Letter to the Holy Spirit

Today, we welcome a Guest writer, Miss Moji Ajayi (@ladyingenous).

This was supposed to be posted on the 14th (Val’s day) actually but some technical difficulties caused the delay but then its never too late.

For those of you who missed our Val’s day special, you can see it here  —->>> https://damstylee.wordpress.com/2013/02/14/would-you-be-my-valentine/

Today’s post though is an endearing one, one people really need to see so please comment and share them when you’re done.

Bless! 😀

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There is absolutely nothing special about today but then the world has tagged it someday- Val’s day. I don’t understand what it’s about or why it was tagged so but then it’s to celebrate love. I would normally have said, really? there’s a day to celebrate this?

However, I might not understand the essence of this day being tagged as love’s day but then I understand what love is. I don’t understand it because I have seen so much of it in my world (obviously not) but I understand it because it’s all I see when I see you. Before now I used to try to describe or define what this love is about but I never got a hang of it. I stand this day thinking of you and you alone and then deep in my heart I know what love is. Sweet Holy Spirit I may not be able to boast of how much my love is for you but then I can boast of how much your love is for me.

I remember the days I’ll feel messed up and then I’ll run into my closet, call on you and just cry out my eyes. You will be right there watching me till am done, then you’ll just say these soothing words, “it will be well, I love you”. Immediately, amidst my tears, a bubble of laughter builds up in me and then I’ll burst out laughing. It seems kinda crazy and absurd but then it’s you my love, so am not surprised. I feel silly for crying but then you make me see why I needed to cry. It then became a part of me to just run into my closet, cry, hear you speak those words I love so much and then laugh and smile. There are days I get into trouble and then I just call your name and whisper to you to get me out. All of a sudden, my little whisper to you in time of trouble became my element of escape.

I remember coming to you as a wounded, rejected, inferior and depressed soul. You took me in, wrapped your arms around me and then I could feel my heart and soul begin to heal. “I might not have anyone here on earth” a thought that slips into my head and then a whisper from you, “you are the apple of my eyes and I love you” comes in to smash that thought into pieces. I get drunk and crazy with your love. People look at me and wonder how does she do it. They say, ‘how is she living through this’ but little do they know that this little girl right here is being carried by one sweet, loving and awesome person. You hold my heart and make it impossible for anyone to pierce through.

Sweet Holy Spirit you have my heart and will always have it. I am not all perfect, my make-up gets smeared, sometimes I look bloated, my hair gets messy, I am sometimes clumsy but then, I stop to think of you and then I see the beauty and perfection in me. I always want to hold your hand cause I feel perfectly safe with you. I love you sweet Holy Spirit with the soul of my heart (don’t even know what that means). I love you not because I have the power to but I love you because you have given me the power to. How ironic is our love relationship. You love me and at the same time give me the power to love. I mess up and run away and then you draw me back into your arms.

This, my love, is one relationship I’ll never trade for anything. it’s the relationship that will last for all eternity. You will remain my first, one and only.

Yours in love,



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Would you be my Valentine?

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Well, there is a story behind this… Err… Long story, but sha, anything you see here can’t be used against me whatsoever. Who knows, I might ave been joking.. *shrugs*

Anyways, I wrote a special letter for a special person. Whether she exists or not is my business, sha Enjoy. 😉

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Err… this I don’t do frequently but then, for you I’ll go all the way.

I remember the first day I saw you; you didn’t quite fit the description in my credentials, I mean I had a list all right but you didn’t fit bill perfectly. I had prayed to God all my childhood for him to grant my wishes but you have given me reasons, lots of them, to compromise. Just so you know, my mum never approved of girls of your kind exactly, “You must marry a dark, tall Yoruba girl and nothing else” She had said. That statement dashed my hopes of marrying a white lady or a fair Igbo or hausa girl ( no beef with yoruba girls though) and I was cool with it all this while until I saw you in a different light and now disobeying my mum has never seemed so likely.

