JUST MUSE



Love, 
Four letter words that makes us feel alive,
Even when we least expect,
What mysterious harmony that fits into our lives, 
Lighting our hearts as fireworks, 
Such a wonderful feeling.

Love,
Makes the meanest man soft and the softest heartless, 
Blues of our daily struggles, 
Are rewarded by beauty that we are loved, 
What have we done to deserve such mystical existence?
May this butterfly never depart from us.

Love,
Is defined differently by different people,
But hey, 
Who am I to judge, criminalize, discriminate against anyone for whom they love?

For all I know, 
Love is love and in the end love always wins, 
I love you, always and forever.

- Ekene Odigwe

Ekene Odigwe is a broadcast Journalist cum Human rights advocate who is passionate about balanced media content that fosters youth engagement and positive reinforcement in governance, advocacy and outreach.

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1 comment:

  1. Believe me, if your love is conditional, then it's not love. If your love cannot soften the most solid heart, then there's something wrong somewhere. Love cannot be wicked, it cannot be half packed, half cooked or lips stuck. Love must remain selfless to be Love. Nice piece!

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