What is Love?— 6 Writers (Un)define Love

Girdblog has been asking writers what seems like a simple question, “What is love?” We got some insightful answers from six writers from Ghana, Cameroon and Kenya. Find out how they (un)define love below.

6 Writers (Un)define Love
Gird (Un)define –6 Writers (Un)define Love

“The most expected, yet the most difficult question. Love would be conquering fear so that I bring into my space, someone/something that would challenge my inadequate knowledge of myself. I see a self-examination, a self-learning so that I can love truly and honorably.”

-Robbie Ajjuah Fantini

Robbie Ajjuah Fantini is the Author of Talking Robbish. Visit her website: robertaturkson.com to find  out more about her work.


 “For me, love is many sets of actions. In a relationship, it’s when someone decides to be kind, patient, thoughtful, giving and all the other good things in spite of the other party. It is what you do. Not a feeling. Or I should say, not just a feeling.”

-Nana Ama Agyeman Asante

Nana Ama Agyeman Asante is a journalist who in her own words is ‘crazy and curious’ she blogs at nnyamewaa.com


“The conscious sharing with, believing in and acting on that belief of yourself with another. Love is the action taken upon believing in someone else and the possibility of them with you.  It is the behaviour displayed in appreciation of who another is despite the flaws you are conscious of. It is the willing sharing of self and another, opening up to celebrate what is and what may be.”

-Monique Kwachou

Monique Kwachou is a Cameroonian writer and youth advocate gradually developing a career in academia with focus on gender, education, and development.


“Black hole

Metaphoric hole for a never-ending maze

Unlearning the language of skin

Unlearning the memory of coexistence

Music with no rhythm

Voice without purpose

Lips that are unfamiliar with the curve of a smile

A sun that only sets

The absence of absence to nurture fondness of the heart.

An empty glass”

-Ama Asantewa Diaka (aka Poetra)

Ama Asantewa Diaka is a writer, poet, content editor,  designer, contemplating geek and a voracious reader. She blogs at asantewableedswords.wordpress.com


“Stopping the run away from your shame and not fixing it either. [Love is] hugging it [your shame], and saying you are a part of me… I love you, anyway.

Derek Walcott, says it better with his poem,  Love After Love:

The time will come

when, with elation

you will greet yourself arriving

at your own door, in your own mirror

and each will smile at the other’s welcome,

and say, sit here. Eat.

You will love again the stranger who was

your self

.

Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart

to itself, to the stranger who has loved you

all your life, whom you ignored

for another, who knows you by heart.

Take down the love letters from the bookshelf,

the photographs, the desperate notes,

peel your own image from the mirror.

Sit. Feast on your life.

-Kiprop Kimutai 

Timothy Kiprop Kimutai emerged the second runner’s up for the Kwani? Manuscript Project. His book The Water Spirits will soon be published. He is a co-founder of Jalada Africa, a Pan African writers’ collective. Kiprop has edited an anthology of short stories themed around afro-futures, porn sex and insanity, all of which have been published at jalada.org


“Willing to do everything for someone without expecting anything in return. Accepting that person’s flaws, liking everything about that person.”

-Sharlene Apples

Sharlene Apple is the author of TOWGA— The One Who Got Away. Sharlene’s TOWGA is an erotic adventure that will challenge your thoughts on morality and sexuality.

14 thoughts on “What is Love?— 6 Writers (Un)define Love

  1. Love…is telling your oncologist you’d like to discontinue chemo to save your unborn child tho that pregnancy was unplanned…knowing you may die…highly probable.
    Love is walking on burning coals an old lover laid on your path, carrying hurts and consequences from the last, all the way to that old lover, look him in the face and say ‘I forgive you…in spite of everything…I forgive you…’ and mean it.
    Love is knowing all of my shit and still going down on one knee to pop that question.
    Love is that quarter-beat that falls outta your heart’s regular rhythm, into a song both your laughters are composing. You want to dance ..Learn to dance…with him.
    Love is ‘I’m sorry’ ‘It won’t happen again’ ‘I was wrong’ ‘please please smile for me again.’ and me knowing its genuine…without doubt.
    It is the glide down the aisle with your heart about to explode cos he’s there…teasingly half-smiling. It is vows from your soul…it is a forever ‘I do.’ It is your future, your family…your ever growing bond.
    Love is sacrifice…and heartache…a part of you rent away when the other dies. It is that hollow left in you…the dent on that side of the bed…the unswept hairs on the bathroom floor, the starched shirts I’m the wardrobe…staring back at you…so you put one on and close your eyes…’why, why did you leave’, his cologne resides in your head.
    It is strength to carry on. Eat right, dress up, look good, put a smile on that face and adore you, pet you, develop you.
    It is deep. Soul-deep.

  2. For me, love is many sets of actions. In a relationship, it’s when someone decides to be kind, patient, thoughtful, giving and all the other good things in spite of the other party.

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