What is LOVE ?

"i love you"

I hear this word everyday, but one question that run on my mind daily is. Most of the people that say it really know the meaning ?

Is this a word you use because you probably want to take advantage (sex) of a person?

"i love you" is more than just a word. Always know that love is when you take away the romance and passion in a relationship and find out you still care for that person.

the follow examples will explain love

A 5 Year Old

Girl Asked....

The Boy Who Sits Next To Her

"WHAT IS LOVE" ...

He Replied ....

..." Love Is When You Steal Chocolates Everyday From My

Bag "N' Yet I Still Keep Them In The

Same Place

funny? but its the truth. he know the fellow love chocolate.

example

A boy was born to a couple after eleven years of marriage. They were a loving couple and the boy was the apple of their eyes. When the boy was around two years old, one morning the husband saw a medicine bottle open. He was late for work so he asked the wife to cap the bottle and keep it in the cupboard. The mother, preoccupied in the kitchen, totally forgot the matter.

The boy saw the bottle and playfully went to the bottle and, fascinated with its color, drank it all. It happened to be a poisonous medicine meant for adults in small dosages. When the child collapsed, the mother hurried him to the hospital, where he died. The mother was stunned. She was terrified how to face her husband.

When the distraught father came to the hospital and saw the dead child, he looked at his wife and uttered just four words.

What do you think were the four words?

The husband just said "I Love You Darling"

The husband's totally unexpected reaction is proactive behavior. The child is dead. He can never be brought back to life. There is no point in finding fault with the mother. Besides, if only he have taken time to keep the bottle away, this will not have happened. No

point in attaching blame. She had also lost her only child. What she needed at that moment was consolation and sympathy from the husband. That is what he gave her.

Sometimes we spend time asking who is responsible or who to blame, whether in a relationship, in a job or with the people we know. We miss out some warmth in human relationship in giving each other support. After all, shouldn't forgiving someone we love be the easiest thing in the world to do? Treasure what you have. Don't multiply pain, anguish and suffering by holding on to forgiveness.

If everyone can look at life with this kind of perspective, there would be much fewer problems in the world.

Take off all your envies, jealousies, unwillingness to forgive, selfishness, and fears and you will find things are actually not as difficult as you think.

JAWS OF DEATH- THE IFEOLUWA STORY PT2

      I left the hospital on my own, without notifying anyone, even lawani.I called a friend outside lagos and she offered to accommodate me, I was really messed up, I was angry, sad, scared and confused all at the same time,and I could not bring myself to tell amarachi, my childhood friend what had happened,mostly because I could not believe it myself,how was I going to tell her my husband beat me up,ruptured my womb,and killed our unborn baby.

I finally summoned up enough courage and told amarachi what had happened,but I was careful to leave out a lot of details,amarachi was enraged and urged me to stay as long as I needed,I had a lot of missed calls and text messages from family members and also from lawani himself,my mum was getting very worried so amarachi had to inform her of my whereabouts,unfortunately lawani was informed too,I don’t really blame them,they did’t know what was going on.

I cowered in amarachi’s bedroom closet, practically afraid to breathe. I knew my husband, lawani, would come looking for me sooner or later, and now he’d finally arrived. Have you heard from her? I heard lawani ask amarachi,who feigned ignorance.

In reality, i had been hiding out there for 4 days, ever since the incident with lawani,i had spent the previous couple of days figuring out what to do next.

   Now, from the darkness of the closet, i listened as lawani began to cry. I don’t know where she is, he wept to my friend. I’m so worried. The sound of lawani’s sobbing gave me satisfaction — but also flooded me with sympathy.

 He sounded so miserable.

 I was flattered to realize how devastated he was by my leaving; it was proof that he really did care. I returned home the next day.

 Yep, I went back for more,It wouldn’t be the last time. Over my 3-year marriage to lawani, i fled again and again, with each return plunging me into more horrifying abuse.

 Let’s see: I’ve been gagged, tied up, and beaten. Stripped naked in the house.

