‘I am in love with you. I love
you so much, I would give it all just for you. In good and bad times I promise
to stand by your side with my sincere love.’ Mention these words and no one will
go by without noticing, some with admiration and yet others with loath, jealousy
or even get judgmental and rubbish you as a silly person. Still, I
am in love, deeply in love and it scares me. I feel I have been made soft as
this love now runs through my whole system and control me like a marionette.
My old guy (grandpa) thinks any
man in love is silly and girly. According to him a man should be driven by
purpose, principles and objectivity, not emotions. He ascribes to the lot that
believes your kinfolk (mostly an aunt) should help you choose, vet and decide
on whom to tie the knot with in matrimony. And in this case the fundamental
consideration is on tribe, family history and
personal behavior. My community
should never marry jarabuon; they
will eventually run away with your wealth or get your house burnt by the
community every electioneering season. If any of your relations was a witch, a
mean person, attempted suicide or had a white skin then that’s a total no. ‘And
here I am, I am in love with a stranger to my people,’ problem number one.
My love is over three thousand
miles away (don't know where i got this), in a land I have never been to. She now speaks
a language which neither belongs to her people nor mine. Where she is there is
no omena or matoke and I wary if she still remembers how to prepare them. She
loves jeans, tight skirts and hot pants. Her dressing, she says, is not controlled
by the African moral codes requiring a descent lady to cover as much as she can
with loose clothes but instead by trend and season. Cover it all in pants
during winter and leave it almost bare in bikini during summer. Still, ‘I am in
love and the acquired culture affects me not.’
Problem number three, I can’t
visit my baby and she can’t visit me either as costs lay a static blockade. The
close we come is through the social media, telephone call or through the mail
system. This only works a little as I still long to see the eyes of the girl I love
as she blinks and blushes away. Teach me how to put a ring on it over a video
call. Teach me how to introduce her to my grandma over Skype factoring in the language
problem. How do I know when my lady is low and needs my comfort and counseling?
You who have had a perfectly working long distance relationship, what do you do
when there is a miss understanding and she is not picking calls or replying
your texts? As for me and my house when this happened I let her be and pray
that the stars link us again someday, I call her after a few days, or weeks. Still,
‘I am in love and it will move mountains for me.’
Define for me love, tell me what
it is, this love that has swept me off my feet. Be the philosopher who explains
to me this mysterious feeling, I have failed to comprehend. Love the strong feeling of attraction; love the
strong feeling that spans the wide ocean to connect people in different
continents. Love, love, love; I am still in love, deeply in love with you my lady.
Its so nice to read from you once more Gargan. This is lovely!
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