"NOOOOOOO!!!" I screamed as I flung my phone on the floor on hearing of his passing. My sister sitting in the passenger side of the car turned back in alarm as she asked me what was wrong. I tried to find words but as my mouth opened all that came forth was a weak sob as tears coursed down my cheeks. And down it went. Wetting my top till it was damp. My throat tight as I gasped for breath in between the downpour. How do I tell my best friend. After all my reassurances that "everything will be ok". How do I now be the bearer of bad news. My heart was breaking into little pieces. The little pieces, into littler pieces. "GOD!!!!!" I exclaimed. Careful in my devastation not to ask "why", lest I question God. Though my mind in disobedience was asking this very question, "WHY?". I picked up my phone hoping by some weird chance, I had read wrong, but as I looked at the phone through eyes unclear with tears, "Tomiwa, Ade's mum confirmed he's passed on", stared right back at me. As I read these words over and over again, it was like a hand was squeezing my heart tighter and tighter. And I remember the last time I heard his voice. On my birthday, where my friend, his girlfriend passed me the phone, telling me Ade wanted to wish me happy birthday. Just four days before. And now he's no more. But a cherished memory.
Then came the arduous task. Calling my friend. What do I say exactly. How does one comfort one who had just lost her boyfriend. I didn't know. Someone who minutes ago, before the news was broken to me, I had spoken to. What words could convey the way I felt inside. But the task had to be done. I told myself to be strong. I needed to be strong for my best friend. She needed me to be strong. But as I heard her wrenching cry over the phone, the tears I thought had abated came forth once more. The sounds of our tears comforting one another. I managed a few tearful "I'm sorries", but even to my ears, I knew how lame they sounded. I knew I needed to say more. Say something that would make the pain she was feeling go away. But then, the words wouldn't come. How ironic. Tomiwa who always had the right things to say. But not this time. This time words failed me. This time Tomiwa had no words.
As I stare into space, Adele's "rolling in the deep" playing somewhere in the near distance, there are so many things going through my mind. There are no more tears. Just a hollow in my heart. I feel sorry for my friend. Sorry I can't do anything to make her feel better. Sorry for her unimaginable loss. I'm so sorry. So so sorry. But alas "sorry" doesn't quite cut it.
May God keep us all. Amen
*name changed to Ade for privacy purposes*
Mar 30, 2011
Mar 22, 2011
5 Ways Twitter has Impacted on the Average Nigerian Youth
1. Keep Youths Informed:
I remember on Independence day last year, when people were tweeting (that's what we call updates on twitter) positive things about Nigeria, I twitted something close to this "Forget CNN, in Nigeria we've got Twitter". Apparently that was a very wrong move as I soon discovered by the amount of people poking fun at me for haven suggested that Twitter was founded by a Nigerian. I remember that day in mortification. Lol. On the contrary, what I had in mind was more in the lines of Twitter being a medium of information dissemination. Not everyone is privy to watch/hear the news as it breaks, for a number of reasons ranging from power outage (thanks to PHCN), to lack of interest in news in general. However with the amount of opinionated youths on Twitter, a large percentage of what we know about happenings around the world is heard first on the social media with people making assertions about the causes of the events and their implications.
2. Increase Political Participation:
Call me ignorant, but I can't carry on a discourse on politics for more than 20minutes, even with you taking reins of the conversation. Ok, I'm sure I'm not that bad, but while I understand the importance of being in the know, especially as regards one's political environment, extended "political debacle" sees the beginnings of a mild headache for me. That was, until I was exposed to politics the Twitter way. On here, seeing your fellow youths passionate about the country and so well versed in politics does something to you. It challenges you. Awakens you to the realization that instead of complaining about the powers that be, you can contribute your quota to ensure that change is brought about in the political system. This is evident in the success of the recently conducted voters registration, in which Twitter was used as a medium of mobilization. So much so that voting or promoting it became associated with "being cool".
3. Promote Brands:
The average person is exposed to an avalanche of advertisements daily with the mass media promoting one brand or the other at a cost. The major idea being to sell goods and services. However, on Twitter, one needs little or no money to showcase oneself/ offering to the virtual world. On Twitter, the average youth is both copy writer and graphics designer; client and audience, responsible solely for packaging him or herself into a marketable brand worth paying attention to. Some great projects were birthed and promoted on Twitter, likes of Funturf Soccer Fiesta for example.
