Sunday 21 September 2014

ENDURING LOVE


I read it in the news;
That,
During The Westgate Mall terrorist attack,
In Westlands,
Nairobi,
Kenya;
 An Indian boy
Had accompanied an elderly kin
For shopping
When the terrorists attacked.
The news had it that,
The boy could have escaped out,
But wouldn’t do that;
Lest he could have left
The elderly kin alone;
Who could barely walk,
Not even run.
As a result,
The boy remained behind,
To face come what may,
With the elderly kin who could hardly escape.
As a result,
They were both executed.
It was the boy’s enduring love for her kin that made him hurtle to his fate.




LOVE IS ...


Love is …
When a baby,
In its mother’s arms;
Experiencing  mother tender touch.
And baby,
Glancing at mother;
Melts into a bewitching smile.
A smile sending the bouncing baby,
Shivering-
Almost jumping out of its own skin.
A smile full of tender love,
Happiness, and
Gratitude.
The Universe in the baby, and
In the mother.
And the mother;
Reciprocating  her baby’s smile,
In assurance of her unconditional love-
To the new-born.
Yes,
What’s  love?!


Love is …
When a child,
Having wronged its mother;
Is punished by whipping.
The child cries and cries.
Then the offended turns back,
To console the offender;
By breast-feeding.
Thus the once offender is fed,
Watching at the mother,
Hopefully, and
With unwavering faith all will be well.
And with this assurance;
The baby is lulled,
Peacefully,
To sleep.
Such is it now;
Love and care.



Love is …
Husband and wife;
While bitterly quarreling
In the house.
There arrive the guests-
Unexpectedly.
Now the wife,
Suddenly wipes off her tears,
Forgets her sorrows,
And begins to dance in happiness and love.
That,
At least,
Visitors-
A blessing has come!
And she heartily greets and welcomes them,
With a hearty smile on her once tearful face!

Or again,
Love is …
Husband and wife;
Having been quarrelling
The night before.
Disagreeing until they agree …
To disagree;
Are seen
Early the following day,
Nicely dressed and happy.
Going shopping;
More united and happier than ever!
Letting bygones be bygones.

Love is …
Happily giving and enjoying it;
Even without
Expecting gratitude from the receiver, or
Without even worrying about ingratitude from the receiver,
In return.
Yes,
This…love!

Love is …
An illiterate African Mother,
Escorting her baby girl,
To school every weekday.
 And waiting to take the girl back
Come evening;
Ended up,
Realizing the benefits of acquiring formal education.
As a result,
Enrolled herself
To beat illiteracy on that score.
While accompanying her daughter
To and from school.
Thus,
Killing two birds with
The same silver bullet!

Love is …
An unconditional act,
Portrayed by the strict parent,
Who,
After punishing his disobeying kids;
Bought and brought home;
Gifts and goodies
For all the kids;
Not mentioning
A thing
About the previous punishment.
Or remembering a thing
Of the disobedience
In relation to the presents
He bought and brought
To his dear kids!









Saturday 20 September 2014

BROTHERLY LOVE


There is a short story,
A short African story of love.
Brotherly love;
About two young brothers,
Who,
To show their true love;
Ended up sharing
A very small,
Wild fruit,
The size of a wild berry;
As a positive sign
Of their love and care for each other.
Yes,
Bonded by
Love and
Blood.
Thus an African saying goes,
‘Two brothers shared a small wild fruit!’
To show love.