Love Letters

Into the weekend, as we settle into this Love theme, we’ll be sharing some of our personal takes. Here is one of mine, in a love letter first to my little baby brother.

Today, I thought so profoundly of the genuine warmth of my brother.

It’s something he’d said.

He’d said it in that assured sense of someone who is younger having a perfect moment of clarity and sense, becomes aware and with great certainty that someone who is older has most likely lost either their ‘sense and/or clarity’. 

Like the wise-ass kid hitting you with the “Mum, if you talk back to grandpa all the time, doesn’t that mean I can too?”

Or more likely here “Ebun, you get what you put into a relationship”.

Whilst I have a million and one peculiarities to the way that I am so different from everyone else, my brother seems to have inherited the art of the perfect fit. 

Super cool even on a hot day. 

Super warm even to a haughtily annoyed sister. 

And I know this should go in a card or something, or a poem titled “An Ode to Realness”. 

Or some hate mail titled “I sound a little jealous of you”. 

Anyway, know that I love you. 

For your million and one assists as my little brother. 

Anyway, know that I love you.

And don’t think I’m a sucker for your man flu.

Anyway, know that I love you.

Because the world is a big, bad, beautiful place.

Anyway, know that I love you.

So there’s always me rooting for you.

Anyway, know that I love you.

Even where there are questions left unanswered

Anyway, know that I love you.

If all I really know enough to help you with is reading material.

Anyway, know that I love you.

It might not be all the money in the world.

Anyway, know that I love you.

Which if I had, I would totally give you.

Anyway, know that I love you.

As I don’t have all that, I guess I’ll give you more love?

no.2 Love

I was so close to simply shutting closed the screen of my device, calling it a night, giving up. 

But for … the love of the writer in me. 

My goodness! How many times have I done that? Used love as a cop-out that explains away an irrational decision. Or a better question, how many times have you done that?

*My goodness! How many times have I done that? Used love as a cop-out that explains away an irrational decision. Or a better question, how many times have you done that?* Panics!

“Love is just a feeling”

That girl, The Miseducation of Lauryn Hill

I love you so it’s okay.

I love that so I deserve to have it.

But does anyone really understand the sentiment it describes; philosophers, writers, musicians, psychologists have all tried to find some meaning? And we’ll let you decide for yourselves but we think what they serve a job in doing is arguing amongst themselves, confirming perhaps that what unites us – no not love – is our universal ability to agree to disagree on, well everything.

From Christian doctrines it is that Love is deeply cultivated in character; 

Love is patient

Love is kind

It does not envy

It does not boast

From Shakespeare, it is that Love is attraction, and is nearly always a winding suspenseful story.

All this to say, we started talking here on the Album interludes and dialogue that set apart Lauryn Hill’s solo debut album; The Miseducation of Lauryn Hill, and we wound up here.

At love.

In love.