4. Build Relationships:
When you hear the word "relationship", the first thing that comes to mind is the romantic kind, between male and female. While Twitter is responsible for a fair share of romantic relationships, its also responsible for building other kinds of "ships"; Friendship and Partnership. One of the major functions of social media is "networking". Fostering relationships between and among people based on some common ground irrespective of age, sex or geographical location. On Twitter, you meet and interact with some of the greatest people who will remain a part of your life forever. There are the smart ones, the funny ones, the rude ones, the overly friendly ones, the intellectual ones, the boring ones, the flirts and of course the ones who are plain loco. Whatever your taste, its on the menu.
5. End Relationships:
There is a thin line between love and hate, it is often said, and in this case, Twitter is that thin line. It destroys relationships, just as fast as it starts them. Be it relationships born and bred on Twitter, or those outside of Twitter, its caused a number of them to hit rock bottom. There is a popular Twitter saying, "by their tweets, you shall know them" which is replied with yet another saying, "I'm not my tweets". Basically, the assumption is that you can tell a lot about a person by their tweets. While there is some sense in this, there are also those who have an alter ego on Twitter and as such lead a deceitful life on here . In a case where one party assumes a connection with this "alter ego" and starts off a relationship based on this assumption, the result most times is a full fledged bitter break up, upon finding out the other party's true color.
So there you have it. These are the top five ways Twitter has contributed to the average Nigerian youth, in MY opinion. Feel free to agree, disagree or comment.
I remember on Independence day last year, when people were tweeting (that's what we call updates on twitter) positive things about Nigeria, I twitted something close to this "Forget CNN, in Nigeria we've got Twitter". Apparently that was a very wrong move as I soon discovered by the amount of people poking fun at me for haven suggested that Twitter was founded by a Nigerian. I remember that day in mortification. Lol. On the contrary, what I had in mind was more in the lines of Twitter being a medium of information dissemination. Not everyone is privy to watch/hear the news as it breaks, for a number of reasons ranging from power outage (thanks to PHCN), to lack of interest in news in general. However with the amount of opinionated youths on Twitter, a large percentage of what we know about happenings around the world is heard first on the social media with people making assertions about the causes of the events and their implications.
2. Increase Political Participation:
Call me ignorant, but I can't carry on a discourse on politics for more than 20minutes, even with you taking reins of the conversation. Ok, I'm sure I'm not that bad, but while I understand the importance of being in the know, especially as regards one's political environment, extended "political debacle" sees the beginnings of a mild headache for me. That was, until I was exposed to politics the Twitter way. On here, seeing your fellow youths passionate about the country and so well versed in politics does something to you. It challenges you. Awakens you to the realization that instead of complaining about the powers that be, you can contribute your quota to ensure that change is brought about in the political system. This is evident in the success of the recently conducted voters registration, in which Twitter was used as a medium of mobilization. So much so that voting or promoting it became associated with "being cool".
3. Promote Brands:
The average person is exposed to an avalanche of advertisements daily with the mass media promoting one brand or the other at a cost. The major idea being to sell goods and services. However, on Twitter, one needs little or no money to showcase oneself/ offering to the virtual world. On Twitter, the average youth is both copy writer and graphics designer; client and audience, responsible solely for packaging him or herself into a marketable brand worth paying attention to. Some great projects were birthed and promoted on Twitter, likes of Funturf Soccer Fiesta for example.
4. Build Relationships:
When you hear the word "relationship", the first thing that comes to mind is the romantic kind, between male and female. While Twitter is responsible for a fair share of romantic relationships, its also responsible for building other kinds of "ships"; Friendship and Partnership. One of the major functions of social media is "networking". Fostering relationships between and among people based on some common ground irrespective of age, sex or geographical location. On Twitter, you meet and interact with some of the greatest people who will remain a part of your life forever. There are the smart ones, the funny ones, the rude ones, the overly friendly ones, the intellectual ones, the boring ones, the flirts and of course the ones who are plain loco. Whatever your taste, its on the menu.
5. End Relationships:
There is a thin line between love and hate, it is often said, and in this case, Twitter is that thin line. It destroys relationships, just as fast as it starts them. Be it relationships born and bred on Twitter, or those outside of Twitter, its caused a number of them to hit rock bottom. There is a popular Twitter saying, "by their tweets, you shall know them" which is replied with yet another saying, "I'm not my tweets". Basically, the assumption is that you can tell a lot about a person by their tweets. While there is some sense in this, there are also those who have an alter ego on Twitter and as such lead a deceitful life on here . In a case where one party assumes a connection with this "alter ego" and starts off a relationship based on this assumption, the result most times is a full fledged bitter break up, upon finding out the other party's true color.
