IT'S NOT WOW, DO YOUR FINDINGS
I don’t think I fully understand the meaning of love, but I think I might know what it means to be loved.
I know it's a concept that thrives in the little things—like remembering how I like my fish, that I prefer my fried rice without veggies, or that I like my omelet plain. It’s being seen—even in the smallest ways.
It’s the constant showing up by my friends and family. The gentle encouragements. The reassuring smiles when I feel clueless. The hugs that feel like home. The loud applause for the simplest achievements. And of course, the constant banter that warms the soul.
I see how my family wouldn’t let me suffer. My mum would literally give me the moon if I asked. We’d fight first o, but she’d come around.
My Uncle Austin genuinely believes I can be an astronaut if I wanted to.
My friend Nneoma swears I could be a superhero—specifically Superman—because of how strong she thinks I am.
I'm grateful even to strangers who’ve called me talented.
It's the little acts of kindness from people I least expect that make me see Abba’s fingerprints in everything.
It’s easy to take love at home for granted—to think it’s the default. But not everyone gets that luxury. Some people go home to silence, criticism, or chaos.
So if you’re lucky enough to be loved at home, don’t let outsiders treat you like less. Why hand over your joy to people who haven’t earned it?
Love yourself a little more today. Style your hair, put on that lip gloss or lip balm ( we don't do ashy lips here), and walk through the world like someone who knows they are deeply loved—because you are.
This reflection came to me on one of those days where I just lay in bed, thinking about life. About how lucky I am. About how the love I receive has shaped me in ways words can’t fully capture. And I whispered to myself,
“There’s not just rice at home. There’s love. There’s peace. There’s warmth. There’s reassurance.”
It’s not perfect. But it’s real. And it’s mine.
It’s been a while since I slept with both eyes closed—no seminar dreams, no midnight rehearsals in my head. But the seminar finally came and went. By popular opinion, it was a huge success. I can finally breathe.
Special thanks to the SRC and my committee members: Konyinsola, ITE, Kamsi, Ese, Dara, and Harry. You are the best. And yes—we did that. π«Άπ½
My body is sore. I have eye bags you could pack luggage into. But my heart? My heart is at peace. I feel fulfilled because honestly, "I never espered it" π.
This experience taught me more than just how to handle logistics, pressure, or presentations. It taught me about myself—what I need to improve, and what I need to leave behind.
It reminded me that I’m a go-getter through and through. But more than that, it reminded me of the quality of people in my corner.
So this is an appreciation post—for my friends and my family.
To my family—my backbone. We don’t get to choose the family we’re born into; it’s one of those things life decides for us. And for that gift, I’m deeply grateful.
And to my friends—my safe space. My chosen tribe. Somehow, God keeps placing the right people in my life. For that, I am even more thankful.
I don’t take your love for granted.
I see it. I feel it. I carry it with me.
So here’s to love.
To being seen.
To the good people.
May we know them.
May we see them.
May we be them.
I come from a family of good people.
“It’s not wow—do your findings.”
Till next time, remember I love you ,and you should love you too.
Lots of love,
IMAXπ
Lots of love ❤️
ReplyDeleteIMAX, this is so beautifully written and deeply heartfelt. You’ve captured what love really is—those quiet, thoughtful acts, the familiar comfort of home, and the people who keep showing up for you. That line—“There’s not just rice at home…”—gave me chills. It’s simple but so powerful.
ReplyDeleteYour reflection on the seminar was the perfect wrap-up too. The gratitude, the lessons, the team shoutouts—it shows how grounded and intentional you are. And the reminder to love ourselves a little more? I needed that.
Thank you for sharing this. You’ve made me think about the love in my own life, and for that, I’m grateful. π
May we know the good people. May we see them. May we be them.
From Emmanuel
My darling this is beautiful well done.
ReplyDeleteI agree to this, 100%
ReplyDeletei love this pple nowadays define lve based n their mere experience when there were young
ReplyDeleteWOWWWWW!!!!!! I love love love this !!!! Lots of love IMAX ππ
ReplyDeleteWe’re glad to be the shoulders you have to cry on
ReplyDeleteIt’s an honor to be your friend❤️
Every time I read your write-up I feel so proud.
ReplyDeleteWhat else but love can I give to a daughter who from conception gave me peace and value, a most stress free pregnancy.
What else but love can I give to a daughter who reads and understands her mother and ensures she makes her proud.
What else can I give to a daughter who is compassionate and love personified.
I'm proud of you, I believe in you my daughter and loving you is an understatement. Keep being you.
Beautiful write up as usual. Simple, direct and very easy to get oneself lost in with the imaginations and one’s own memories.
ReplyDeleteThe power of love can atimes be underestimated until it is felt.
Love you too
ReplyDeleteGood write-up. I'm not surprised, Ndubunma has taken after her father. Innocent was a pen pusher per excellence. If there was anything Innocent found joy in, it was staying in his quiet corner and writing. As far back as 1975/6, Innocent had been writing articles and plays. Ndubunma will surely excel in this profession, if she chooses to pursue it. A real chip off the old block she is.
ReplyDeleteKeep soaring my baby. The sky is your starting point.
C. C. Nzemeke
❤️
ReplyDeleteBunma, you are at it again! This time with LOVE, making me guilty of taking family love for granted. Thank you for your thoughtfulness. You are, will be, will excel, a great writer.✍️✍️✍️πππ
ReplyDeleteI love this so much! Thank you, it was needed ❤️
ReplyDeleteVery good to peruse, to appreciate is to ask for more. Don't eat the whole yam, cut the head and plant so that this generation and generations yet to come will experience what you have cherished.
ReplyDeleteThis piece is tender, introspective, and deeply human. It reads like a soft exhale after holding your breath for too long—a moment of clarity wrapped in warmth and humility. The line “It’s not wow—do your findings” perfectly encapsulates that grounded, no-frills pride in where you come from. It’s not flashy, but it’s rich, rooted, and real.
ReplyDeleteYour reflection on love—particularly how it’s felt through everyday gestures—is profoundly relatable. You beautifully captured the quiet magic of being known and held by your people. There’s strength in that kind of love, and you honor it well.
This isn’t just a journal entry—it’s a reminder. A reminder that love isn’t always loud, but it’s always there if you pay attention. Thank you for putting that feeling into words.
Wow! Bum bum baby,this is so nice and educative
ReplyDeleteMy dear your write-up truly explained what love is all about, please keep it up and continue to educate us with your write-up.
ReplyDeleteI pray for you today that through the Pentecost the universal church just celebrated that Holy Spirit will continue to guide and protect you. Amen.