By Odolaye Aremu
Most of you wouldn’t know Muni was not my first, second, third, or even my fourth love! I was at a time eager, so gullible to throw myself forlornly away in a long-ago romantic-beginning. But I am super-glad now she’s done so well to have eclipsed all of the phantom serial-love in my past- in the most simple ways and, in one in which-The Moon stands incomparable to all of the minion stars and midget galaxies above us. And that’s why I am standing on this “Rock of Ages” to declare my conclusion, emphatically loud and just as clear that- Muni would definitely be my last and my most unforgettable love!
Dudes if you have been duly blessed like me- to be with a woman so smart, kind, ever so thoughtful she doesn’t even have to speak or throw tantrums to be self-assertive; it’s wise to take such woman as the sole conqueror of your stupid ego.
If she’s gentle enough to speak your words back to you, or read your writings back to your hearing or repeat your thoughts- at times telepathically, unabridged- without a confrontational hand in your face or her neck all twisted-up dramatically- in wrongful calisthenics- and not in a fighting stance like an angry Cobra; it could only be she’s trying to clue you in on a mistake you’ve probably made somewhere in your speech, theses or some logics of yours that are without a doubt questionable-and without the slimmest intentions to incite your ego-tripping palaver!
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A woman gifted with the clearest understanding of the flimsiest mental-suggestions would or could take a stubborn Bull like me anywhere- including to a CAN meeting without incurring Oritsejafor or Adeboye’s spiritual wraths!
Muni- I confess I was silly two nights ago! Yet you went ahead and amazed me with the delicious bowl of a cold, day-old Eba, accompanied with a paradisiacal Efo-Riro, sufficiently disturbed with superfluous condiments just the morning after! Each morsels of Eba I pretended to grudgingly roll around the scoops of Efo-Riro-were palatable minutes in moments of monumental discovery!
The dried-out Caterpillars- Monimoni; the Ede-Crayfishes; the Olu- Mushrooms; the figments of bitter-leaf; the seeds of Iru-Wooros- locust beans; the chunky clusters of Egusi- melon seeds and the chunks of Ogufe-Goat-meat you designed the pot of soup with last night-forever speaks of your impeccable dexterities in “Home-Management and Man-Understanding”. The aroma of your love would forever trail me into my grave. The various scents of your presence, coupled with your words of inspiration, with no doubt, has given my crippled existence momentous lifts- gigantic ones that’s brought me to this precipice of greatness. If I ever tip over, or fall into the ditch of obscurity -I must let the world know beforehand you stand blameless! Something must definitely be wrong with me!
Muni I bow to you! Muni I bow to your greatness!
“Give Your Baby A Standing Ovation”, by The Dells, 1972.
Image is not mine-it’s the work of a super-brilliant photographer.
*dedicated to Akin VòGg, Lanre Okunola, Adurosakin Olajide B.