So there you have it. These are the top five ways Twitter has contributed to the average Nigerian youth, in MY opinion. Feel free to agree, disagree or comment.
Feb 8, 2011
The Perfect Val's...Or Maybe Not
It was a sunny monday afternoon. I had just gotten back home after running some errands for my mother, and I was exhausted. I kicked off my shoes and settled in the reclining chair in the living room, right beside the open window ready for a mid day nap.
Hardly had I closed my eyes in preparation for my much needed siesta when I was jolted by the shrilling of the buzzer. "Hello, is anybody home", the cultured voice said. I had gotten used to this question from the buzzer whenever we had a visitor. Rolling my eyes, I got up grudgingly from the comfortable chair after what must have been a few good seconds and proceeded to the gate.
There he was, 6ft 2" of chocolately goodness. My face lit up immediately, what was Bobo doing away from work and at my doorstep on a monday afternoon?! Still with a silly smile plastered on my face, I watched him as he walked towards me, box of pizza tucked under his left arm, until I saw the bouquet of flowers in his right hand. "Bobo, what's going on?", I asked. Don't blame me, as a naija babe, a man with flowers was a strange, if not suspicious sight to behold. He smiled as he drew closer and kissed my nose, "Happy val's day baby", he said.
Oh snap! In my running around I had completely forgotten what day it was. The much celebrated February 14th. "Somebody sure looks fetching", he joked as he took in the sight of my faded jeans and rumpled hair. Far from embarrassed, after all I was in the presence of Bobo, I grinned and replied, "oh you fancy huh?" Which left us both in fits of laughter as we walked into the house. He handed the flowers to me and I bent my head to take in the smell as I had often seen them do in movies, and graced him with a sweet smile and a, "oh Bobo, you are the sweetest thing", to which he replied "of course I am", with a wink.
Flowers safely in a vase, I returned to the living room, where Bobo had made himself comfortable, pizza on his lap. Taking my position beside him on the rug, "I thought you said you couldn't make it, with the meeting and all...", I began with a bemused and quizzical expression on my face. He shot me a look, "Did you really think I was going to pass on the opportunity of seeing you, val's day or not?" And without waiting for an answer, "besides my boss let me off early", he continued, as he fed me a bite of Debonnaires "something meaty" pizza. As I laid my head on his shoulder, I couldn't help thinking with a smile on my face, what a perfect valentines day it was turning out to be and laughed out loud as a thought crossed my mind. "What's the joke?" Bobo demanded as he tickled my feet. "Oh nothing really, I was just thinking what a perfect val's present your presence is and imagined the look on Louisa's face if her boyfriend put up such an appearance on vals day without an array of gifts in tow", I explained. This illicited a loud cackle of agreement from Bobo. "She will kill Charles", he commented of our mutual friend Louisa and her boyfriend Charles, if he were to pull such a stunt on her.
"And what about you?", he asked, " Don't you even feel the slightest bit expectant?". "Hmmmn, not really", I began, pretending to ponder over the question. " You know to me, vals day is just like any other day, and besides, you spoil me just fine as it is" I replied, as I fondled with the beautiful 24 carat gold locket on my neck, he had gotten me the previous week.
He was about to reply with a witty comeback when the shrill of the buzzer interrupted. "Hello, is anybody home" it went. First time. Second time. Third time it repeated the same question. I finally stirred and took in the environment. Where was I? I wondered, as I looked around disoriented. It took a few seconds before it sank in. I was in my sitting room on the reclining chair, right beside the open window. I had fallen asleep just after running errands for my mom. "Hello, is anybody home?", the buzzer went for the fourth time, as I hurried to answer the person I had kept waiting.
Hardly had I closed my eyes in preparation for my much needed siesta when I was jolted by the shrilling of the buzzer. "Hello, is anybody home", the cultured voice said. I had gotten used to this question from the buzzer whenever we had a visitor. Rolling my eyes, I got up grudgingly from the comfortable chair after what must have been a few good seconds and proceeded to the gate.
There he was, 6ft 2" of chocolately goodness. My face lit up immediately, what was Bobo doing away from work and at my doorstep on a monday afternoon?! Still with a silly smile plastered on my face, I watched him as he walked towards me, box of pizza tucked under his left arm, until I saw the bouquet of flowers in his right hand. "Bobo, what's going on?", I asked. Don't blame me, as a naija babe, a man with flowers was a strange, if not suspicious sight to behold. He smiled as he drew closer and kissed my nose, "Happy val's day baby", he said.
