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| Nnenna Omali; source: bellanaija.com |
(E. C. Osondu)--I’ll tell you about love.
I know more about this four letter word than you’d
expect. On an unrelated note, maybe not totally unrelated, I have always had a
little pet peeve. You know I have never liked those musical boys groups like
Boy’s To Men and Backstreet Boys crooning on and on about love and loving and
winning and losing and running away and coming back to love. What do they know?
What have they experienced in their young lives? It is a different thing when a
battle-scarred lover like BB King is groaning out such a song. You can tell he’s
been there and done that, got the scars, authentic scars to show for it and he’s
keeping it real y’all.
Anyway, where was I ?
Yes, as I was saying I was chased out of the university
that I attended for one year because of love. I had to take the university
entrance exams for a second time to get into the second tier university from
which I eventually graduated. This particular kind of love was not the
whispering kind. It was rather the kind that screamed and grabbed one by the
shirt collar and commanded— follow me. My story is a little bow-legged, but I
will uncrook it’s leg for you.