I hope you remember the first day we met in person, can’t quite remember what you were wearing; you looked like every normal girl, we got introduced, had a little chit-chat and I was on my way. I didn’t even look back; that was how uninterested I was and how obedient a son I was to my mother. We saw a couple more times, and I began to see your beauty, I even mistakenly imagined us together but kicked the thought out of my mind as soon as it came in. I set up a date with you, it wasn’t that bad for a first date but one of us wasn’t interested and it clearly wasn’t me; so I gave up and quit trying and sort to continue the wooing during the holiday; “who knows you would like me without the tie and suits on” but alas! You were too far off and I was farther in distance and meeting in person was impossible so I resorted to us talking on phone.

It’s being a month and 14 days since we resumed school and now I ant get you off my mind. Your smile is stuck up in my head and I can’t seem to get your name off my mind or lips. We’ve sha met in school a couple of times, we chatted, hung out but it still doesn’t feel right, it doesn’t feel complete.

I read in a book once that “IT” ain’t true if both parties are not involved but how do I make you interested? Even friends have told me to let go and let you be, “You’re not meant to be” they say  but NO! I refuse to agree, I’ve lost too many chances in being happy with a special person and I ain’t losing this one too. It took me ages to determine how to get across to you and Vals day seemed like a very good medium. So I sit here scribbling my words on this piece of paper and am wondering where you are. Are you thinking about me? Does the effect this season is creating give you the chills? Do you want to be with me?

I’m hoping you’re reading this now; I sincerely hope you are. I would have loved to send it to you personally but the fear of rejection haunts me; What if am in your friend zone? What if am just one of your acquaintances? The What If’s plague me and am scared.

I can’t promise you what every other guy would promise; I won’t but you the occasional Iphone or Peruvian hair every month; I won’t take you out on dates to Sheraton and Hilton every now and then; neither can I promise to sing sweet melodies to you every night but what I have, I’ll give. I can promise you I’ll write letters to you every single day; I’ll do the occasional proposal ish on tape and upload it to Keek for the whole world to see; I’ll visit the gym everyday so you wont have need of Channing Tatum; I’ll visit the saloon everyday so you’ll have your personal Chuck Bass; I won’t lie to you neither would I cheat on you; Your picture would be my Dp permanently and I’ll only change it on days when Manutd play but it’ll be back up immediately the game ends; this I promise and many more I’ll do and to the very last bit but first I need you to know that this letter is for you. Yes, it’s on my blog and yes, I’ve probably given some funny excuse as to how I was joking when I wrote it but this is true, this is me calling out to you. You can ignore this and call me bluff, but just know, I won’t stop trying, not now, not anytime soon.

I’m tempted to end this with asking you to be my lover like Banky W did but I’ll not place my hopes too high and I’ll just ask you to be my valentine.

So, Miss XXXXX, Would you be my Valentine?

Mike Dammy   

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The True Valentine

Valentine Day.
A perfect definition of my typical holiday. Too bad I aint celebrating it this year.
Anyway, I looked up the history of this holiday and found out it was created as a result of one man’s courage, his love and his pain.
Today, the 14th of february has become a day related with showing love, kindness and sharing gifts to loved ones. Actually, that’s what its meant to be, but not everyone follows this mentality. So adults and teenagers, even little kids get valentines and exchange gifts while some evil folks use the holiday as a medium to cause chaos like I just heard the Boko Haram sect did. We guys do the planning, setting P and analysis on how to get THE special girl while the girls chill and pray the RIGHT one comes through, every other offer apart from his own would get a blind NO until He asks. In the end everybody or almost everybody is happy.
Unfortunately, the most important val we can have gets neglected every year. That is the same person that calls us his bride and his source of joy, yet very few people return this courtesy.
Contrary to what some of you might be thinking now, this is not a spiritual post, its just a reminder of what is worth prioritizing.
So in all your celebrations today, remember to chip in praise, no matter how little to who truly matters.

In conclusion, have fun today with your respectful valentines, show love to everybody, speak words of kindness and remember to say a little praise to you know who.

Don’t forget to post your comments below, and Have a lovely Valentine Day celebration!