My Love Affair

I have a love affair with words.

I love the way they draw a picture by their very nature. The right word has the ability to describe a situation so completely that there is no need for explanations, or clarifications.

2 of the words I’m currently in love with are Infused and Suffused. Infused always used to talk to me about food; you know all dem over complicated oyibo cooking shows; where they talk about an “infusion of olive oil with the essence of rosemary”, as far as I was concerned, it was just a long way of saying “we stuck some herbs into this oil”.

However, the more I thought of it, the more enraptured I became with the thought of the process; the transference of the essence of something to something else, the entirely new flavour that is created by the absorption of this new thing into the status quo. I’m caught by the mental picture of one thing slowly and gently absorbing the essence of the other, taking in this new substance until they are irrevocably blended, becoming something different from the separate elements that created it. The thought of taking something in till it is completely a part of you …which leads me to my second word – suffuse.

When you say something is suffused, it has taken so much of the introduced body that it is full of that new thing; the new thing effectively runs through it.

Now I promise this isn’t an English lesson. I’m just fascinated by the process of transference that happens when we become so steeped in something that it becomes a part of us. Like when we grow up with a prevalent mind-set that gradually and slowly becomes normal; until it is part of us, until we are suffused with it.

Infusion talks to me about the things I absorb myself in. the things I sink into; things that if I stay long enough, become a part of me. I’ve noticed that the more I stay around certain things, the more normal they become to me, until they become a part of me. I like to think about the things I’m infused in. Like there is a lovely lady in the kitchen where I work who is determined to fatten me up. She is also a huge fan of garlic. And sometimes, after a particularly garlicky meal, as I make my way home, I’m convinced that if vampires existed, I’d easily be the human version of that Mortein plug in repellent…but for vampires. Totally suffused.

On a more serious note though, I realize that when I want to write, all I need is to go on my twitter page – I happen to follow a lot of amazing writers, and I immerse myself in their thought process, in the things they post, in the articles they put up, I submerge myself until words almost burst out of me of their own accord.

When I need inspiration, I open myself up to my environment; becoming one with it. Listening and watching and absorbing, turning my brain into a verbal camera, creating pictures of what I can see, feel and experience. And by the time I am done, I am full of the world around me; its beauty, its purpose, its pain, its truth and realities.

I’ve learned to end my day with peace, to soak myself in serenity. Sitting in my old comfy chair – typing, reading or just reviewing my day, gradually slowing down my mind and doing the various things that erase the stress of the day and leave me open and ready for the inspiration and ideas that flood my sleep and ensuring I am charged and ready for a new day. I’m learning to consciously draw peace into myself until I am so full of it that I can almost feel it radiate from my spirit to those around me.

I guess I love these words because they say so simply to me that I am a product of the things I take into myself. We become what we absorb into ourselves. And the longer we stay; seeping, absorbing, the more infused we become by the things we surround ourselves with; until the time will come when we are suffused with them; mind-sets, opinions, experiences, beliefs. Full of them, so completely taken up by them that they have become thoroughly a part of us. Till everything we do is coloured by them.

I guess I love them because they create for me so clearly a picture that keeps me focused and conscious of my influences and the product that these influences create. They remind me to surround myself with the right things, the things that build me and improve me and make me daily a better version of myself.

Thank you for allowing me to share my words with you. It’s Friday, have a lovely weekend! God bless!


10 responses to “My Love Affair

  1. Another master piece…Wow! I love the way you so made sense with those two words…”infuse” – “suffuse”… I can’t wait to read your first published book. Don’t keep it too long ‘cos you have what it takes to make it happen. More power to your elbow…I also pray for more insight and inspiration. Stay true and God bless.

  2. Wow! I think I can say now that your writing puts a deep smile on my face. The way you boldly carry a reader along. Such depth!

  3. I have to meet you…Its official!…I just have…your mind is so beautiful…only the world’s greatest artist-God could have painted this pictures in your heart.

    These words tickle me all shades of surreal and serene…I just want to ‘infuse’ your posts in my head as I go around till i’m ‘suffused’….

    Thank you for sharing…i’m in awe of God in you…

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