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Love and a Cup of Coffee Taste Better When Hot – Ethiopian Proverb

When people fall in love, they are ready to do anything for love; jump off the cliff, sleep on stones, freeze in icy weather, swim to the end of an ocean and jump into the blazing furnace. But how many survive the test of time? Only a few.

Romeo and Juliet’s love was a kind of hot, fresh love. They were in love for only four days before they met their death. That’s what I call hot love. And it’s a kind of foolish, thoughtless love. This kind of love does not allow any level of reasoning to manifest itself. It stiffens the mind and prevents it from thinking about consequences or future complications.

If Romeo and Juliet lived older, they might not love each other enough to die. Fresh love is always sweet love, pleasant love.

That’s where most lovers want to remain. But it’s hard.

It’s hard to keep love in its fresh or hot state. Circumstances surrounding life and individual complications make it more difficult.

As time passes, those who walked hand in hand in their kitchen and bathrooms vow to give up an eye to be free from each other. Separation; gives them the space they needed to be able to remain sane as a couple when divorce isn’t an option.

But this kind of love is always the fake kind of love, love built on what the eyes can see which even the things that eyes can see hardly sustain. Love built on beauty, sex and money is the worst kind of love. It melts like wax and evaporates into nothingness within a short period.

But there is a kind of love that doesn’t grow cold no matter what it’s exposed to. Yes! There are couples whose relationships are old but still feel like yesterday.

When people fall in love for the right reasons, love grows deeper and hotter. They are ready to sacrifice for each other, endure for each other and use anything in their power to renew their love each day. They respect each other’s feelings and do not rely on their feelings to make it work. For love should go beyond what we feel. If we rely on feelings to keep love alive, love dies off when whatever we feel fades away.

Real Lovebirds

Righteous pair; set on a
lifeless branch of a dry
tree, hidden behind the dusk
rushing to embrace the
night, when none see, saved
from bright revealing light.

United pair; secured under
the canvas of the evening
sky, illumined by the orange
sun disappearing into the
horizon, to flee from the
claws of the scary menacing
night.

Faithful pair; no third nor
more in view, to steal the
lovely romantic moment for
two, chanting sweet songs of
love to send beautiful
sensation around, and still
every fight.

Friendly pair; happily
wrapped in the sweet arms of
friendship, at home in each
other's company, ready to
care, support and tolerate,
and bring tears to
inspecting sense of sight.

Lovely pair; I can’t help but
wonder if you’ll ever break
each other’s hearts. But as
one beak reaches for
another, I see right there
in your eyes and the rare
thing you share, real love
is might.

Fix My Eyes

The world around felt cold and lonely as the wave rolled up, crashed against the shore and swept grit off his feet. His shirt and shorts flapped in all directions while he stood akimbo and stared at the horizon and did not care if the wave washed him into the deep. 

He blamed the beach and women in his mind for what happened between him and his fiancée, now his ex- It’s hard to think she had gone by his weakness. 

Two weeks ago, their shadows had grown to their actual length under the golden sun as their feet burrowed the loose sand along the coast, lost in each other’s company, fascinated by the romantic beach; the sand was clean and near golden, and the cool breeze made the leaves of the many coconut trees in its vicinity flutter to his pleasure. Voices sounded like symphonies, and lovely women were everywhere.  

He had cringed when her arms clasped his body In a possessive way, forcing him to suck in his stomach so she could wrap them around his rotund trunk, and lock him in with her index fingers. 

He knew why she did that, she needed to save him from a head-turner, who walked as if she drifted towards them. She was more than pretty. 

Even though he sensed his fiancée’s countenance screaming; ‘He is my man, so, back off!’ he went ahead and said,

‘I think I have seen that girl somewhere. Can’t remember where.’ Her eyes had gone up to the sky as if she did not hear him.

   ‘Can you see that?’ she  pointed at the sky like a little girl, ‘The sky is as blue as the ocean!’  That sounded like fascinating scenery, but he was already a mess – hooked by the sight of the young lady before them.

 His eyes had followed her as she passed them and even though she did not return his smile, she did well to hypnotise him. That’s why he got carried away by her silk hair, which danced mirthfully in the ocean breeze, and every other thing, including her ankle-length silk skirt. 

His fiancée might have caught the sight of his drool, for she pulled off her engagement ring without a buzz. The gorgeous ring hit the back of his head, bounced off and hit the sand beside a boy who admired his sandcastle. 

