Michael Okunloro | Elevate Your Style

Love is a unique and extraordinary feeling, one that shows up in countless forms, each more special than the last. It’s the quiet strength of support when someone believes in your dreams, standing behind you when the world feels uncertain. It’s the simple, thoughtful gestures—offering a seat, holding open a door, or being there to listen when the weight of the day feels heavy. Love is the gentle reassurance that you’re not alone, the caring actions that speak louder than words. And sometimes, let’s be honest, love is a playful squeeze of Benjamin notes in the palm of your hand

One morning, I went for a run with my wife, but my ankle socks refused to cooperate. They kept slipping, forcing me to stop and adjust them every few seconds. It was annoying and embarrassing. Later that evening, I came home to find a neatly wrapped pack of new socks waiting for me. My wife had noticed my struggle and went out of her way to fix it. That simple gesture spoke volumes—it wasn’t about the socks, but the love behind them.

Another unforgettable moment happened during one of my biggest comedy gigs at the University of Lagos. As I performed on stage, I spotted someone unexpected in the crowd—my dad. He hadn’t told me he was coming, but there he was, smiling proudly. His silent presence that night meant the world to me.

But love hasn’t only come in these tangible, visible moments. At 12 years old, I came home from school one day, devastated. My classmates had teased me relentlessly, calling me “wowo” (ugly), and their words clung to me like a heavy cloud. My mom, seeing my distress, sat me down and spoke life into me. She reminded me of who I truly was—beautiful inside and out. She celebrated my long legs, my sense of style, my respect for others, and the values that no one could take from me. Her words were a balm for my wounded spirit, and even now, her voice echoes in my head when doubt tries to creep in.

These moments, and so many more, have made me feel loved in ways I can’t even begin to recount. Friends who stand by me, family who uplift me, and even strangers who extend kindness when I least expect it—all have contributed to this mosaic of love I’ve experienced.

It’s in the small things, the big things, and the in-between moments that love has made its presence known. I’m grateful for every single one of them.

Can you share a positive example of where you’ve felt loved?