Oh snap! In my running around I had completely forgotten what day it was. The much celebrated February 14th. "Somebody sure looks fetching", he joked as he took in the sight of my faded jeans and rumpled hair. Far from embarrassed, after all I was in the presence of Bobo, I grinned and replied, "oh you fancy huh?" Which left us both in fits of laughter as we walked into the house. He handed the flowers to me and I bent my head to take in the smell as I had often seen them do in movies, and graced him with a sweet smile and a, "oh Bobo, you are the sweetest thing", to which he replied "of course I am", with a wink.
Flowers safely in a vase, I returned to the living room, where Bobo had made himself comfortable, pizza on his lap. Taking my position beside him on the rug, "I thought you said you couldn't make it, with the meeting and all...", I began with a bemused and quizzical expression on my face. He shot me a look, "Did you really think I was going to pass on the opportunity of seeing you, val's day or not?" And without waiting for an answer, "besides my boss let me off early", he continued, as he fed me a bite of Debonnaires "something meaty" pizza. As I laid my head on his shoulder, I couldn't help thinking with a smile on my face, what a perfect valentines day it was turning out to be and laughed out loud as a thought crossed my mind. "What's the joke?" Bobo demanded as he tickled my feet. "Oh nothing really, I was just thinking what a perfect val's present your presence is and imagined the look on Louisa's face if her boyfriend put up such an appearance on vals day without an array of gifts in tow", I explained. This illicited a loud cackle of agreement from Bobo. "She will kill Charles", he commented of our mutual friend Louisa and her boyfriend Charles, if he were to pull such a stunt on her.
"And what about you?", he asked, " Don't you even feel the slightest bit expectant?". "Hmmmn, not really", I began, pretending to ponder over the question. " You know to me, vals day is just like any other day, and besides, you spoil me just fine as it is" I replied, as I fondled with the beautiful 24 carat gold locket on my neck, he had gotten me the previous week.
He was about to reply with a witty comeback when the shrill of the buzzer interrupted. "Hello, is anybody home" it went. First time. Second time. Third time it repeated the same question. I finally stirred and took in the environment. Where was I? I wondered, as I looked around disoriented. It took a few seconds before it sank in. I was in my sitting room on the reclining chair, right beside the open window. I had fallen asleep just after running errands for my mom. "Hello, is anybody home?", the buzzer went for the fourth time, as I hurried to answer the person I had kept waiting.
Jan 4, 2011
Three words, Eight letters
It came to my attention recently that I hadn't written in a long time. Not poems or generalities, I mean really write straight from the heart (for lack of a better phrase). Now that would be falling short of my pledge (Re: Above) to write as it is in my heart and sometimes in yours. So to placate my slightly disgruntled readers (dare I say fans? nahhh..before I am swallowed without haven been cooked), I write.
This will be the right moment to interject this disclaimer; I AM NOT A RELATIONSHIP BLOGGER! (Lol..that almost felt like I was shouting). By now if you haven't figured out the theme of this blog, then I take it you don't watch the series Gossip Girls (the scene where Chuck said to Blair, "...three words, eight letters, say it and I'm yours..."), did I lose somebody here? My apologies. Yes, today I write on love. Again. I know. Forgive me, but as a youth I hear this everyday...Love, or so it seems.
Tina Turner asked years ago, "what's love got to do with it?" And frankly the answer is, most times among youths, love has little or nothing to do with it. Confused? Don't be. I'll explain in a minute. Picture this, let me use the couple in one of my previous posts (Re: A girl's story), Bukky and Bayo as a case study. Bayo is 26, Bukky is 23. Bayo has been dating actively since he was 17. Bukky is his 6th girlfriend (not counting flings). Now, Bayo is Bukky's 3rd boyfriend. She's been dating since she was 19yrs.
When Bayo was 17, fresh out of high school, hottest boy in JAMB lesson, he "kind of" dated Jessica. Even though it was her friend, Tope he really liked, Jessy was forthcoming so he settled for her. His text message to her must have read something like this, "I'll do anything for you, anything you ask me to, I'll go anywhere for you, anywhere you want me to...", I'm sure you know the rest,(yes straight from the lyrics of the Backstreet Boys classic), and Jessy would have swooned, especially at the "I love you that ended the text". A few weeks pass and he breaks up with Jessica. You see word around was that Tope liked him too, so when he wasn't busy fetching mountains for Jessica, he was chatting Tope up, and the lovestruck girl fell. Then he finds the lyrics of yet another song, maybe this time something by Westlife, and sends it to Tope, of course signed off with "I love you".
