Love Me JeJe

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Love me jeje, love me tender. You my sugar, my honey, my tender lover.



My husband is Yorúbá.
I'm Kikuyu.

We've known each other 20 years.

And haven’t ever said,
I love you in our languages.

Wild.

We've been telling each other I love you in English since we were 18.
And that feels... normal.
Which is the strange part.

Colonial languages didn’t just replace our systems. They replaced our intimacy.

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So last night I tried something different.
I said, Love me Jeje. 🎶
Nah just kidding.

I said Mo nifẹ rẹ

And that hit different.

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2026 is the year we stop being spectators in our own heritage.


Love is richer in our languages. Cue bedroom playlist. 💋💋💋
👉🏾Read: Olólùfẹ́.


Wariara Waireri-Àdigùn

Accidental Storyteller. Intentional Lover of Africa @ The-54 | Stories from Our Side of the World 🌍 | 🤎 54 ways • 1 Continent • Infinite Stories

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