I lost my old blog, let love lead regardless

 

My own Valentine's Day gift was the loss of amazingrambo.blogspot.com but we move. Show some love regardless and remember in all you do, let love lead. (Photo credit: Google)

I lost my blog today, hurtful but I have not lost my will to continue on this journey. The email I used was a particular work email, the job has ended and the email was taken down, that affected my sign-in privileges to the blog but we move here.

Love is beautiful. Pure like rain and soothing like deep tissue massage. Love is one of the relevant pillars of life, have you been deeply loved by someone else apart from your mother or I should put you in my prayers?

Lol I remember secondary school days, when the ultimate goal was to study hard, considering the ever existing agenda of being compared to someone else as our parents were known to do, I still found a way to squeeze a certain Kemi Adeniji into my thoughts, I laugh at myself at things I did then.

Mhen, I wasn’t helped by the fact that we saw almost everyday at some points cos we attended same church and same school, life had a way of always pitching us together but yo, I was always on the losing end but I’m seriously laughing at it all now.

I certainly wasn’t thinking, she was always featuring in my erratic thoughts, stupid imaginations and fantasies. I didn’t think I’d have time to write today because I didn’t know where the time would come from, and since today is Valentine’s Day, the easiest thing to do is to time-travel to the past.

Kemi liked Afeez, a very liberal guy in the neighborhood, I’d met him a couple of times but I didn’t know I shouldn’t be drinking at the same table with him; I had a friend then called Kayode Idowu, he is Lord Baelish personified, don’t believe anything he says, took me a very long time to figure that lol.

So Kayode called me during break time in school on one Valentine’s Day and took me to one corner, he showed me a letter Kemi wrote to Afeez, Omo I wanted to die. I couldn’t eventually attend the next class after the break time, it was Geography and that absence in class that day contributed to why I never passed Geography at any level.

I was too young for how bad I felt that day, so this innocent looking 15-year-old girl knew all those words to express feeling? Ah… O ja mi lara je, premium heartbreak and I was only 15, we eventually dated briefly, but that incident would need more than hypo to leave my memory.

What’s my favorite Valentine’s Day memory? It has to be a family practice that I consider very cute and the best ever (apologies to everyone that has delivered a gift to me on this day in the past) and I hope I get to practice it when I have my own family.

Well had have a good number in my family and giving was highly placed. Mom will write everyone’s name on different papers, wrap it and pass it round for us all to pick, you buy a gift for whoever you pick and when she’s buying something for us, you’ll get identical gift with whoever you pick, nice.

I should write about PRECIOUS COOKIE today but nah, not today because lots of thoughts would go into that and certainly not on a day everyone is pointing deadline daggers at me. I should take myself out by the way, I am my own Val.

It’s important for me to talk about a few misleading folks, ladies especially and I will mention their names, they cannot beat me. They have their men o, sweet relationship but they will be on their status with “men-trashing” posts, God of single pringles will judge y’all.

Wait, I think I should do something else with today. If you’re genuinely single on my readers’ list and you truly want a relationship, hit me up on WhatsApp and I might be able to find you someone that would take you off the single’s list, shey y’all remember I used to be a professional love doctor?

I retired back then but I’ll come out of retirement for y’all. You’re welcome but you must pass my litmus test, I don’t want scums from both gender. I will screen nonsense out of your body, don’t bother me if you’re not ready.

Habiba is getting gifts after gifts today and Yinka is there like she was adopted, not like it’s my business but there’s no crime in little dragging.

I have to go, love is beautiful and I hope you remember that always, love and be loved, in all you do, remember to always let love lead. Happy St. Valentine’s Day from me to you.

PS: You can still read up on old posts on the other blog, I just won’t be able to sign in anymore, shit low-key hurts but we continue here.