What Fried Fish Taught Me About Love


I was barely 12 years old when the incident that altered my taste for sea animals happened. Living in the hostel while in Secondary school meant that I had to eat hostel food whether I liked the meal or not, just to survive. On a fateful evening, I had just finished my meal and was dissecting the fish when a bone from the fish got stuck in my throat. It took a whole lot of water, sympathizers and chest beating to finally get the bone down my esophagus. With a whole lot of tears I must add.

Fast forward almost 20 years after that incident and I unconsciously have a phobia for anything fish. If the fish has bone, count me out. I eat fish hitherto like a detective, I will remove all the bones slowly so as not to miss any before eating it. As a matter of fact, the only fish I could eat satisfactory with peace of mind was canned sardine. It was that bad.

Then earlier this year, I decided that enough was enough. I couldn’t stand missing out on the deliciousness of fish and I said to myself “stop being paranoid. Let the past go. Fish is delicious, eat and enjoy”. Then I started eating fish with abandoned recklessness. If the bone was going to  to kill me, let it kill me. Man must die one day..lol Amazing how long it took me to get over my fear of fish and I must say “well spiced fish is worth it especially cat fish peppersoup..lol

Love can be likened to eating fish. Lets spare a thought for the girl who falls in love and gets hurt. She decides not to love again because of the hurt she felt earlier. She enters a relationship with the premise that heartbreak is in the horizon and doesn’t enjoy the food love wholeheartedly. She fails to understand that a carefully managed love life is the most disastrous. Because by the time you are ready to release your wings and set sail, your partner might have lost the zeal to wait for you.

The same way love is a risk, life itself is a risk.
There is a chance of you choking while eating does that stop you from eating?
There is a chance that a plane you boarded will crash, does that mean you will never use airplanes to travel?
There is a chance of a business venture failing, does that mean you will die broke?
There is a chance of death during childbirth, does that mean as a husband you won’t get you wife pregnant or as a woman you wouldn’t get pregnant?
Be brave enough to take risks and smart enough to discern the type of risks worth taking.

Remember the saying “it is better to have loved and lost than not to have loved at all” and as Lucille Ball put it “I rather regret the things I have done than the things I haven’t done.

Remember that love is a risk and as Mark Zuckerberg said “the biggest risk in life is not taking any risk”.

I will end with this quote by Bob Marley “to love is to risk, not being loved in return. to hope is to risk pain. to try is to risk failure. but risk must be taken because the greatest hazard in my life is to risk nothing.”. Love is risky but at the end it is a risk worth taking.





To read, “LOVE IS A RISK”, click HERE


To read, “Taking The Risk: Love, Life and Living”, click HERE

Be BAE. Believe. Aspire. Experience

4 Comments Add yours

  1. Marciessy says:

    Indeed love is a risk…..bt somtyms hittin d ctrl+alt+del keys can be hell difficult afta bein hurt

    1. Very difficult my dear. But you know how difficult childbirth is, but a woman knows its a pain she has to go through for her bundle of joy to come. Getting over heartbreak (ctrl+alt+del style) is a process every heartbroken person has to go through for his/her bundle of joy to come (a happy future relationship)

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