THE JOURNEY OF LOVE AND LUST

THE JOURNEY OF LOVE AND LUST

By Abiola OlaOluwa

Poet & Author

 

CHAPTER 1

I met OMOLEWA through a friend at a party, and from the moment we spoke, I knew she was someone special. Her pointed nose added a touch of elegance to her long, dazzling face. As for her complexion, whether she was dark or otherwise, I couldn't focus on those details because I was completely captivated and enveloped in the love she brought into my life.

Her smile, especially her set of teeth, was like a reflection of my own happiness. Just seeing her was enough to make me feel complete. I remember how tender and delightful her hands felt whenever she touched me; each touch seemed to affirm that she was indeed a goddess in my eyes.

Calling her became a daily ritual that I cherished. The sound of her voice, and the endearment "Adeori mi" she used for me, filled me with so much joy that sometimes I didn't even feel like eating. "Oh, I've found love," I would tell my friends proudly, referring to her as my life. She truly was everything to me.

In those early days, every moment with OMOLEWA felt like a dream. Her presence was enough to brighten my day, and I treasured every second we spent together. She made me believe in love in a way I hadn't before, and I was grateful for every moment we shared.

Little did I know then that love, while beautiful and fulfilling, would also bring its own challenges. But in those initial days, OMOLEWA was my world, and I embraced every part of our journey together with excitement and gratitude.

She remains a cherished memory, reminding me of the power of love and the beauty of finding someone who truly completes you.

Each time OMOLEWA crossed my mind, it was as if an antenna within me received a powerful signal, resonating through every fiber of my being. I couldn't help but feel a surge of emotions that defied rational explanation. It was raw, intense, and consuming, much like the love Solomon expressed in his passionate letters.

To me, OMOLEWA wasn't just another person; she was the embodiment of everything I held dear. The thought of losing her to another man was unbearable. It sparked a primal instinct within me, a protective fierceness that bordered on possessiveness. I found myself thinking, in moments of heated passion, that I could confront any challenge, even to the point of risking imprisonment, if it meant keeping her safe by my side.

My love for Omolewa was profound and all-encompassing, a love that transcended ordinary boundaries and norms. It was a love that demanded sacrifice and unwavering devotion. Perhaps my words sound extreme, but they stem from a place of absolute certainty and commitment.

It sounds like my feelings for OMOLEWA are incredibly strong and passionate.

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CHAPTER.2

Omolewa holds a special place in my heart that defies ordinary explanation. The simplest moments with her become vivid memories etched into my mind forever. I recall a time when, caught up in the intensity of my love for her, I asked Omolewa to share her food with me mid-chew—a gesture that surprised her but was my way of demonstrating the depths of my affection for this enchanting woman.

Being close to OMOLEWA was electrifying. Every touch, every glance seemed to alter my body temperature, sending my spirits soaring higher than I thought possible. One unforgettable day, she initiated a kiss between us. The memory of that moment was so potent that on my way home, lost in the euphoria of our first kiss, I absentmindedly walked instead of taking the bus. The drama of that kiss replayed in my mind, imprinting itself deeply into my memory.

Despite my overwhelming emotions, I endeavored to maintain my principles. Not out of religious devotion but as a personal policy I had set for myself. As a Christian, I dealt with the physical response my body had whenever I beheld Omolewa. It was a challenge, a testament to the powerful effect she had on me.

Each day with Omolewa was a evidence to the strength of our connection, a love that transcended mere words. In her presence, I found myself experiencing emotions I had never felt before—passion, devotion, and an unyielding desire to protect and cherish her.

OMOLEWA, with her charm and grace, had captured not just my heart but my very soul. She was the muse of my dreams and the reality of my waking hours. I treasured every moment with her, knowing that our love was something extraordinary, something worth cherishing forever.

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CHAPTER 3

My love for Omolewa shines through vividly in these moments, capturing the intensity and depth of my emotions for her.

Omolewa type of breast is another type of breath taking. I could imagine the day I will set it in real picture of colour, I imagine my heart double kicked. But one faithful morning the imagination of my heart summersaulting came to reality. Our wedding was seriously at hand, I went to her house very early and I saw the reality of her beauty her face was naturally beautiful even without makeup, her teeth was very aligned. Her pointed breast under her fabric really got me chocked, I felt like holding on to them without releasing my hand off it, I felt like sucking it hard like a baby to her mother but she caught me up ‘’hee’’ what are you looking at, ‘’I came immediately from the pool of my thought in lost. Oh! sorry never mind I even thought she knew what I was gazing, but she was not bothered. She led me in, my eyes again caught her back side, she had this buttock size that is well built for her, not too spread, long, big but moderately okay. I felt like touching it, holding it but I had to cool my temper for the ripe time. Besides, I am a born-again Christian, I need to be very careful not to cross boundaries.

 

OUR HONEY MOON

Immediately after our wedding, we travelled out of town to one big hotel surrounded by nature. We landed safely in our hotel. I had arranged for the hotel two week to our wedding. The environment was cool and there was this well arrange tree plantation around the hotel. Omolewa like it and I am happy she did. The door opened and we entered with a little or no prayer. I could not wait any longer until I asked OMOLEWA to change to her night wear without putting on anything, she gradually put off every thing she was wearing before my very eyes, her pointed breast revealed it real colour, they were ripe enough to pluck from the human tree hanged. my heart double kicked and I truly swallowed some spits, they were not oranges like but ripe grapes that was so fresh. The colour of her body revealed and the huge to drive it came, We did it before we went for our birth. it was painful for her but I broke the virginal layer I never knew she was truly a virgin. I enjoyed everything about her to the fullest. This is my poem for Omolewa.

 

In the quiet hours, when thoughts of you arise,

My soul stirs, my heart reaches for the skies.

