Random Thoughts and Things

Is Marriage Really Necessary In This Day And Age?

These are advancing times, my friends! The internet and technology have revolutionized not only our social political and lives, but our private lives as well. Our bedroom lives, if you will. Naked girls are just a mouse-click away. Boyfriend away on business? Skype sex him. Meet a “sexy 18 year old girl” on Mxit? Sext her. (Disclaimer: don’t be stupid. “she” is probably a forty year old pedophile in grey boxers and stripe socks. Get off your ass and go talk to real girls. Fyola). But I digress. The point I’m trying to make is, times have changed, and so have societies. What was once taboo is now commonplace. What was once commonplace is now outdated and mocked as “old-fashioned”.

So I ask the question, is marriage really necessary in this day and age? Let’s look at the facts. Marriage was two people in love or forced by their parents, depending on where you’re from, living together, sharing money, food, resources, time and investing emotion in each other. Sex and children obviously fell into it at some point. These days, people are moving in with each other and having children helter skelter. A girl moves in with her boyfriend. He buys her a car in her name, a house in her name, pays the bills, treats her right, and it’s all the bees knees. So why get married? Why mess with a perfectly working equation? Some even say marriage is just a certificate. It doesn’t really matter.

But where do morals end and “modern thinking” begin? Because you don’t need marriage for sex anymore, and babies are practically being sold at the Shoprite check-out counter. And let’s be honest, weddings are bloody expensive these days. No one wants two corollas and a spacio as their wedding motorcade. So shack up and call it modernization. If a man can cheat out of marriage he can cheat in marriage, and it’s harder to leave a life partner than a flatmate, isn’t it? But then again marriage is a God-ordained institution that should be respected, and it does have a few benefits. Like security, stability, and societal respect.

I don’t know… what do ya’ll think?

Overheard, Talking To Me

Lemme charge my phone…70%. U gave up. Yes.i was away for too long.she is looking at me with tearful mistrust. She thought i dont love her anymore. I feel you.So im apologising profusely. Caressing nshit. I hate that word. Caressing. It’s a disgusting word. It’s a pretty word. Its disgusting. I have a tea headache. I haven’t eaten yet. I think I’ll make a cuppa. You’ve become an old person. You can’t even make the effort to go to the club. Smh… Sean even invited me to a party at his house. I got up, went to the bathroom,ran the water then… “ah fuck it”. Now I’m in bed. I understand. I don’t leave the house, not even past the front door, unless I absolutely positively have no other choice. A slow descent into oldpersonhood. Ah I welcome it. It’s lovely. To just sit there and do absolutely nothing. Bliss. I think thats what heaven will be. It’s surprisingly tiring to do nothing though. It is. You go to bed completely exhausted. Tired out of your mind. Like I am now.. Brb. Moms calling.

For My Dearest..

Baby, don’t look at me now, like this, and think I have always been this way. I didn’t always eat the healthiest food, I didn’t always wear the most modest of clothes, I didn’t always treat your nana with such love and respect as I do now, I wasn’t always so strong and brave and sure and I definitely haven’t always loved men as good and strong as your daddy… baby, I guess your mama wasn’t who she is today way back then…
I went through a month of burgers, Doritos and pizza in a week sometimes, with enough soda to completely disintegrate all my teeth, and then some. I didn’t always brush my teeth before bed, or eat my greens, or pray before bed… I guess you could say I was a renegade.
I was scared sometimes, I was unsure about most of my choices, I made the wrong friends, I gave, and lost, and fought, and lost again… life was a vicious cycle of up and down that I hoped would somehow figure itself out.
I made some really bad decisions, I broke some undeserving hearts, I lied and never got caught, I cheated death a few times even, and felt invincible. I was selfish sometimes, childish at others, impossible most times… it was a golden time. But in hindsight, I could have given more, loved more purely, been more understanding of your poor grandparents who tried to love their child as best they could.
I was the worst of me so I could teach you to be the best of you. That’s why, baby, after everything I have survived, I think it’s safe to say do as I say, and not as I do.

Love Is As Love Does

Love is as love does. As is the adage for beauty, so it is for love. This word, this emotion, this feeling… much has been said, yet nothing has been decided. No one dare tell you, definitively, finally, to end all debate, what love is. How then, do we claim to experience that which we cannot even understand? What drives us to proclaim to the heavens and swear upon fevered breast our undying affections for the one who, at the time of said proclamation, is the very substance of our existence? How do we unravel the mystery that is love and lay it finally before all to understand? Quite simply, all…
Love is patient. I will wait on you, wait for you, with no complaint or reproach.
Love is kind. A smile, a gentle word, polite greeting, giving of yourself freely and charitably.
Love does not envy. Jealousy. That green eyed monster.
Love does not boast. What more can be said on the matter?
Love is not proud. Love is humility in the face of whatever may be thrown your way.
Love is not rude. I shall be polite to everyone I meet, whether they deserve it or not.
Love is not self-seeking. Is the essence of love, after all, not selfless service to another?
Love is not easily angered. Breath deep. Count to ten. Stay calm. Love.
Love keeps no record of wrongs. Forgive, but most importantly, forget.
Love does not delight in evil. Love is light, goodness, purity… it is not soiled with evil intent.
Love is truth. Always, at whatever cost, the truth shall make you free. Love is not bondage.
Love always protects, always trusts, always hopes.
Love never fails. It is people who have failed you. Not love.
I sincerely hope the seed of understanding has been planted in your heart. Love isn’t “different for different people”. Love is the same in every language, every race, every creed, every heart. It is the building constructed from the blueprint of Gods own heart. Don’t give up, don’t settle for less than what God has demanded you truly deserve.