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‘Funmilola Sanya: With This One

You have come to know what love is…



When love comes, you will be waiting for it with a warm embrace – welcoming it home.

“Where have you been all these years?” You’ll ask, your palm itching to give a hot slap. The type your dad gave you when you were little. This is how you imagine your reaction would be when he finally comes.

It hasn’t always been this way; you started imagining it whenever you look up to the sky to remind God about your ‘missing rib’. Isn’t that what a future partner – the one you haven’t met – is called You envision a lot of things; several scenes have played out in your head, both of you actors in a movie that lacks script.

2015 was the year you gave yourself brain. You called it the ‘year of the awakening’. The stirring was so strong – just the way you feel whenever you listen to Majek Fashek’s So Long and you imagine yourself starting a revolution.

Your mama had earlier asked you: “you and this boy are getting serious, do you want to marry him?” It was then it struck you; you picked up your phone and sent the text, making it official – even though you knew the relationship had long ended. It was spontaneous; there was no reason at that minute. So when he persistently asked for one, you told him none.

Deep down, you knew that this wasn’t how love was supposed to be. It wasn’t the kind of love you wanted. Your kind of love is kind and considerate. It isn’t uncomfortable neither is it stifling.

You know what love isn’t…

It doesn’t make submission a burden. Submission… you hate that word. It was first said on an early evening after you had sweated in your cubicle of a kitchen of the little apartment that served you as an undergraduate student – the one your landlord called a ‘self-contain’. You dished the food and you both sat to eat. After the meal, he wanted more and asked you to give him a second plate. You pointed to the direction of the kitchen and told him to help himself. “I don’t enter a woman’s kitchen,” he replied and you looked at him confused. “Even in my house, I don’t enter my mother’s kitchen,” He added, so you got up and gave him the second plate, grumbling.

“You won’t be submissive if we get married”, he commented.

Your eyes took a fast race into the future and a scene played out. You saw yourself in the kitchen sweating over a pot on fire and him in the sitting room pressing phone or watching football – his legs stretched out and crossed at the ankles – and when the food isn’t ready on time, he will get upset. At that very moment, a new level of his character was unveiled and it dawned on you.

You know what love isn’t…

A space where you feel undervalued, where uncomfortable questions are constantly raised, questions that tore through the thick walls of your dignity. “Why don’t you take me out on dates?” It took you all the strength you had and the answers slapped you hard on the face. Your toilet seat can bear witness; it has always been your thinking stool anyway.

Each question came back to you: why won’t he help you in the kitchen, why won’t he offer you money to make your hair but would constantly complain that your hair needed to be changed. Why would he call you emotional and tell you to grow up each time you try to express your discomfort. Why would he always compare you with his friend’s girlfriends – the one that helps her boyfriend do his laundry, the one that makes the delicious meals, the one that has a flat tummy, the one that gives it to him ‘hot hot’ in bed.

The many whys that had no answers, but yet the voice calling you stupid got louder.

The first time you tasted love, it was ‘somehow’ in the mouth. You can’t find the right adjective to describe it; you wouldn’t even call it love sef. It was a trial and error something. He just wanted to kiss and touch and you weren’t in for that. Your roommates said you needed the experience: “you have to know how to handle guys”, they insisted. You had no inkling that guys needed ‘handling’ to be understood, neither did you need the experience as if you were applying for a job.

That guy, the one that said you won’t be submissive ba, you met him at the bookstand in front of the school gate. It occurred to you that it was a cool place to meet a guy. You talked about politics and the ‘attraction switch’ came on. It occurred to you that you could be on the same page. And so, you discovered new music, articles, and books together – they made the sweet and outstanding times. It was a cool ride over interesting stuff until the colour of the flag turned red. Maybe it had always been red sef, (remember that time he saw you washing your mama’s clothes and said he liked that you’re domesticated – láé ṣe domestic animal) but love didn’t make you notice.

