Friday, 13 January 2017

THE TWO SIDES OF LOVE

THE TWO SIDES TO LOVE

When I was young I used to believe in the man of my dreams. Someone I would gaze at and in his eyes find true love. I felt I didn’t need to care about who he was or what he stands for. I would just look at him and know this was my Romeo, the one. I believe the Love would sail on a lot of adventure, passion, excitement and hot kisses in the moon light and that we would live happily ever after.

As I grew up I realized this was all tales by moonlight. I realized Love should be a choice and not a feeling. Choosing somebody I would spend the rest of my life with was a big deal and should not just be measured by the breadth of his shoulders or the fire of passion in his eyes. I knew I had to be sensible enough to go for a REAL man. A man who is Responsible, of Equal Faith, vision and beliefs, a man who will be Available and a man who will be Loving. I knew it was beyond the feelings. I knew I needed someone who will be committed to me through thick and thin. Someone who does not just love me but is committed to loving me.

I grew further and realized the two was needed in any MARITAL Love story. You need a man/woman who is committed and responsible to you. Someone you can count on. Someone who sees home issue as priority. Someone who chooses paying school fees over partying or clubbing with friends. Someone who will always forgive you no matter how much you hurt them, but on the other hand you still need excitement in your marriage. You need someone who knows how to make you laugh through your tears. Someone who can look at you and know what you are thinking. Someone who can carry you and twirl you. Someone who can dance with you, fight with you and end it by making beautiful love to you when and even where you don’t expect it.  Someone who could pleasantly surprise you and take you to an Island blindfolding you all the way. Someone who can be romantic with and make you feel special and celebrated.

Choosing a spouse who is committed, sensible and responsible is the most important traits but Mrs Wife and Mr Husband, add romance to it. Surprise yourself again. Go out and have fun as a couple again. Leave the bills and the kids and go rejuvenate the dieing romance. Romance can die but u also can resurrect it. If you can give your time and energy to keeping your romance alive then you have it all.

If you are married to a man or woman who can give you this two sides then I can tell you of all men, you are most blessed.
Taiwo Aderonke
12/01/17


Dedicated to my ‘sweeta’ who keeps showing me the two sides of Love. I and my Hubby would love to take 10 couples along with us to a getaway weekend within the first quarter of the year. It would be a weekend of fun games, Sex, and a lot of learning on how to make our marriages better. It is not free but at an affordable fee. If you are interested you can meet me inbox or send an email to ronke.adeyemo@yahoo.com. Its just 10 couples I nees who are based in Nigeria, lol.

Wednesday, 19 October 2016

HUGGER RONKE


HUGGER RONKE.
I love hugging. I am naturally a toucher. I used to touch people when talking to them but now I have stopped, probably due to maturity. I am a visual and kinesthetic learner than I am auditory. I tie learning to my feelings. Maybe that is why I am also an emotional teacher. I would always use examples that involves the people I’m talking. I would want to move close to my audience so that they can “feel” me. But lets go to why I am writing this.

Tuesday, 4 October 2016

ABOUT HUBBY PROTECTOR






ABOUT HUBBY PROTECTOR
I remember when we almost lost our first child to pneumonia. I and my hubby kept vigil in the hospital as various drips were attached to my baby's body. I was totally shaken and not strong at all so my husband was comforting not only Ini but also " Mummy Ini."
In comes in a matron Who insisted only one Parent should say with a Child. I had never seen my Husband get so angry . He asked politely why one of us had to go out since he was the father of the child. The matron started screaming that the ward was too congested and that he should go out. My husband said he was not moving an inch. He said we both have the same duty to the child. He said a statement in yoruba "Mummy, se eri omo yi a jo bi ni" (mummy, we both gave birth to this child) and he insisted on staying with us. I was trying to calm him down and told him to go out for a while until the matron calms down but my husband didn't even look at me. He insisted he was going no where and won the argument.

