Apply these words and lead a super fulfilling life, or should I say, super fulloving life, devoid of 'what ifs' and 'what woulds'. Don't you worry about me, I'll be alright...🤗

Let Them Know 

I understand that it's sometimes scary to tell someone your true feelings because you may not have any idea how they feel about you and how they would react, but the truth remains that you'd never know if you never try. What if the feeling is mutual? Well, you'll never know until you tell them how you feel about them. It may not be easy because most of us are afraid of rejections and heartbreaks, but you know what I consider more fearful? The fact that you get to spend the rest of your life wondering:

"What if I had talked to him?" 

"What if s/he likes me?" 

"What if I didn't dodge her...?" 

So many "What if"s.

Tell them what you feel. Show them. It doesn't make you weak or vulnerable. It makes you human. 

It hurts, very much, I must add, when you take the risk and shoot that shot and s/he doesn't feel the same way. It hurts even more, when they make that known to you in the most hostile manner. It pierces the heart, that they don't reject you outright, but go ahead to befriend you and have you watch them be with someone else what you'd rather be with them. In that case, let yourself feel the pain and give yourself some credit for being brave enough to tell someone your genuine feelings. Don't regret it. It's very much worth telling because real feelings don't come so easily, and it's a precious thing when it happens. 

Delay is dangerous. Don't let fear of the unknown stop you from telling someone your true feelings. Save your time and energy: tell them. Save them for yourself because you know what they say: "A closed mouth is a closed destiny." Do your part, voice your feelings. Better an I-tried-but-it-didn't-work-out story, than that of I-shoulda-coulda-woulda. Tell them first, then if it doesn't work out, you'll know that it wasn't meant to be. I don't know about you but I'd rather be in the know than spend the rest of my life in wonder land. Even Alice had to leave at some point, why don't you?

There's no sugarcoating how much it hurts when your love is unrequited, but the pain cannot be worse than what goes with endless wonder.

You only live once. You shouldn't spend the short while you have here wondering what could have been. Summon some courage. Follow your heart. It's okay to be scared. But should we wallow in utmost fear that love eludes us? Mba! Chineke ekwela!! Overcome your fears and watch your life become more meaningful. Go for it!!! 

We'll wrap this up with some lines from a great poet/philosopher:👇

"Alas!
 Is even love too weak
 To unlock the heart
 And let it speak?
 Are even lovers powerless
 To reveal to one another
 What indeed they feel?
 I knew the mass of men concealed their   thoughts
 For fear that if revealed
 They would by other men be met
 With blank indifference,
 Or with blame reproved;
 I knew they lived and moved
 Tricked in disguises,
 Alien to the rest of men
 And alien to themselves;
 And yet the same heart
 Beats in every human breast!

 But we, my love!
 Doth a like spell benumb
 Our hearts, our voices?
 Must we too be dumb?

 Ah!
 Well, for us,
 We, even for a moment,
 Can free our hearts
 And have our lips unchained;
 For that which seals them
 Hath been deep ordained!"

Adapted from The Buried Life by Matthew Arnold 

Me and My Words

Hello ladies and gentlemen,

I am not excited. I just feel like I've done something right. I satisfied an instinct and I feel somewhat fulfilled. Imagine finally finding a convenience to take a pee-pee and release that bladder that is threatening to explode; hmmm, what a relief! 

This is me coming out, getting stuff out there, sharing. Getting on here is like saying: "Hey! This is me. This is who I am. You can take it or leave it." So ladies and gentlemen, it's

 Me and My Words

Someone once said that books are blocks. He made us sing it. It became our mantra. It sounded cool at the time. I was in high school then. Grown up now, I think that was so small a truth. Books are way more than just blocks. Books are like buildings. Words are the bricks, blocks, etc, with which these structures are built. These structures are put together to form big cities and worlds in our minds. Reading books is like venturing into these buildings, exploring their halls, hallways, ends, nooks, crannies, etc, and taking in what each one has to offer. The more you read, the more these buildings are put together to form these great cities of the mind. The *manier the books you read, the *bubblier your city would be; the stronger the books, the *stablier your city; the more informative the books, the more advanced your city, and so on. The world you build in your mind determines to a large extent, your outlook on the world you live in.

That same someone said that readers are leaders and that's probably right. But I say that readers are writers, or at least, potential writers. Writing comes by reading and reading by everything in black and white. If you have ever written anything, then you must have read something. There are no two ways about it. You can observe and learn, you can even comment orally, but if you are ever able to put something down in eligible black and white, then you must have absorbed something in black and white. Who was the first man to write? What did he read? That's a question for another day, but every other person after him had to go through this process. QED. 