And so I ask, what's love got to do with it?
I'll skip his romantic escapades and jump to his 3rd year in the university. By this time he is 21, one of the most popular boys in school and the life of the party. He has girls craving his attention,some he gives audience, some he doesn't. But there was this one girl in his set, Chichi, that left him tongue tied. Try as he may, Chichi would have nothing to do with him. You see, she was one of the "good girls". But you know what they say about persistence, it eventually paid off, and so their romance began. They were the school's hottest couple. Bayo had reduced his infidelity to its barest minimum because he couldn't risk Chichi finding out. At some point, Chichi had agreed with Bayo that her friends were jealous, hence spreading rumours about him. You see Bayo "loved" Chichi, he just couldn't help the occasional straying. Maybe it was peer pressure, maybe it wasn't. Who knows! After all he had only his university days to play around as he had decided to be 100% committed after school. She was wife material so he was pretty sure his mum wouldn't mind that she was Ibo. But her parents had other ideas. They had arranged for her, the son of her father's business partner as her husband to be. Though she fought it, her folks eventually made her see reason. She broke it off with Bayo in a 5 paged text message that ended with "...I love you, always have, always will". Four months later she was married.
And so I ask, what's love got to do with it?
By this time, Bayo is heart broken and has sworn off love . He resorts to flings and reverts to his bad boy ways, falling in and out of relationships. Girls tried and failed to win his devotion as he was the toast of the town; young, good-looking and successful. He carries on this way till he is 24 going on 25 and then meets Bukky at a wedding. Well spoken, intelligent, beautiful, and with a body to die for, Bukky was perfect. She was the one. After all, it was time to think about settling down. He and Bukky hit it off immediately, they go on a date or two and 2 months into their friendship, they begin dating. Bayo could confidently say he loved Bukky. All his friends knew her, she was welcome in his family, she knew just how to cater to him, he called her at odd times just to say "I loveyou". As I said, she was perfect. Before you knew it, they were celebrating their 1st year anniversary in Dubai. Bayo stayed faithful for a whole year, and then in the middle of their 2nd year together, this Delilah was employed in his office as an NYSC student. SHE WAS HOT!!! Not in the same way as Bukky, but she held her own. While Bukky was mature and calculated, she was fun and impulsive. She just had this endearing persona, and what started off as office cordiality evolved into chemistry. He had 80%, but craved the remaining 20%. And so he cheated. This heralded the era of the phone calls that were sometimes not picked, and the meetings that lasted till 12am.
He loved Bukky....but then again, what's love got to do with it?
Don't get me wrong, I'm not a cynic. I believe strongly in love I'm even a romantic, but be that as it may, these questions fill my head.
Are we allowed to fall in and out of love as often as we change wardrobes?
Do all boys cheat? Do all girls?
Are there still single people out there?
Are we disillusioned to expect our loved ones not to cheat?
Do we love everyone we dated?
Is dating overrated?
Should we remain single till someone proposes?
Is marriage a guarantee for love?
Is love a sacred feeling to be shared between husband and wife?
What really is love?
While I don't have answers to all these questions, I mean, to each his own, I do know what love is. Or what it should be.
Love is patient; kind; doesn't envy; doesn't boast; isn't proud; isn't rude; isn't self-seeking; is not easily angered; keeps no record of wrong doing; doesn't delight in evil; rejoices with the truth; always protects; always trusts; always hopes; always perseveres; Never Fails. (1 Cor 13: 4-8)
So when next you go off writing or saying these three words, eight letters---I Love You, check if it meets all these parameters.
This will be the right moment to interject this disclaimer; I AM NOT A RELATIONSHIP BLOGGER! (Lol..that almost felt like I was shouting). By now if you haven't figured out the theme of this blog, then I take it you don't watch the series Gossip Girls (the scene where Chuck said to Blair, "...three words, eight letters, say it and I'm yours..."), did I lose somebody here? My apologies. Yes, today I write on love. Again. I know. Forgive me, but as a youth I hear this everyday...Love, or so it seems.
Tina Turner asked years ago, "what's love got to do with it?" And frankly the answer is, most times among youths, love has little or nothing to do with it. Confused? Don't be. I'll explain in a minute. Picture this, let me use the couple in one of my previous posts (Re: A girl's story), Bukky and Bayo as a case study. Bayo is 26, Bukky is 23. Bayo has been dating actively since he was 17. Bukky is his 6th girlfriend (not counting flings). Now, Bayo is Bukky's 3rd boyfriend. She's been dating since she was 19yrs.
