When Love Finds Its Mellifluous Voice

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When Love Finds Its Mellifluous Voice

In Olanrewaju Village, Adeola and Folake's love story was once the heartbeat of the village's tales. Adeola, a robust farmer, was as steadfast as the land he tilled. Folake, celebrated for her beauty and intellect, brought radiant energy to their marriage. However, five years on, the spark that once lit up their union had dimmed, casting long, silent shadows over their lively home.

One evening, Adeola returned home from the fields with big yams and fresh vegetables. He approached Folake with a broad smile, expecting to see her face light up with joy. "Folake, look at what I've brought for you," Adeola said proudly.

Folake glanced at the bounty but her face fell. She sighed, her eyes brimming with unshed tears. "Adeola, it's not about the yams or the vegetables," she began. "I don't feel loved."

Adeola stood there, bewildered. In his culture, love was shown through actions, not words. "Folake, what do you mean?" Adeola asked. "I work hard every day to provide for you. I built this house for us. How can you say I don't love you?"

Folake sighed deeply. "Adeola, it's not just about the things you do. It's the little things. You never say anything nice to me. You never compliment me. I need to hear that you love….