The love
scene has changed drastically since our old days. I long for those days that a hand
written letter loaded with love song lyrics from hit love songs could just do
the magic. Interestingly, this is the only phase during my entire lifetime that
I listened to Westlife, Celine Dion and the like. Remember Solidad, Queen of My
Heart and other shitty love songs back then? In those hay days, all I needed to
express my love was my impressive handwriting and some sweet words albeit
largely borrowed from Westlife songs’ lyrics. Chilling in the house worked or
in the extreme cases, taking a walk within the neck of the hood. Simple. Easy.
Fast
forward. 2015. Expressing your love nowadays has become a complex idea. Her
inkling of love is going to Impala grounds, sit on the grass (or a Maasai Shuka)
taking some expensive vodka while listening to some music that she doesn’t have
idea which genre it belongs. Others, want to attend Masaku 7s and all other
rugby 7s circuit encounters notwithstanding her ignorance of what ‘a try’
means. If you don’t grant these wishes and others just as ridiculous, you will
be deemed not be so loving. From the foregoing, a subtle deduction is that love
has developed a close relationship with money. Tragic.
As
tragic as it is that money has taken precedence over love, guys are learning to
adapt. However, if you don’t live up to her perception of expressing love then
you can as well kiss the relationship goodbye because believe or not, there is
another man standing by and ready to give her the world. Ha! And against the
man with money bags, you will surely lose unless it is an exceptional true
love. The bottom line is that money
shouldn’t be a criteria for love but I can as well tell that to the birds in
the air.
