The Motor Called Love by Trocon Jeremiah is one of the featured pieces in SiM * Seek Lib’s Writing Competition 

I have always believed that Liberia has beautiful people; women in particular. You see, I’ve met a lot of winsome women in this sweet land of liberty but there’s this one who has captured my being of sapiosexuality. She is full of wisdom and dazzling thoughts she bears. Her mind speaks with supremacy as her voice echoes the greatness of her being. She is formed from dust of royalty and wears a crown of purity. This girl whom I speak of is the definition of beauty itself-beautifully put together by the chief potter himself. 

Knowing this queen has been one of the best experiences I’ve ever had. How she smiles because of some things I say makes me so excited and whenever I gaze at her natural dark skin, to me it projects the wonders of God. This journey of which I wish the word “end” never smells, is birthing many subsections of positivity. With the love of my life majestically beside me, eternity is all I see whilst treating her like the empress she is. She is like the stars that sparkle at night with complete knowledge of her rights and with every calculation of her heartbeat like maths, we try to understand our paths as we see from afar the unification of two different souls. 

Love has always been the hydro that has been keeping our relationship alive. To say we fight is an understatement because we aren’t perfect, but what we have is rested upon the foundation of honesty and transparency. Going on dates has always been enthusiastic as we countlessly state our experiences, but amongst all other times we’ve spent together, beach walks and late night hang outs are still the best! When the wind blows off the skin of uptightness, bringing affection and truth at their best whilst cuddling in the sand of intimacy, here comes the ocean with its greetings. As we watch each other do voice training, all our pains come to war with everlasting serenity. Watching the view of creation together is spectacular and how we commune on another level during late night rides is simply amazing; oh how I wish the motor called love never holds its brakes!