His belly had heaved as he jerked back to sensibility. But when he turned, he saw her prancing away like a bruised snake. 

   ‘What a volatile emotion this girl has! ’ he whispered to the ocean when he managed to come out of his head. ‘She pulled a diamond ring off her finger as if it’s made of cheap wood,’ he glided his head from side to side and strode to the raffia beach stretcher and as usual waited for a miracle even though she made it clear to him that she had moved on, with a serious man.

He had always thought that the charm of a man was tied to his riches. In other words, a rich man was always got what he wanted with his money. If this was true, why then was he still single? ‘Why did she leave me?’ He repeated the question to the hearing of his driver. His driver looked over his shoulder and did not try to answer. He too did not know. 

At  2: 55 am, he rolled from one side of his luxury bed to another and smothered the pillow pinned down on his chest with his fleshy arms, the thought of how to start afresh hunt for a young lady to make his wife was about to kill him. When he knelt and asked God to help him, he also promised to close his eyes against pretty women if he would ever look beyond his shortcomings and get him married.

 Afterwards, he lay awake and wondered if he could fulfil his promise to God. But a tiny voice crept into his mind and he heard what it said vividly, You know your problem. You know what the solution is.

That’s right. If he could only go blind–.

‘Fix my eyes,’ he whispered.


Maimed

Fiez

Inspired Sunday #7

“Imagine the wife of Jonah having to listen to Jonah”s story about being swallowed by a fish in the ocean, living in it’s belly for three days and being vomitted out.”

Could you imagine the expression on her face while listening to Jonah’s “blatant lie”?

Her thoughts should be: Where did he spend those three days? Who was he with? No, no, this man can lie! Who got swallowed by a fish and survived in it’s belly for three days? Who got vomitted by a fish after being swallowed?

How she should react: “What am I, dumb? Spill it, Mr!”

Presumably, she believed him in spite of the obvious.

She could have believed him because Jonah never cheated on her or lied to her..

What if Jonah wasn’t a faithful man?

She should have trusted him still because she didn’t know the truth to the “lie”.

That’s how far one should go to trust his or her spouse.

Have a blessed week ahead.❤

Maimed

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He watched as she stood there by the roadside, like an angel of death ready with her net and hook, ready to catch her victim; a man to maim, just like she did him.

She wore her deceitful angelic outfit – in which her body was all covered up in the traditional long gown with her finger and toe tips peeping through the baggy sleeves and hem respectively.

He watched as she occasionally glanced at her wristwatch. Her demeanour revealed slight impatience and from her left hand hung a mini travelling bag which she switched from hand to hand now and then. He had bought her that gorgeous bag as a present and she liked it so much and had thanked him a thousand times for it.

The man she was waiting for arrived. She hopped in.

He followed them.

After fifteen minutes drive, the car pulled into a parking lot in front of a grand hotel. They came down and he saw the fair man she was with. He was everything more superior except of course his good nature. That had been the painful part.

“I’m sure to murder for the first time in my life, with my bare hands,” he had said to himself and looked frantically at his hands.

Right before his very eyes, the fair man held her hand, palm, to palm. He glared at their entwined fingers as they walked past the gate into the compound.
As he kept looking at the fingers, he spotted the gold ring – their marriage symbol

I bought that ring with my hard-earned money. She’s wearing my ring and yet…”

He bent his head and looked down to ease the sharp pain in his heart. When next he looked up at them, her head was on the fair man’s shoulder.

“It’s over, can’t take this anymore,” he said to himself and began to walk away.

His phone vibrated.

He turned to look at them. She was making a call while the fair man stood close, too close to be taken.

He picked up his call, she was the one.

“I know you’re following me. I know it’s hard for you to see me this way, it’s not easy for me too. You’re the only man I truly love but I can’t help myself. I’m sorry but you just have to go home and forget all about me. Please take care of our baby. I’ll wear this ring for you, and I’ll always love you. I’m leaving because of you, to set you free so you don’t need to continue with someone like me. You’re such a nice man and I’m terrible. Please go home and get a woman who will be faithful to you. Please forgive me.” She finished and cut the call.

He felt the wave in his ear, it went all the way down to his heart and bones and he went limp.
He watched as she kept the phone back into her purse and they disappeared hand in hand into the hotel.

I’m finally dead. She has killed me,” he said as he stood as

He looked at the hotel one more time and took his first step to retrace his way back to life without her. He knew it was going to be a long difficult journey. Life would never be the same again.