 I’ve had a gun pulled on me, and knives held to my throat. The abuse got pretty wicked. And yet, despite the violence — which was so extreme that a nurse once warned me, “On a danger-level scale of one to 10, you’re an 11″ — but I kept going back.

 You might wonder why on God’s green earth I kept going back,put your self in my shoes,I married lawani as a woman,less than a year into our marriage,I lost my pregnancy and also the major component that defines me as a woman,I lost the very essence of motherhood to the man I loved,after the incident lawani and I had a long deep talk,he begged and apologized for what he had done,looking deep into his eyes,he was genuinely sorry,he even convinced me we could adopt a child,he spoiled me at the slightest opportunity,and yes being a human being I gradually began to forget .

 He made me quit my job,reason being that he wanted me to adjust to the role of home maker in preparation for the arrival of our so called adopted child,on the surface it appeared to be a genuine reason,but he was slowly isolating me.


Lawani began making excuses for not coming home right after work, sometimes staying out all night drinking.
Stranded at home,i burned with resentment and hurt. “We did everything together ,at some point we were best friends.But gradually, he basically disappeared.

 Lawani was not much fun to be around anymore: He needled Me about what i had done each day — whom i had seen, what we’d discussed — peppering our conversation with barbs, telling me that the dinner I had cooked was awful, calling me fat and dumb.

 One night, Lawani surprised me by coming home early from a party. “What, the party wasn’t good enough for you?” I asked jokingly. Lawani backhanded me across the face. “What I do is my business,” he snarled.

 “It was like he was talking to a dog. He ordered me to apologize for smarting off”.

 I stared at him, my cheek stinging. I was filled with shock, fear — and also an overwhelming shame. Here was the man i loved, whose regard for me was so important, and now he was looking at me with contempt, I just wanted this ugly moment to end, to make the hurt and fear and humiliation go away. And so, although i knew i had done nothing wrong, i apologized. It took at least an hour of groveling to convince lawani i was truly sorry. “All right, I’ll forgive you this time,” lawani wearily said to me.

 Then he led me into the bedroom for makeup sex. “I had to turn off my brain to get through it.

 In the morning, lawani was back to his playful self — cracking jokes while we dressed for church, looking handsome as he combed his hair into a neat wave, I smeared foundation onto my bruised cheek and resolved to move on, after all, i rationalized, i wasn’t going to leave. i still loved him and was going to stick it out — if not for my own sake, then for the sake of our marriage. “I wanted the best for us,and our soon to be adopted child.

 This decision may seem hard to fathom, but in fact, i was using an emotional logic many of us can relate to.

 In any relationship, we try to make things work out, you later look back and say, I wish I’d broken up with him sooner. So i kept the episode to myself. I certainly didn’t want anyone to know the truth about me now: that i was the kind of woman who’s got slapped and stayed.

 Shame is a huge factor, modern women are meant to be independent, and if someone does something like that to you, it’s over.


No one wants to be known as the woman who puts up with it.”

I assured myself the worst was over. It wasn’t: Lawani began accusing Me of all manner of sins — lying, cheating, not serving his meals quickly enough — and his slaps turned to all-night beatings.

 His favorite thing was to sit on my chest and hold a pillow over my face, he’d scold me, “If you hadn’t done this, I wouldn’t have to punish you.” i heard his message loud and clear.

 I was to blame for the violence; peace would be restored if only i would submit to his demands. So i did my best. “I still loved him, and I was sure I could fix this.

 So I tried to be the perfect wife.

SOURCE: http://ameharome.wordpress.com/2014/04/14/jaws-of-death-the-ifeoluwa-story-pt2/

Arome Ameh: The Ifeoluwa story – Episode 1 (#ShortStory)

by Aromeh Ameh

     Episode 1

The Jaws of Death

passed out and I woke up in the hospital, he had already told the hospital staff a made up story about how we were attacked by robbers, he begged me to go with it ,I was ashamed and so I went with it, I lost the baby, and the doctor later told me I had lost my womb.

