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OBAIMOLEMIDE, UNDEFINED.
<p>OBAIMOLEMIDE.</p><p><br/></p><p>That name....</p><p>It caught my attention totally.</p><p><br/></p><p>I don't really know how to explain Obaimolemide.</p><p><br/></p><p>Maybe that's the problem.</p><p>Tho it used to me my favorite artist name, before he passed on.</p><p>Hearing someone bear the name again brought something back;</p><p>Something that felt long lost and sad.</p><p><br/></p><p>You know......</p><p>Some people come into your life and you can describe exactly what they mean to you. You can give them a name, a title, a reason.</p><p><br/></p><p>But then there are people like Obaimolemide.</p><p>Being someone,who looks so scary,on the outside but totally different on the inside.</p><p>Misjudged.</p><p>Misunderstood.</p><p>But yet still focused and gentle/calm.</p><p><br/></p><p>People who somehow become a feeling.</p><p><br/></p><p>A memory.</p><p><br/></p><p>A safe place.</p><p><br/></p><p>So poetic, OBAIMOLEMIDE.</p><p><br/></p><p>A name of hope.</p><p><br/></p><p>A name of warmth.</p><p><br/></p><p>A name of word .</p><p><br/></p><p>A name of NAME.</p><p><br/></p><p>A name that brings brightness.</p><p><br/></p><p>A name of purpose.</p><p><br/></p><p>A name of power.</p><p><br/></p><p>A name which commands.</p><p><br/></p><p>Listen to this yourself </p><p>"OBAIMOLEMIDE"</p><p>King, ruler, royalty, light...........</p><p><br/></p><p>...................................</p><p><br/></p><p>A question you don't want answered because you're afraid the answer might change everything.</p><p><br/></p><p>Obaimolemide isn't just a person to me.</p><p><br/></p><p>At least, I don't think so.</p><p><br/></p><p>You know there are people you meet and forget.</p><p><br/></p><p>People you meet and remember.</p><p><br/></p><p>And then there are those rare people who quietly become a part of you without asking for permission.</p><p><br/></p><p>That's what Obaimolemide feels like.</p><p><br/></p><p>I could tell you about the things they do.</p><p>The little things.</p><p>The things they probably don't even realize I notice.</p><p><br/></p><p>I could tell you about the way their presence changes the atmosphere.</p><p><br/></p><p>But somehow, words make it smaller.</p><p><br/></p><p>Because how do you explain someone who can make an ordinary moment feel like a memory before it has even ended?</p><p><br/></p><p>How do you explain someone whose name alone can carry an entire story?</p><p><br/></p><p>Maybe Obaimolemide isn't supposed to be explained.</p><p><br/></p><p>Maybe some people are meant to remain mysteries.</p><p><br/></p><p>And maybe that's why, whenever I think about this person, I don't ask myself,</p><p><br/></p><p>"Who is Obaimolemide?"</p><p><br/></p><p>I ask myself something much harder:</p><p><br/></p><p>"What exactly did Obaimolemide become to me?"</p><p><br/></p><p>And honestly...</p><p><br/></p><p>I'm still trying to find the answer.</p><p><br/></p><p>Surprisingly for both questions.</p>

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