My Love and I pt1

I sat at the back of a taxi, the car galloped several times like a horse in a race as the driver tried to avoid potholes. I don’t blame the driver, I put the blame on the road.Nigeria road and potholes are like five and six.

_‘Sister, here is your change’_ the driver’s voice brought me back to the moment.
My mind had drifted afar; I was thinking about him again. You cannot blame me, I’m in love.

Fasten your belts as you join me on this ride……My love story.

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My name is OR. I’m a penultimate year student in one of Nigeria’s most prestigious universities,studying a wonderful course. Trust me I love my course and sometimes I hype it. Just joined the twenties train and guess what? I’m in love.
Before I met him, I didn’t know what love was . To me, it was a fairy tale that never existed. I tell people that the word love was overrated. The case is different now,I can boldly say I’ve felt true love.

I don’t flaunt my relationship but most people are aware of my relationship with him. To make things easy, I will tell you how I met him….

How did I meet him? I can’t forget the encounter: I met him through a big uncle in an annual meeting. I was depressed and hurt but he changed everything within the few moments I spent with him,then I realised he has been chasing me for a long time before I gave him an audience.

*Don’t blame me,I didn’t notice*.

He has many names but I’ll mention a few. He is called Rockie, Peace, Love, Kadesh, Joshua,but I like calling him ‘Ife’, [a Yoruba translation of one of his names: Love].

Sometimes, I like to talk alot,other times I’m quiet but either ways,he is a great listener and very accommodating.
My relationship with Ife is special,so special to me and I mean special in everyway.How?

I will answer the question later**************