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Red Love Day


Valentine day, what is it? … mmmh … makes the two of us. I have been looking for the real meaning to it. All I have grasped over the past few years is that the day is red in color and it is celebrated by lovers. So I choose to call it a ‘Red Love day.’

There is an immeasurable distance between Love and Red Love; Life's greatest tragedy is that we get old too soon and never get to differentiate the two. But think again, they say it’s never too late to get back on track. Well, I do agree. But I choose to think it may depend on what took you off the track.... (Imagine the case of a fatal Accident; I can assure you chances are that you may never get back on track.). But all the same don't we have survivors of such!

In a few days time ‘Red Love day’ will be here with us and not to mention lots of expectations from lovers .The roses, candle lit dinner, chocolates …the very inevitable will be the Heart-Breaks. Consciously or unconsciously.... many of us have plans ready on how to manage the expectations that comes with this day. Actually  several plans to ensure that we are safe. Some will play the lover and the beloved role by ordering themselves flowers/gifts just to fool the office colleagues that ‘we’ too got something for the day. Some have started looking for old faithfuls. Old faithfuls are those EXs who will always play the role for the day. You know he/she is not the one, but just because you need someone for the day, you give them a call several days before the day. Not to mind that your last break-up was hell on earth.. but all the same you would rather have them than seem alone on this day.

I will not blame you, I have been in and out of this so called Red Love; both cases makes you so vulnerable ... So vulnerable that anyone could fit in your life at either moments and mess it up completely. With every experience, I have build up defenses, armors, walls … just to make sure that nothing can hurt me again. But just like you, one stupid person, no different from the other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life...You give them a piece of you. And immediately you loose yourself to them, just like a whistle blow, the fights begin, and sooner than expected you can no longer tell whether its love or hate you feel for this person. You send this SMS text informing them that you have ‘moved on’ but again on the same night you send them a goodnight SMS. With a love emoji. What a contrast! Wah! Somehow you can longer trust yourself, it feels like you are loosing yourself to something you cannot explain…your heart has been caged and you no longer have the access rights. Do not be too hard on your self, we have all been here in different ways.

But wait a minute, did they ask for it? All they did was something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life wasn't your own anymore. Red Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you up and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like 'maybe we should be just friends' turns into a glass splinter ... working it's way into your fragile heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It's a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. Do not blame those among us who say they hate love; the line is too thin to read between and the brain is too exhausted to grasp the difference. Many of us are looking for ‘Love.’ But instead and sometimes unknowingly, we settle for Red love in whatever cost. I hope we can differentiate the two kinds of Love before it is too late. Just before that other person walks  into our life.

Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud.  It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs.  Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.  Love never fails.

Red Love is not patient, Red love is not kind. It is envious, it boasts, it is proud.  It dishonors others, it is self-seeking, it is easily angered, it keeps a record of wrongs. Red Love delights in evil and does not rejoice with the truth. It does not protect, does not trust, does not hope, and does not persevere. Red Love fails.

Written By: Ndunge Wa Muthuka (Dinah Muthuka) Unedited.
(The African Girl)

Comments

  1. UnknownFebruary 8, 2011 at 6:33 AM

    lovely me like this

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  2. WarhiaFebruary 8, 2011 at 10:08 PM

    Now this is some Read! Keep them coming D!

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  3. TatuuFebruary 9, 2011 at 5:11 AM

    I feel yah gal. I thought i was the only chic with some unique characteristics when it comes to love or is it red love.
    Keep dem coming.

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  4. AnonymousFebruary 14, 2023 at 11:13 PM

    Nice read.,

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  5. AnonymousFebruary 14, 2023 at 11:44 PM

    👏🏿 👏🏿👏🏿

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  6. AnonymousFebruary 15, 2023 at 4:12 AM

    Congratulations. Love is patient and kind.

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