You see, my husband (husband to be, but he and I see ourselves as married already) lives in Nigeria. He has never set foot in the U.S., yet our love is stronger than anything else either of us can imagine in our lives. We first began communicating with one another in October 2006 and have been deeply in love ever since. There are those who would say "how can you love someone you've never physically met"; however, this kind of realistic thinking doesn't matter to me because it feels like I've know my Nigerian husband forever.
As I sit here at the computer gazing out of my bedroom window, my heart has a sort of melancholy to it. I imagine vividly the feel of "O's" hands against me, his breath warm against my ear as he whispers my name, the sound of his laughter as he calls to me with an undying love. I love this Yoruba king of mine. He is everything I've ever desired in a man as a companion. And although life for him in Nigeria is so hard pressed most of the time, the one thing that does not falter is his love for me.
Every waking moment thoughts of him are on my mind. I wonder incessantly how he's doing, what he's doing and if everything is well for him in a country so plagued with hardship and turmoil. I love this man more than anyone I've ever loved in my entire lifetime upon this earth. Just the sound of his voice fills me with an unexplainable warmth, audible laughter and overwhelming joy. My mind is always churning with thoughts of anticipation as I dream of our first meeting, our first kiss, our first embrace. Yes, I love this man dearly and he loves me just as much, that's what makes it so beautiful.
I will travel to and set my feet upon Nigerian soil for the first time ever during my life in July 2008. I have dreamed of and longed for this day since the moment I gave my heart to "O". I still remember the feeling of pure happiness and unspeakable joy the day he asked me to be his wife. Asking me if I'd give my heart to him and allow him to make me happy. Asking me if I'd share my life with him and stand by his side as his African Queen til the day we both took our last breath. He is the man I know in my heart God destined and created me for. I am the woman I know God designed for him and him alone.
"O" and I have come through so very much since October 2006 and through it all, our journey has continued and grown stronger than any love I've ever had. My husband is a man of beauty, truth, wisdom, strength and most of all God fearing. I love the sensitivity of his heart as a man who's not afraid to be real with me and expose his vunerabilities or emotions. I love the way he calls my Yoruba name and the way he speaks in his native tongue when he says "Mo ni ife re ==> I love you so much"
Yes, distance separates us physically as lovers but the energy of our love and bond of our committment keep us so very close. I love what we share and the way we connect. Our journey together has allowed each of us to easily perceive when something is amiss with the other.
Just today when I phoned my love to just say "I love you and I'm thinking of you" I detected the note of sadness in his voice. I could hear the voice of tears which had been his but which he tried to conceal from me. As his wife, I instictively reached out asking him what was wrong and to not hide his trouble from me because I could feel his energy and I knew something was wrong. Being the strong, assertive, full-blooded Yoruba man he is, he assured me that all was well and not to worry. Haaa! Telling a woman not to worry is like asking a wall to step aside...*lol* Of course "O" finally admitted that he was troubled and promised we'd talk about what was bothering him. This too is another side of him I love so deeply because he isn't afraid to open to me and share his true self.
I could go on and on about all the things I love in my Nigerian man. His strength, resourcefullness and intelligence sometimes blow me away and I just smile as I think "God you gave me a true African king". There has been no other man that I've loved who has made me feel more alive, more desired, more cherished, more adored or more deeply loved than my Nigerian husband. As I look into the clear blue sky, I say this prayer to God "thank you Lord for the beauty of my Nigerian husband's love and for allowing me to experience it in it's fullness and sincerity."
Mo ni ife re oko mi ===> I love you so much my husband
--Oluwakemi
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