Pristine

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Eyes opened and the first word she heard was…

Love.

And she shall be called Love!

As if she heard nothing, she was immediately distracted with what she looked like. She had just discovered this body that clad her. She examined herself, She looked skillfully and carefully carved out. She knew she wasn’t some cosmic accident that found its way to planet earth. One could tell she was made on purpose. She examined the features she saw, loving every part of it. She thought she was a fine work of arts and he who must have dreamt up a design such as hers must be a genius. She couldn’t wait to see who.

She could feel her heart beat. She felt alive as she raised her hands slowly in amazement of what they looked like. She felt life surge through her and the feelings that ran through her gave her a sense of completeness. she felt peace. She felt satisfaction. An uncommon joy, as of something unique and pristine welled up inside her. She felt happiness she couldn’t find appropriate words to describe.

The sound from a distance drew her out of her thoughts. She looked and saw one whose comeliness equated perfection. ‘He must be the one’, she thought to herself. Amazingly, she looked just like him. He called out again, this time in an entirely different language…

Ifeoluwa!

She turned. He smiled and beckoned on her. She ran as fast as her legs could carry her as she made her way into his arms. Suddenly she realised that in his arms was where she wanted to be. Her heart was where he was made to dwell. Increasingly, she longed for those pierced hands that chose to hold her.

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He made her dance to the rhythm of his heart. She moved, in reckless abandon not caring that she thought she was bad at it. Overwhelmed with the feeling of love he fed her with, she fell to her knees and began to sob. She gently burst into a song and sang to her heart content.

Then sings my soul, my saviour God to Thee. How great Thou art! How great Thou art!!

He picked her up. She could see tears drop from his eyes as he spoke yet again.

You are love and you shall be called love. This is who I made you to be. I cause men to call you love because you are the perfect expression of who I am. You are woman. You are loved; yes, my beloved! And child, today and everyday of who you are as you walk the earth, nations shall rise and call you blessed.

Finally, she knew who she really was. She could speak of who she really is.

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The Lord hath appeared of old unto me, saying , Yea, I have loved thee with an everlasting love: therefore with lovingkindness have I drawn thee. Jeremiah 31:3

PS: Ifeoluwa; a Yoruba name bore by people from the western part of Nigeria meaning The love of God.

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The pilgrim’s tales

As Jack voyaged through the path in the thick tropical forest that got narrower and narrower, he wondered if there was any possibility of him getting to his destination. He however was glad he had found a path worth travelling. In actual fact, he knew he had found the path. Smooth, finely defined and beautiful. He wondered how a path could be this beautiful in the midst of the dense, dark and chaos-filled forest. The other paths he had formerly travelled seemed to head nowhere or rather, headed further and further into nothingness. There was this particular path he travelled for so long a time. It seemed beautiful and smooth like the one he currently walked on. However, If he hadn’t realised half-way that it was the same path his friend, Judos travelled two years ago and didn’t return, he would have been led astray by its beauty and would have been no more. He could literally say that those paths led to destruction. Thank goodness for his compass and map! He definitely had a good sense of direction with those. Having realised all this, he went in search for the authentic path. A path that was safe to travel. A path void of robbers, swindlers and the likes. Alas! He had found the path and it was narrow! It was so difficult to travel but at least, it was safe. Really excited, he tried to convince his friends to travel this new path with him being the voice of reason, but they bluntly refused to give ear. They disagreed stating that their paths were the best things that happened to them after winning the lottery being that there was so much gold to mine. “How does one convince a blind and hungry man that the meal he is about to eat was poisonous and full of mucor?”, He wondered. He couldn’t do much anymore but to hope someday they will oblige to his request. As for him, he has found it and was determined to stay on it. He had to confess that the path was indeed difficult to tread upon and there certainly were days when he just wanted to turn back and go home. But just as the journey seemed exhausting, the hope of meeting Angela, his new bride kept him moving. He called her sunshine because he feels angela is too ancient. Just after they got married, she had to journey ahead of him to a distant land to prepare and secure their new mansion. She would be waiting eagerly for him. He longed and craved to be with her again. Her hair, her eyes, her smile…Argh!!! One more day seemed too much to bear. She was his lover and companion. The bone of his bones and his fleshy desire! He just must be with her. He couldn’t afford to disappoint her. He had given his word.
“No! Not now!” He spoke aloud, shaking his head vigorously. “I must not disappoint her”
As he walked down a hill, weary of travelling, he sat down under a tree to catch his breath. The sun was so hot. It seemed pretty angry today. Suddenly, a bottle of water and a pack of sandwich caught his eye. If he hadn’t sat down, he wouldn’t have noticed them. Leaning towards the parcel, he saw a letter attached to it. He opened it and read it.

Jack,
I know you’d be very tired, hungry and thirsty so I left this for you. I thought to provided a lot of that just so that you’ll make it home in time and be with me. I hope you notice them all. I miss you a lot. I can’t wait to be in your arms again. Please get home soon before nightfall and be safe.
Love you,
sunshine.

P.S: Don’t forget to read your map and check the compass at intervals.

Looking happily at the items, he kissed them both and offered a prayer of thanks for his beloved sunshine. “What a blessing to have such a woman in my life”, he thought. Her acts of kindness were astonishing and very thoughtful. Gleefully, he opened the pack of sandwich and bottle of water and began to eat. Hours later, he suddenly realised that he had spent a lot of time resting and relaxing.”I should have kept track of time. At least, it was worth it” he muttered. Full of energy, he carried his bag, sprang to his feet and forged ahead . . . .

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