Love.
If I liken it to food,
then I could have various
delicacies.
That is, if I were banned
from the aromatic combo
of fried and jollof rice,†
I could just move on
to the scintillating duo
of Àmàlà and Ewédú.†
But, no.
Love itself is the taste bud
that gets bland and lost
when a breakup happens.
No matter the delicacy,
in whatever form,
with whatever aroma,
and from whatever recipe;
all tastes bland.
Until the taste bud recovers,
all tastes bland.
Sighs,
oh how long that will take!
Mar 23
Mar 23, 2026 at 10:36 AM UTC
Love.
If I liken it to food,
then I could have various
delicacies.
That is, if I were banned
from the aromatic combo
of fried and jollof rice,†
I could just move on
to the scintillating duo
of Àmàlà and Ewédú.†
But, no.
Love itself is the taste bud
that gets bland and lost
when a breakup happens.
No matter the delicacy,
in whatever form,
with whatever aroma,
and from whatever recipe;
all tastes bland.
Until the taste bud recovers,
all tastes bland.
Sighs,
oh how long that will take!
† fried rice and jollof rice are famous delicacies common in Nigeria.
† Amala and Ewedu is a local dish native to the Yoruba tribe in Nigeria. Famous for its slappy combo.
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