You have come to know what love is…

A safe space, the one that makes you feel at home. A place where you can stretch your legs, rub your belly and belch unabashedly. A place where you can spill the thoughts of your heart without the fear of being scoffed at. It will listen to each word spoken and will not use it against you; your voice will be buoyant and rich with assurance. This love will embrace you fully – its warmth radiating through your soul. It will hold your hands steadily and walk you through your fears, the voices of insecurities will it quieten.

Love won’t make you feel less because you’re a woman, neither will it subdue you to stereotypical roles. It won’t have the urge to dominate you; it won’t be consumed with ego and pride and will have no need to remind you he is a man.

And when it goofs, it will acknowledge its slip-up and not cover it up in the name of ‘brutal honesty’. It won’t be perfect; perfection is boring but it will be enough – enough to make the smiles of your lips meet with the twinkle of your eyes. It will make you sing, with your off-key tone and cracked voice. But you will sing aloud – each word of the song sang with joyful gusto.

This is love – true love.

And now that you’re loved the way you want, there will be no holding back. You will be vulnerable and all those songs you have on your playlist will you play with confidence. You will tell love to listen to A’rese’s Uwe’No, Shola Allyson’s Ifẹ́ and Brymo’s Fẹ̀ mi because, when words fail you, they’ll tell of how you’ve come to love deeply. You will be happy, your toilet seat will be happy too and you won’t be called stupid in the dreams anymore.

Every distance will be covered, for you have come this far and there’s no looking back.

You will call him Àdùn.

'Fúnmilọ́lá is a statistician by certificate and a writer by heart. She believes that every one is a walking story waiting to be told and in that, she finds her inspiration. She has a strong conviction in the power of Words and Faith and is currently on a journey to finding herself. She's available on the following platforms: Twitter: @eniitan_ Instagram: @eniitan1 Email Address: [email protected]


  1. Beht why

    December 13, 2019 at 11:17 pm

    Beautiful. Your writing comes at a time when I’m currently in a situation and I know this is not what love is supposed to look or feel like

  2. Gbemi

    December 14, 2019 at 1:44 pm

    I love this write up. I am so in this presently and I hope I find the courage to let go someday.

    • Fúnmilọ́lá

      December 17, 2019 at 10:03 am

      Thank you Gbemi.
      I hope that someday is today or tomorrow, you deserve to be loved wholly and not in installments. I wish you the courage to let go.

  3. Topfam

    December 15, 2019 at 1:57 pm

    This is such a smooth and beautiful read. Well done.

  4. Oge

    December 15, 2019 at 6:57 pm

    This post has been so helpful Nimi! Thank you

  5. Emeka

    December 16, 2019 at 8:57 pm

    This is wonderful. Just when I thought BN was really losing it’s course in giving us good articles. This is beautiful!!!

  6. Fúnmilọ́lá

    December 17, 2019 at 10:05 am

    If it isn’t what love is supposed to look or feel like, please walk away.
    Your happiness is paramount and well deserved.
    Thanks for reading.

  7. llastoa

    December 18, 2019 at 11:14 pm

    Experience is the best teacher , they say, but I do not want to experience that type of a relationship,yet we have somany people in it,I’m wiser and know what I want,thanks to this article.
    Funmi, just continue building your self-esteem.

  8. sam

    January 1, 2020 at 9:20 am

    Both are looking cute and beautiful.

  9. Macengy

    January 30, 2020 at 9:03 pm

    You won’t be submissive if we get married” – This is just made my day beautiful. I’m within same situation.

  10. Ore

    February 7, 2020 at 5:38 pm

    This is a very beautiful piece. Some of us have been there and done that, and looking back its not really worth it. We all need to come clean and be truthful to ourselves. Love is beautiful, selfless, a teacher, never finds fault, patient and supportive, also love listens and learn and gets better. Funmilola, this is beautiful and intelligent. More Powers

  11. Ore

    February 7, 2020 at 5:39 pm

    I could go over this again and again, and I wont get bored. Thank you, Funmilola


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