Movie Review

Movie Review 

"Love in Every Word"  A Feel-Good Nollywood Vibe with a Scene-Stealing Bestie

So I just finished watching Love in Every Word, and let me just say "it’s one of those movies that feels like warm jollof on a rainy day. Cozy, familiar, but not without a little spice".

The story follows Chioma (played by Bam Bam), this strong, independent Lagos babe who’s been through the emotional wringer. She heads back home to Anambra for some family time, only to be swept into this whirlwind “rich man wants me” kind of romance with Obiora (Uzor Arukwe), your typical Nollywood sweet talker with money, manners, and mad persistence.

Now, about Chioma’s friend, can we talk about her?! Honestly, she’s the real MVP of this movie.

She’s that one friend who always tells you the truth, whether it hurts or not. She had me cracking up with her savage one-liners and dramatic facial expressions. But more than that, she brought balance to Chioma’s emotional mess. Like, whenever Chioma was spiraling (which was often), her friend would either drop hilarious advice or hit her with deep, no-nonsense wisdom. It was refreshing to see that kind of loyal, protective energy without it turning toxic or petty.

Some of my fave moments were just Chioma and her friend chatting on the couch, gossiping, crying, or planning clapbacks. She felt real, like someone we all have (or wish we had) in our lives. Honestly, the movie would’ve been kind of flat without her.

As for the romance? It’s sweet, a little unrealistic, but very enjoyable. There’s lots of big romantic gestures (maybe too big at times), and some scenes felt straight out of a fantasy. But hey, it’s Nollywood, we love a little drama and a lot of extra.

Final thoughts: Watch Love in Every Word for the vibes, the love story, and definitely for Chioma’s hilarious, loyal, ride-or-die best friend. She’s the real heart of the film.

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It was 9:03 a.m. on a Monday when the dreaded message appeared in Bola’s inbox: “Zoom Meeting: Q2 Strategy Sync – Mandatory”.

She sighed dramatically, as though she had just been asked to hike Mount Kilimanjaro barefoot.

The problem wasn’t the meeting. It was the people in the meeting.

There was Mr. Adekunle, who unmuted his mic only to yell at his children mid-call, there was Clara, who forgot her camera was on and once applied a full face mask during the CEO’s presentation and of course, there was Bode, the man who refused to wear a shirt. Ever.

Bola joined the call late (fashionably, she told herself). Everyone was already talking. Or yelling. Or both.

“I think we need to circle back on the synergy of the vertical alignment—” someone was saying, clearly using all the business jargon in one sentence.

Then, halfway through the meeting, it happened.

A mysterious voice echoed across the call:

“Who took my stew?!”

Everyone froze.

It was a male voice. Deep. Agitated. Possibly hungry.

“Sorry,” the voice continued, unaware he was broadcasting to 37 people, including the CFO. “I kept it in the fridge beside the fish. It had goat meat. Big ones.”

More silence.

“Maybe it was that foolish boy that lives upstairs. I’ll change the Wi-Fi password again!”

Then: click. The mic went off.

The screen exploded with laughter. Even the HR manager, known for smiling only during payroll, chuckled.

Bola couldn’t breathe. Clara had tears in her eyes. Mr. Adekunle shouted, “Whoever it is, I just want the recipe!”

After that day, no one remembered the Q2 strategy. No one remembered who led the meeting. But they all remembered the stew. And every Monday after that, someone would mysteriously name the Zoom call: Stew Recovery Meeting.

Even Bode wore a shirt once, in honor of the "Goat Meat Incident".