Monday, 25 February 2013

My rant; I am confused.




Late last year a certain lady told me that she was leaving her boyfriend due to the fact that he was more in love with his brew than he was in love with her. She was visibly frustrated that despite his well paying job, there was one more month at the end of his salary. He wound blow it all in two weekends and then resort to begging and borrowing from his lady. He was later hospitalised for imbibing on some illegal drug and his own family gave him a cold shoulder while he was in his hospital bed. As all these transpired, she super glued by his side but with the intention of chucking him. Well, as you read this, she is expectant with his baby. Never left him and won’t leave him.
Call it love or what, I do not know.
Tell me, is this love? Is it love when a wife leaves her matrimonial bed for another man and her own man turns a blind eye? Is this love when the wife turns alcoholic to the point of staggering home with barely a cloth on her and yet her man never touches any bit of liquor? Is this love when an otherwise sane, collected and composed girl falls in love with the bad boy with less than half her education? Picture this; there is this lady or girl for that matter who dropped out of University of Nairobi in her second year in order to get married to the well known neighbourhood thief, three years her junior and with a class five qualification. Is this love? You tell me. Eeh? Her mother went insane and was inconsolable. I mean, were the words of this young man so enticing and music to her ears? It begs more questions. Did this mean that this young man had juicier words than the well read guys in her class or university for that matter? Or was she a fluke to university? This is a true story. I witnessed it first-hand. Ask me.
Tell me; is this love when a sane man leaves his wife a broken woman in order to find solace in the arms of a woman known to entertain many a man ‘down there’? Is it love?

No wonder love is a hard thing to understand. This is because some are driven into it by many factors while some (me included) are driven away from it by the numerous ‘What Ifs’
Love is a hard nut to crack with a tasty inside or so I am told or witnessed for that matter. Problem is, most of us are yet to identify the nut with the best and tasty content. As youth, we are left to grapple with the heart wrenching task of the slobbery kissing frogs and the elusive Cinderella.
While at it, some begin with a sweet taste only for it to end in tears, ulcers, heartbreaks and heartburns for that matter. Going insane is in there too. Talk of going berserk and many couples and children have lost their lives in cases of love gone sour. It was sweet on the onset, but turned sour as time went on.
At the start of the love, it was all rosy full of gifts and sweet words. Later on the sweet words and gifts became a matter of life and death.
Tell me, who on earth has the blueprint to the right level of love, the right quality and quantity of love, the right degree that love out to burn without scalding or scotching, the right level of the right things that call for the right level of love.
Tell me. What is this phenomenon? Huh?
It is like taking a leap into an abyss..
 

Wednesday, 20 February 2013

LOVE IS...


Love doesn’t always make you happy. But it makes you better. Sometimes happy but also at times unhappy. Because love knows that its central function in your life is to help you grow. Growth hurts. After all, many people have come up with songs on love. It is that powerful. It could be that feeling in your stomach whenever you see or hear your significant other. Or even the clammy palms. Yeah. Love is want. Love is need.
Love is impossibly imperfect.
Love always pays the bills on time but could forget your anniversary. It gets you frozen yogurt on the way home but forgets and leaves it in the car. May refuse to change the baby’s diaper but will spend hours rocking the baby to sleep. It may not write you poems or give romantic speeches but when you’re sad, it suddenly says that one right thing. It rarely thinks to buy you flowers but always thinks of ways to appreciate you
Love tries.
Love is forgiving. Love lets you get away with a lot. But not all. It grants forgiveness before you ask, but oftentimes makes you say sorry anyways, because it’s good for you to be humble. Love knows it will hurt you or fail you too. Love fails, time and again, but believes every next minute is a new chance to get it right.
Love is forgetful.
It forgets old words, the old hurting words and 
old wounds. And even when it remembers, it also remembers to stay kind. Love has the worst fight of your life with you and then, right after, shares a cold coffee and even shares a packet of chewing gum.
Love understands your weaknesses.
 It doesn’t mock that you are scared of cockroaches in her kitchen or that you scatter your socks all around. Even if you left your room untidy as if a hurricane swept through it, love understands. It knows you have to drink your tea really, really hot. It will expect you will complain about your burnt tongue later. Love will be patient as you ask for five more minutes that later turn out to be a whole half an hour. It will be quiet when you don’t feel like talking. It will laugh uproariously at your lame jokes during a party to save you from embarrassment.
TO BE CONTINUED…