Sometime ago, a client asked me to define love with a story that didn't sound like a cliche, they were testing me.
Days passed and I was still racking my brain just to find the right story and earn my money and reputations worth.
You never know how hard love is until you start finding it, also you never realize how complicated love is until you are asked to define and describe it for someone else that isn't you but will pay you.
I was almost thinking that this day too will pass without any original idea for a description, but it seemed fate had a hand for me to play, whether it's a winning hand or a losing one, I was about to find out....and so are you.
In fact, I'm gonna let you all decide and describe what love is from the story I am about to share.
So weekend came, and after having breakfast and taking a cold shower, I waited till it was almost noon and then I headed out.
I didn't want any inconveniences neither was I ready to stand for a second under the scorching sun or wait inside a dirty hot bus for passengers to come from their respective homes, so I did the smart thing and best thing to happen to us since #Oride.
I ordered #Coche, the latest and best smart bus transportation services that provides and ensures premium comfort and first class luxury to and fro in a bus by simply booking from their app.
Unfortunately, my phone battery went flat, apparently I plugged it over night but didn't check to confirm if it was actually charging, well, it wasn't and I wasn't with my power bank since I was confident I had a full tank.
My day was already taking a wrong turn, but I was optimistic that nothing was going to ruin my day.
So las las, I went to the park and opted for the BRT buses instead, and soon enough it was filled up with some folks standing, waiting for others to get to their destination so they can take their position.
These BRT trips are actually a lesson in life we experience everyday but few seem to understand that this is how life is.
The BRT buses teaches us that we are all replaceable, and most times it's not even by the brightest minds or the most beautiful individuals, most times being available and seizing opportunity is all it takes.
Right place at the right time is not a myth.
I saw a man on suit come down and a boy sagging with tattered clothes take his place, an elderly lady came down again and some teenagers took her place, lapping and smiling.
This is how life operates, as soon as you leave your position another takes over, there are always alternatives and options waiting for 'you' opportunity.
Yes, 'you opportunity' you are opportunity to them.
They are waiting for you to slip up, give up or get up.
To some, you are a blessing, to others, you are an opportunity.
The lesson is this, don't come down or give up your position until you have finally arrived at your destination.
Don't lose your seat until you are finished with it.
Don't be an opportunity.
Be The opportunity.
Know the difference!
That's lesson one.
Now for the definition of love, two young lovers were sitting side by side, the boy was maybe 22 and the girl will be around 21 or so.
There was nothing special or fancy about the guy, he was just average height, handsome yes, with a baby face, slim and dressed simple.
Cute like that.
The girl on the other hand, was a hotty, she was slim, firm breasts that complimented her razor sharp edges, great round buttocks that was pushing out against a tight jeans that did justice to her figure 8. She had a very lovely smile and an even lovelier laugh that made her tiny Asian looking chocolate brown eyes twinkle, as she laughed at every word the boyfriend said.
We didn't hear what the boyfriend was saying, we were not interested, we only heard her laughter, it was so beautiful we all wanted to laugh with her, and from my corner in the BRT bus, I smiled whenever she laughed.
Soon, the bus stopped again and the guy alighted.
I was watching them with keen interest, not a weird one.
Calm down all of you before you jerk off before the actual fuck.
I am a writer after all, we don't gossip, it's work for us. Okay????
Alright, back to my story, so from my vantage point two rolls behind, I saw them kiss, and she, almost teary now, held his hand a little too long, placed her head on his shoulders and all those other romantic gestures lovers do.
Then he came down and immediately another taller, more handsome looking and very well dressed gentleman took his position.
Well, Oga didn't waste time shooting his shot. He tried every joke, one liner, and poetry he could think of on her, it was like talking to a rock. He didn't get any response from her.
Infact I could have sworn she was sleeping if not for the occasional hand movements to maybe tap her head or touch her face.
We were beginning to feel bad and sorry for him.
Then he blurted out of frustration,
"But why are you not laughing at my jokes or responding to me, you were laughing to everything that other guy was saying just now before he came down, what's the difference?"
For the first time she turned and looked at him, then she smiled and said something that I will never forget.
She said, "You are not him."
That was it!
This was the story I was looking for.
The answer.
Just that sentence, "You are not him." defined love better than any poetry or Telemundo soap ever could.
You are not him, you are not her.
It doesn't matter how well you try, you may be better looking, better dressed, well spoken, well travelled even if you imitate them and appear exactly like them, it doesn't make any difference.
You can say the jokes better, play the role better even look the part better, but as long as you are not him, or her, it doesn't matter, You don't matter.
You are the difference!
You are the love.
I came down from the bus that day more satisfied and fulfilled than I had entered.
From another's rejection, I got my inspiration, from another's loss, I had gained an answer.
In the end, it's all about opportunity.
So, when I narrated the story to the client who had given me the task, I got a standing ovation and a deal on a silver platter.
Their End
My beginning
Kingdavid Chinaeke Ofunne
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