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What Love Is Not. By Yomi Owope

Hey Guys, remember when I asked the question "what is love" in my last post on marriage? Well, Yomi Owope sent me this. I find it profound and I think you will also. You can comment with what you think love is not as well. E.g "love is not...". Love is not the idea that I take your freedom in exchange for mine; it is not the fashionable remembrance of anniversaries and birthdays, nor is it the poolside dinner at Smith's with live music and the smell of fresh flowers. I will not tell you that love is the food of the eyes at the sight of light skin and long hair or the fodder for the mind at the whiff of Rabanne. I will not say that love must do for me what I did because of it; neither will one beg quittance of me for a deed done for love. Is love measured by the length of a fathers rod or the gleam of a wife's Gucci? Is it benchmarked by a Bishop's heavy holiness or the fiery fervency of the union leader?

My Encounter with a Nudist

WARNING: Not For the Faint-Hearted! It was my birthday in 2007 and I had a very small group of friends out to celebrate. That day, I made a new friend named Frank (not his real name) who I mentioned to that it was my birthday. He then told me that his best friend's birthday was also that day and that they were planning a small party the following day. He wanted me to come along as a surprise to his friend. I promptly agreed and I invited an acquaintance of mine, Tola (not her real name) along. We arrived at the celebrant’s and were met at the gate by the celebrant himself. I remember the gate of the house opening and being greeted by the sight of a very tall, light-skinned, thirty something year old man, clad in nothing but a pair of wet boxers. Now we all know that wet clothes tend to stick to the body and emphasize those curves and bulges that are better left hidden. *clearing my throat* .I stole a glance at Tola but all I could see was a sincere smile on her face, directed ...

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