I woke up with a start, I felt constrained ,I couldn’t move, I knew my eyes were open, but I couldn’t see anything, suddenly I began to panic, a deep seeded fear arose from within me, the first thing that came to my mind was death, was I dead? Was I in a small confined box? What was happening, I tried to move my wrists and feet, but it was difficult, with every jerk I felt a sharp pain, like something cutting into my skin, then I realized I was tied up, and once again another wave of panic enveloped me, why was I tied up, suddenly I heard the door open and the lights came on, the rays of the light hit my eyes and this made me squint, he stood above me, fire beaming from his eyes, an object in his hand, I couldn’t make out what it was, suddenly he bent over and spat in my face, he emptied some liquid on my chest and my crotch, from the smell I realized it was alcohol, he put a knife to my neck, then he raped me.

My name is Ifeoluwa, and I am about to let you into my world, well my world as it was before now.

Life wasn’t always this messed up, I had dreams and aspirations, no woman or man goes into a marriage with the mind set of being unhappy, lawani and I met under normal circumstances, not a fairy tale, but it was nice, we worked together in the same ad agency and we spent a lot of time together as colleagues first, then friends and slowly it graduated into a real relationship, he never showed signs of aggression, we dated for about 7 months before he asked me to marry him, and I immediately said yes without hesitation.

“Thinking back now, I should have probably hesitated, set him on fire and took to my heels”.

I guess the problems started 4 months into our marriage, well I wouldn’t call it a problem because everything was ok, we had everything we needed and wanted, and we had a baby on the way, but Lawani was just different, he complained about everything, even the smallest things, he complained about my cooking, my hair do, sometimes he complained when I even touched him, initially I would ask and ask what the problem was, but then he’d fly into a rage and storm out of the house, bear in mind these were just mini tantrums, but the first major one happened on the 3rd of October 2005.

We just got back from the hospital, because I had pains all through the night, we left the house quite early to see the doctor because I was worried about the baby, well the doctor confirmed I was ok and just needed bed rest for a couple of days,  we got home and immediately Lawani demanded for something to eat, naturally I was not myself, my hormones were raging, I had nausea and I just couldn’t go anywhere near food, so I simply told him to fix himself a plate, stating why I couldn’t do it, and without warning he slapped me on the face, and I hit my head on the center table, he just went off, saying a lot of things, said he had been watching me, and was disgusted at how lazy I had become, if I knew then what I know now, I would have kept my mouth shut, I tried to stand up and explain why I said what I said, and he pounced on my punching and kicking, he kicked me so hard, I felt my womb rupture, he beat me up, he didn’t stop until he noticed I was bleeding, I passed out and I woke up in the hospital, he had already told the hospital staff a made up story about how we were attacked by robbers, he begged me to go with it ,I was ashamed and so I went with it, I lost the baby, and the doctor later told me I had lost my womb.

Yes at this point a lot of you would be screaming blue murder, but keep your comments for now, my story is just unfolding.

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Arome Ameh is a former Banker turned Screen Writer/Producer/Blogger. He has written both True Life/Fictional Stories Via his blog www.ameharome.WordPress.com.

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Amosun shuts down Olabisi Onabanjo University

The Ogun State Government on Saturday ordered the closure of Olabisi Onabanjo University, OOU, Ago-Iwoye.
The announcement came just 24hours after the expiration date given to the students by government to address the tuition fees crisis.

The students had embarked on a two-day protest demanding that the school fees be reduced 50 per cent effective from the 2013/2014 academic session and not 2014/2015 session as approved by government.

A day after the protests, the state governor, Ibikunle Amosun, met with the students and resolved to address their demands within a week and set up a committee.

However, following the deadline, the state government directed the school’s governing council to close down the university immediately.click here for more info

Ogun State Governor, Amosun, Under Fire For Proscribing Students Union (update)

The Students Union Government (SUG) “vehemently and unequivocally” rejected the proscription, saying it trampled on their right to freedom of association. “We dare the government to make the announcement and to allow the caretaker committee to come to Ago-Iwoye. They will feel the wrath of OOU students; and if they escape lynching, they would never be able to enter Ago-Iwoye again," they wrote.