Hello everyone, You are welcome to Day 1 of the November Happiness Challenge, 2022. We’ve been doing this for seven years, so if you are a returning reader, thank you for sticking close. If you are new here, welcome. I hope I give you good reason for staying.
This year, we will be discussing many themes that should guide us on a daily on our journey to survival and attainment of happiness. By this, I mean we’ll be talking about 30 themes for the challenge (1 theme per day), and I truly hope it’s as exciting as I envisage
I’ve been on a hiatus, if we can call it that. And how best do I get out of it but through a post about Love?
My first understanding of Love was in Primary school. I saw my mum cook for us no matter how early we needed to leave the house, and my dad was there to take us to school every single day. Mummy’s food that kept hunger away from us, and daddy’s gesture that made us go to school with ease, were beautiful to me.
That meant love .
One of those days, we got to school late and my dad explained to the soldiers at the gate that there was some traffic on the way which slowed our movement. He persuaded them to let us go into our classes without being punished because it wasn’t our fault that we were late. They told him they had heard him; but they definitely didn’t listen.
As my dad turned to leave the premises, the soldiers instructed us to get on our knees and start going that way into our classes. The compound was shady and stony, so of course you know what that punishment meant. My dad heard this and instructed us to stand and get back into the car, that we were leaving for our house. That was the end of our attendance at that school.
That was love to me .
You might not understand, but try to picture a child who was about to be punished for something that was beyond her control, seeing someone stand up for her, and try his best to make her escape the wrath that was about to be unleashed on her. That is a beautiful and fulfilling picture, right? Yes, that was how I felt and that was love to me. The love of a father to his children; a never ending and enduring love; a sacrificial love.
I had a friend at the University. She was about two years older than me and we clicked from the first day. She took me into her home when I couldn’t get a hostel accommodation and despite it not being so convenient for her, she ensured I was fine, and she gave me a shoulder when I needed it. She helped me to better my daily prayers, and made me better in every way since I could see her goodness shine everytime. She was there for me in more ways than one, and I would never forget her impact in my life for the period we were together. She made me a better person, in every way. I am a better believer because of her.
I consider that love.
Whenever we say our first prayer of the day, my husband prays that God keeps us together, and that we continue to be happy with each other. He then goes further to pray about everything we may have discussed the previous day, be it about our family or friends, and he carefully mentions these to God, with enthusiasm and hope that these prayers are answered.
This is love, I know that it is Love.
You are currently reading this post and most likely thinking of one or two such people or occurrences in your love that show you what love is, and how you need to acknowledge them more. I’m in sync with you, and I totally believe you deserve to receive and give love. It is all encompassing and I’m preaching its gospel to you. We find and see love in even the littlest of gestures, and the genuine happiness we feel in these gestures go a long way.
Today, think about what Love means to you, be it a person or an action, and reflect on it. Tell me of one such time when you felt loved in the comment section.
I’ll be back. OBA