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.

no.1 Womanhood

“Just start” or so everyone says, just when you already know you are meant to be starting and are in need of a different type of encouragement; like cake for example or other like desserts.

But we women are meant to be phenomenal if we are to go by Ms. Angelou, or second class citizens if it is Simone de Beauvoir you choose to follow. And going by the former for me, I am 100% ready for more than just a start.

At this start, this beginning, this very no.1 series on womanhood, I have chosen to make things a little clearer on what to expect here. Whilst we take on topics in our individual writing voices, we hope to give you fresh ideas and insights from not just ourselves but further out to others too.

For me in deciding on womanhood as a topic, I was connecting to something in a direct and personal way to my experiences so far, in relation to the empowering relationships I have enjoyed in the company of women starting with my Mum. But it’s not all deep, there are those light-hearted lyrics that we sometimes use as battle cries (thank you Beyoncé) and other bits.

I am looking forward to sharing all this and more with you this May!

Thanks for stopping by and see you at the jump.

Cherie by,