Monday, 5 September 2016

MARRIAGE SHOULD NOT KILL YOU


When I was younger I thought marriage was everything. I was the girl when asked what my ambition was. It might likely sound like this
1. Get married to a good man
2. Have beautiful Children
3. Take care of all of them

As I grew up I realized that was not all there is to life. I got to know that everyone on earth has deposits in them that God has invested in them to make the world a better place. Whoever you are you have some gifts in you that comes out of you effortlessly, but that’s not the focus of my write up.
I have known many a woman who was brimming with great dreams and desires, in fact burning with them, but as soon as they get married it is as if a fire extinguisher dowsed all their dreams and when you ask them, why have you not written that book or song, started that business or church, written that code or website, gotten a better job or created one, the next answer you get is that “marriage is an handful oh, before I take care of my husband and plenty children, when will I have time to chase any dream. I am in real life.

Friday, 26 August 2016

BECOMING ME





BECOMING ME


As far as I could remember, I had always been a talkative person. As a child my aunt gave me a nick name, “Shunbor” (A kind of pepper that smells from afar or something). I noticed it was a negative nickname and I decided to SHUT UP. I would sit down quietly when any visitor comes to our house and they would all comment on the fact that I was a very quiet child. My siblings and Mum would laugh as if to say “, if you really know her, you will know she’s pretending.”

I did that for years, except that it was difficult. It was difficult to hear something interesting being discussed and not plunge in with my opinion. It was VERY HARD TO BE QUIET.

Thursday, 14 July 2016

KEEP DOING IT


I am a public speaker and one of my greatest joy is when I speak to an audience of people. I go up with a lot of trepidation and sweaty palms, but as soon as I start, it becomes a waltz dance and I see myself waltzing until I get to a crescendo. I love to speak to audiences, whether in a school, seminar, or a church. In fact I believe I was created for it. Someone once told me that I speak to her as if she is an audience. Even when I speak to one person, my voice gets so loud and exciting, as I vary pitches and expression, projecting as if on stage. I remember my husband keeps reminding me he is the only one I’m speaking to when we talk in the bedroom, lol, and I tell him “the world is a stage”

I believe the next thing that beats just speaking publicly on my list is speaking about what I love and that is interrelationships between humans. Because of this interest I tend to speak to a lot of young people about romantic relationships and I also speak to married people about marital relationships and I am aghast at the one thing I found out.

Friday, 15 April 2016

I REMEMBER






I remember who I was before the world told me who I should be.

I remember that was joy when I was given birth too, even though I was not planned. I showed up after a couple who wanted four kids already had four, so I was number five and even then. I was an added blessing, I was totally loved and cared for. I remember, I was the baby of the house whom everyone wanted to carry. I remember I had sharp eyes and wide teeth and I would laugh out loud when tickled. I remember I knew how enjoy life and I was happy.

Thursday, 18 February 2016

STORY STORY



He was born into a family with a Silver spoon, but along the line the spoon dropped. Hey, Let me tell you a story of a friend. He was the second born of a family of four, 2 boys, and 2 girls. His dad was a banker and his mother worked at a very nice company in Ibadan ,Nigeria and had some other businesses running. They had it all going for them. Took vacations to other states in the country, went to trans amusement park at almost every holiday celebrations, visits eateries at leisure, had the best of toys, Cable TV and house hold gadgets everything a child would ask for.


All of a sudden, disaster struck. They lost the only father they had ever known to Typhoid and things started toughening up. Not long after this their mum lost her job and got duped to the tune of millions from what she has in her business.

Tuesday, 9 February 2016

LISTEN TO THE REAL YOU




I want to share two personal stories with you as I’m led to. After I finished my service year, I was still searching for a job when I got a call from a friend of a friend who had a one month job to offer at a good pay. I shrugged and went for the interview. As soon as I got to the interview, which was quite informal, the guy said I was good for the job. I would be acting as a sort of errand person for a good cause. It was a Christian programme stated for a month’s time and I was supposed to deliver letters and get into executing some of the laid down plans.