Living in the dark times, where a single misplaced text can start a long and winding relationship, or can destroy an existing one. We are all trying to find love in the wrong places, Tagged, 2go, Twitter, Facebook plus its other cousins, and some even in church. I once met a friend through Facebook, and we nearly dated, and that is just but an example of a single player in this mineFIELD called earth, and how the airwaves and interconnected wires are carrying massive relationship potential.
I find all this as plastic, as one cute face on these social cites is not enough. You will want to go on. Just as one girlfriend/boyfriend is never enough. We, as humans, have been blessed with multiple taste buds that are not confined to the mouth but in our other tastes too, for material things, spiritual beings, human beings and other beings including pets.
My dad calls his wife everyday of the week, between 2000hrs and 2030hrs, except when she is home. Now that is love made in Lamu, 30 years back. Very embarrassing when my generation and I, most modern and advanced than they are, cannot maintain a relationship for an year, let alone days. Why can’t I love like my dad does?
Trust that is there even when the wife lives nearly 80 kms away, while I cannot trust a person 5 yards away! Living in constant fear of what might become if you are either found, or if you stumble upon evidence linking the other person to another merger. Not knowing if you are the legitimate partner or the side dish that can be easily discarded for the main dish.
But we even luck patience to persevere, upholding the ‘for the better’ and withholding on the ‘or for worse’. We want good things only, not wanting struggles and shortcomings. We want the successful part, not the sucks-full part. The plastic generation.
I’m currently typing this while at the same time navigating through Facebook and 2go, and I’m not even concerned.
Why can’t I love like my old man does? Because their love is special.
