Life With Dolapo

Not every love is Eros love. Not every love should be Eros love. I hope I get to show you how and why, but for now, we leave it for another day. For today’s blog, I take you through the mostly in body experience of my memories    of my Grandma being triggered by a familiar tune causing real time physical manifestations using words. An Ode to My Grandma  Sunday morning service  Opening hymn Organ’s intro: M f s m l s S l l t l You know that song Choir sings: “On a hill far away” I know that hymn Every particle reverberating  Within and Without “Yes, I know this hymn”  I say out loud  Everything echoing; Old rugged cross Old rugged cross Grandma’s favorite hymnal !! Uhmnn Tears brimming Some escaping Eyes scanning Phew No peering eyes Thankfully  Lips pursed  Chest tightening  Legs crumbling  Eyes closed  Arms crossed My God, I miss her! Lips singing  Song ending  Tears dripping  Dress wet Eyes red Nose running  Head bowed. The End.

Ifedolapo BW by Oluwadolapo❤️ And he asked What is loving me like? And I told him    Loving you is like many things It is like Air in my lungs  After being underwater for 1 minute and 15 seconds It is like the sunshine and warmth on my face  After a very long and cold winter It’s like the cool breeze from my windows During a heatwave  And like my comfort food when I’m sad “Go on, I’m listening” His full attention already captured  And I indeed go on  Loving on you feels as good as eating  Perfectly ripe, freshly fried, golden, hot, plantain On my white rice, delicious red stew and barbecued fish on a Sunday afternoon  It feels like cold Sprite in my throat on a hot and stressful day I knew how much he loved the combination  And because I wanted to speak my love for him In a language he understands  I decided to capitalize on it I’ve more to say, you wanna hear it? With a look that told me  “I wouldn’t mind hearing more but I feel so loved already”   I continued to tell my love how his