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..