I want to write about love but I found nothing to write about.

I think about a girl we shared 4 years of friendship and nearly dated. The stories we share, her advice that lifted me, her concern about me and my dreams. Her smile and her sense of humour made me feel special. But I don’t have anything to write about love.

I think about my mum who has sacrificed everything to see me educated, happy and healthy. The time she makes me laugh and cry. . But I still don’t have anything to write about.

I think about my best friend who over the years we have shared a lot of happy and sad moment. We have inspired, built and encouraged one another. Seeing our dreams turn into reality has been wonderful. But I still found nothing to write about love.

I think about God. He has loved me unconditionally, forgive my sins and promise me a brighter future. And I still don’t have anything to write about love.

I think about my favourite aunt, she had loved me as her own child and support me in all my endeavours. She always wants the best for me. But I still don’t have anything to write about love.

I think about my wonderful krio clients. We have never had a lesson that we have not to laugh. Sometimes we spend all the time laughing and talking. But I still don’t have anything to write about love.

I think about my uncles that have always been there to listen to my stories and worries. Even though I tell them new dreams, plans and goals every time. They never get tired of hearing from me. But I still didn’t have anything to write about love.

So, I think about my class 4 teacher and how she so believes in me. She gave me confidence and tell my mum I was brilliant in school which was a big lie. But I have nothing to write about love.

I know I need to write something about love. I started thinking about my grandpa. Who was the most loving and caring human being on earth. He spends his money and time to see me through school but left us at an early age of 86 years. But I still don’t have anything to write about love.

I think about my Youth fellowship. Which has been at the centre of my youthful activities for the past 7 years. The life and achievement of Past and present members that have inspired me. Yet, I don’t have anything to write about love.

I think about the busy petty traders in my street. They always smile to me whenever they see me. Whether it’s sunny or raining. We share jokes and talk about politics. But I found nothing to write about love.

I think about my friends and mentors that are in overseas whom I love to write whenever I see them online. I love fighting with them and tell them about my life. Nothing is there to write about love.

Ok, at last, I think about our dogs that are lovely and friendly. They are cool and love to play hard with me in the evening. But I still can’t write anything about love.

Thinking and thinking, I think about writing nothing. How I never know how to read and write till I was 13- years old. Yet, I don’t have anything to write about love.

I think about nothing and how it feels good to think about nothing. The joy and Alafia it’s brings to one soul. But still, I don’t anything to write about love.

So I think about……Gratitude