When Bayo was 17, fresh out of high school, hottest boy in JAMB lesson, he "kind of" dated Jessica. Even though it was her friend, Tope he really liked, Jessy was forthcoming so he settled for her. His text message to her must have read something like this, "I'll do anything for you, anything you ask me to, I'll go anywhere for you, anywhere you want me to...", I'm sure you know the rest,(yes straight from the lyrics of the Backstreet Boys classic), and Jessy would have swooned, especially at the "I love you that ended the text". A few weeks pass and he breaks up with Jessica. You see word around was that Tope liked him too, so when he wasn't busy fetching mountains for Jessica, he was chatting Tope up, and the lovestruck girl fell. Then he finds the lyrics of yet another song, maybe this time something by Westlife, and sends it to Tope, of course signed off with "I love you".
And so I ask, what's love got to do with it?
I'll skip his romantic escapades and jump to his 3rd year in the university. By this time he is 21, one of the most popular boys in school and the life of the party. He has girls craving his attention,some he gives audience, some he doesn't. But there was this one girl in his set, Chichi, that left him tongue tied. Try as he may, Chichi would have nothing to do with him. You see, she was one of the "good girls". But you know what they say about persistence, it eventually paid off, and so their romance began. They were the school's hottest couple. Bayo had reduced his infidelity to its barest minimum because he couldn't risk Chichi finding out. At some point, Chichi had agreed with Bayo that her friends were jealous, hence spreading rumours about him. You see Bayo "loved" Chichi, he just couldn't help the occasional straying. Maybe it was peer pressure, maybe it wasn't. Who knows! After all he had only his university days to play around as he had decided to be 100% committed after school. She was wife material so he was pretty sure his mum wouldn't mind that she was Ibo. But her parents had other ideas. They had arranged for her, the son of her father's business partner as her husband to be. Though she fought it, her folks eventually made her see reason. She broke it off with Bayo in a 5 paged text message that ended with "...I love you, always have, always will". Four months later she was married.
And so I ask, what's love got to do with it?
By this time, Bayo is heart broken and has sworn off love . He resorts to flings and reverts to his bad boy ways, falling in and out of relationships. Girls tried and failed to win his devotion as he was the toast of the town; young, good-looking and successful. He carries on this way till he is 24 going on 25 and then meets Bukky at a wedding. Well spoken, intelligent, beautiful, and with a body to die for, Bukky was perfect. She was the one. After all, it was time to think about settling down. He and Bukky hit it off immediately, they go on a date or two and 2 months into their friendship, they begin dating. Bayo could confidently say he loved Bukky. All his friends knew her, she was welcome in his family, she knew just how to cater to him, he called her at odd times just to say "I loveyou". As I said, she was perfect. Before you knew it, they were celebrating their 1st year anniversary in Dubai. Bayo stayed faithful for a whole year, and then in the middle of their 2nd year together, this Delilah was employed in his office as an NYSC student. SHE WAS HOT!!! Not in the same way as Bukky, but she held her own. While Bukky was mature and calculated, she was fun and impulsive. She just had this endearing persona, and what started off as office cordiality evolved into chemistry. He had 80%, but craved the remaining 20%. And so he cheated. This heralded the era of the phone calls that were sometimes not picked, and the meetings that lasted till 12am.
He loved Bukky....but then again, what's love got to do with it?
Don't get me wrong, I'm not a cynic. I believe strongly in love I'm even a romantic, but be that as it may, these questions fill my head.
Are we allowed to fall in and out of love as often as we change wardrobes?
Do all boys cheat? Do all girls?
Are there still single people out there?
Are we disillusioned to expect our loved ones not to cheat?
Do we love everyone we dated?
Is dating overrated?
Should we remain single till someone proposes?
Is marriage a guarantee for love?
Is love a sacred feeling to be shared between husband and wife?
What really is love?
While I don't have answers to all these questions, I mean, to each his own, I do know what love is. Or what it should be.
Love is patient; kind; doesn't envy; doesn't boast; isn't proud; isn't rude; isn't self-seeking; is not easily angered; keeps no record of wrong doing; doesn't delight in evil; rejoices with the truth; always protects; always trusts; always hopes; always perseveres; Never Fails. (1 Cor 13: 4-8)
So when next you go off writing or saying these three words, eight letters---I Love You, check if it meets all these parameters.
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