Like Solomon of old, in fervent plea,

I lay bare my love, unashamed and free.

 

For you, OMOLEWA, I'd defy the world's demands,

Hold back the tides with just these hands.

No man shall steal what's rightfully mine,

I'd fight, I'd bleed, till the end of time.

 

If fate should test with chains of steel,

I'd face it all, for your love I feel.

In your eyes, my eternity I see,

You're the breath of life, the air I breathe.

 

So here I stand, with heart laid bare,

For you, OMOLEWA, I'd always dare.

To love, to cherish, till the end of days,

In your embrace, my soul forever stays

 

Of a love so deep, so strong, so true.

May it convey what words alone cannot,

My undying love, my every thought.

 

 

CHAPTER 4

 

LOVE BECAME ACCIDIC

Lately, I've noticed some changes in her behavior that have been difficult for me to comprehend and manage.

Firstly, I've observed that she has been spitting frequently, which has become quite bothersome. Despite my attempts to bring it to her attention, it hasn't stopped, and I find myself feeling nauseous at times because of it. This is concerning, especially considering her pregnancy.

Moreover, I've noticed a shift in her overall demeanor. she seems to have become somewhat careless and lazy. she sleeps excessively, forgetting things easily, and make unreasonable demands regarding food that often require me to go to great lengths to fulfill. This has become burdensome and frustrating for me.

 

Another issue that troubles me is the state of her dental hygiene. her once bright and attractive smile seems to have lost its luster, and I worry about what might be causing this sudden change.

These concerns OMOLEWA, are compounded by the fact that I find it increasingly difficult to discuss these matters with anyone, including friends, pastors, or even our parents. I often internalize my frustrations and suppress my feelings, but I cannot continue like this indefinitely.

The recent development of her snoring has also been affecting my sleep patterns significantly. I find myself awake until the early hours of the morning, which compromises my ability to perform well at work. This is not sustainable, and it pains me to admit that I feel trapped in a situation that seems to be spiraling out of control.

I know marriage comes with challenges, but I find myself questioning how long I can endure these difficulties without a clear path forward. I am beginning to wonder if perhaps I made a mistake, or if there's something I'm missing that could help us address these issues together.

Sometimes, she complains that I smell whenever I sleep beside her in our bed. She tells me bluntly to excuse her or she excuses herself from me. I couldn't believe how quickly beauty seemed to vanish from OMOLEWA. Should I mention her nose, which has enlarged like the entrance to a cave, or the way she farts loudly, filling the whole house with an offensive smell? This feels like a great punishment for me. The due date is very near, and I hope all these unpleasant changes will be over once and for all.

 

THE ARRIVAL OF OUR TWINCE

I was so excited to become a father. Shortly after our naming ceremony and church dedication, I expected our love life to return to normal. However, my wife started giving more attention to our children. The most annoying part was how the boys would suck her breasts flat. Whenever I tried to intervene, the glares I received from them were enough to make me back off. I was jealous of these boys. I couldn't enjoy my wife anymore; every time I tried to play with her, they would cry as if I had done something terrible. OMOLEWA, my wife, wasn’t helping matters either. She used the boys as a reason to avoid intimacy.

 

I noticed her once firm breasts were now sagging like banana leaves. I was no longer attracted. Young ladies at my workplace, with their firm breasts and buttocks, began to catch my attention.

 

CHAPTER 5

I eventually started an extramarital affair with Yetunde. The way she packaged her body made me feel like melting under her well-set breasts. Yetunde demanded money almost every day, but I didn’t mind since I knew what I wanted. OMOLEWA noticed my withdrawal and complained, but I wasn’t bothered. One weekend, I planned to meet Yetunde at a hotel. I lied to OMOLEWA, saying, “Mama twins, I have a special duty at work this weekend, so I won’t be back until Monday morning.”

 

She questioned the sudden change, but I had no explanation and left. That night, Yetunde and I met at the hotel. After a brief conversation and dinner, we showered. When I removed the towel from Yetunde’s body, I was shocked. Her breasts were sagging and small, her stomach was rough, and she looked unattractive to me. My mind flashed back to OMOLEWA; I hadn’t realized how attractive she still was until I saw Yetunde.

 

Yetunde then revealed she was a single mother of three children. I was speechless. I managed to sleep without touching Yetunde and left early in the morning. OMOLEWA was shocked to see me back home so soon. The moment I saw her, my dying love revived, and I thanked God for having her as my wife.

 

CHAPTER 6

 

Lessons Derived from *The Journey of Love and Realization* by Abiola OlaOluwa

 

1. **The Power of Love**: Love can be transformative, bringing immense joy and a sense of completeness.

 

2. **Infatuation vs. Reality**: Initial infatuation can blind us to reality; understanding and accepting imperfections is crucial.

 

3. **Acceptance of Imperfections**: True love involves embracing each other’s flaws and not just idealized versions.

 

4. **Communication**: Open and honest communication is essential for resolving issues and maintaining a healthy relationship.

 

5. **Sacrifices and Compromises**: Love requires mutual effort, sacrifices, and compromises to endure challenges.

 

6. **Challenges of Parenthood**: The arrival of children changes relationship dynamics and requires adjustment and understanding.

 

7. **Temptation and Fidelity**: Infidelity leads to regret; fidelity is key to a strong, lasting relationship.

 

8. **Appreciation of One’s Partner**: Sometimes, stepping away can make one appreciate their partner more deeply.

 

9. **Resilience and Commitment**: Staying committed through difficult times strengthens the relationship.

 

10. **Self-Reflection and Growth**: Personal growth and self-reflection are essential for the evolution of a relationship

 

Written and composed by

Abiola OlaOluwa

Poet & Author.