Let’s be honest: Chioma had a plan. A perfect plan. She was going to get her dream job, drive a fine car, and marry a tall, dark, soft-spoken man who read poetry at brunch and didn’t remind her of her father. But alas—welcome to Love in Every Word, where the universe says “plot twist!” and sends her Obiora instead.

Obiora is everything Chioma didn’t order. Rough around the edges. A little too loud. Drives like Lagos traffic is a video game. And worst of all—he reminds her of her dad. That’s not just a red flag, that’s a whole parade.

But somehow, this story doesn’t end in a restraining order. It ends in real love—the kind that sneaks up on you in traffic jams and WhatsApp arguments. The film hilariously captures how love isn’t always about checking boxes. Sometimes, it’s about throwing the list away and realizing that the person who drives you crazy… might just drive you home, too.

One minute they’re arguing about fried rice vs. jollof, the next minute you’re seeing sparks fly. Not romantic sparks, at first—more like the “I-can’t-stand-you” sparks. But as Chioma learns, love doesn’t always look like a rom-com. Sometimes it looks like Obiora in his awkward but lovable glory, offering her suya and unsolicited life advice.

In the end, Love in Every Word is a reminder that love is not a fairytale—it’s a slightly chaotic, mildly frustrating, but surprisingly warm reality. Especially in Lagos, where if the traffic doesn’t test your patience, your love life definitely will.