If you ever get to the point where you are able to string your thoughts in a binding sequence, to play around with words, to paint a picture so clear it could as well play back in the mind's telly; to tell a story so well your audience might as well have been there when it happened; to create a story so binding we wish it never ends; to even spin lines and verses so tasking; long or short, rhyming or not; that stretch and expand our imaginations in a bid to capture the intended picture, then you must have read a whole lot. And when you read that much, your mind bubbles, the contents make rumbling noise and threaten to explode; and explosion is imminent if you don't let it out! How do you run from the things that run through your mind? The faster you run, the faster they run after you. So, to maintain sanity, I write.

If you are an avid reader, you must be a writer. If you read a lot, you must scribble a lot. There is simply no way in the world you can interact that much with words and not come across a set that your mind will always want to remember. NO WAY!!!

Then if you are a word lover, your case is specially critical. You take notes because your mind will always want to remember those expressions that tickle your soul in the way that only words can. You don't watch movies just to get the story, you strive to hear every word. You pause movies to actually take time to laugh at, wow at, cheer at, clap at, and appreciate word plays. When you listen to music, lyrics get to you because more than the beats, you connect with your lovers: words. Figures of expression are magical because they transport you to a realm that only word lovers comprehend. Every time you absorb anything at all that was created with linguistic constructions, you are in a deep intercourse with them. Not every construction will touch your spot but the ones that do have you moaning in utmost pleasure. Note-taking is you taping your soundtrack because you want to relive your orgasms. And because you are made for this intercourse, it never stops. Your passion gets to the point where words cum together in your mind to form beautiful constructions that are as alluring as the ones that seduced you. It's a match made in heaven! 

Writing is you bringing these constructions to life and rearing them to grow. The constructions keep coming because you keep meeting with words in whatever language system(s) you mingle with, and it doesn't matter what language systems you mingle with because systems don't discriminate, you can only know/love some more than the others. Your constructions grow in beauty, grace, style, form, and excellence. They mature and find love in some other word lovers. They are eventually ready to penetrate. What a glorious unending cycle!

These constructions are made for love. They should be loved every second, every minute, every blessed day! But they are as patient as they are loving cos they wouldn't force their love on anyone. You have to be ready too; they need to know you want them too. 

This is me putting my constructions out there to reach out and find love because they are very much ready to penetrate. If these constructions are made for love and are ever searching for it, and I'm responsible for their happiness, and you, my dear readers are made for this intercourse, then who am I to put asunder to this glorious match?

Readers are lovers. If words are yours and you are theirs, then you should love with no doubt nor fear. My dear readers, welcome to love nest. Love, even when you feel too sick or too worn out or tired. Love, even when it feels like you can't love anymore. Love until there's nothing left to love, and then, come back and love some more. Here, love is in the air, you'll love without ceasing. 

Welcome to here: my words arena; fullness of my mind in countless words, my words playground, my words board, my words table, my words court, my words track, my words pitch. I manoeuvre these words to fit in your heart so well that your heart moans an "aaah!" of relief. I bridge the gap between you and these words as I finesse them with such precision that they can't but fill the pockets of your very soul. Here, my imagination jumps up and down, dashes back and forth, stretches and swings with such vibrant energy and passion that their words do nothing but punch through the basket of your mind; words race to your heart, even as it holds out in anticipation; they get to it and hand the baton, then your heart starts racing. I juggle and dribble these words so fast and they shoot into your heart's post with such speed that you don't see them coming. Yes, these words are the loving winners of your heart. 

You'll find these words in anything drawn from the numerous ideas that bubble in my head. You know how Zuckerberg asks what's on your mind? Here's simply a link to what's on my mind, where I get to share with you the things that go on in this little head of mine: the memories, the happenings, the conjured, and all the figments of my imagination.

Welcome to here: my mind's gallery. If words paint a picture, then there are no regulations, no limitations, no restrictions, to the pictures your mind's eye can behold through these words.

You'll find works in the Igbo, English, French, Engligbo, and Frengligbo languages, because I am just trilingual for now. Other systems will be added as time goes on and you will know when it happens. Genres commune here. Essay forms meet and merge here. You might even find that there is a genre/form you never knew about. Here's like the future : anything can happen...

Have 💝 yourselves 💏 a ❣️ very  💓 lovely 🌹 experience. 😘❤️😍💋😘