Today, stomachs will be uneasy as imaginary butterflies as the apple of one’s eyes makes that scheduled appearance. Others will have that famous organ in the left of their chest welling with a familiar but strong emotion when that person who has been by their side in good and bad times is next to them, some will have a more unpleasant burning through the same area, because of absence of a perceived soul mate why the rest just will not care.
Today, stomachs will be uneasy as imaginary butterflies as the apple of one’s eyes makes that scheduled appearance.
Others will have that famous organ in the left of their chest welling with a familiar but strong emotion when that person who has been by their side in good and bad times is next to them, some will have a more unpleasant burning through the same area, because of absence of a perceived soul mate why the rest just will not care.
It may just be another case of a foreign tradition that came on a ship or plane and imposed on Africans, but a more mundane thing, that thing they call love that may have gone by a different name in the times before the white man paid our grandparents a visit.
Human beings are known to disagree over anything, whether or not we should eat dogs and frogs, or whether our colour makes any difference even though the same red blood runs through all our veins, or if we should even slaughter animals for food with mercy or not.
The ubiquitous question of romantic love, continues to inspire artists, mellows the will of great men, provokes the greatest outpouring of human emotions and continues to knit the fabric of day to day relations between ordinary men.
All of us will at one point fight off the appeal to fall victim to love. But at the same time will lose the battle to dive into a social behaviour that perhaps most fittingly defines basic human nature well enough.
To drive the point home, it surprises you the bearer of ‘love’ or the bearer of a ‘broken heart’ and how they defy all rules of simple logic and rationale all in an inexplicable quest to achieve an everlasting bond with another human being.
That is evidence enough that Love is divine, not in the Christian, Moslem, Hindu or Bahai way but in the human way.
The way in which things that we cannot explain by science or art, like love can only be a thing that belongs to a higher form, a form like God, the form that keeps planets rotating around the sun, and the moon around the earth.
Such a day, as Valentine’s may not be an opportunity to carouse with a lover, spend time with a spouse or do some soul searching for that much sought after but elusive soul mate, but it may provide that obscure opportunity for you to appreciate that after all you are just a fallible man or woman who was born to die and in between the two, try and make good use of the time to be useful to the world and while at it enjoy yourself as well.
Well, let’s just say, today is such a day when it dawns that actually love is divine.
I wish you a passionate Sunday!