Penny Wise, Love Foolish
Is love open handedness? Giving? A liberal hand? A charitable outlook? A non-maleficent, profuse benevolence? Father Christmas in July? I have learned that you can give without loving, but you can not love without giving. This true euphemism is the substrate for love’s corruption.
The historical case study of the assassination of an obese Moabite king by a left handed Israeli in the pre- 1951 unorganised Mossad teaches us that the fact that someone gives you the moon doesn’t mean that she loves you. The assassin brought open tribute in gold, silver, precious stones and death by a hidden stiletto. My Naira can be tribute. My Yen can be casual. My Euro can be bribe. My Rupee can be bait. My Rand can be the payment for goods and services. Goods and services- what’s love got to do with it? Just take it and follow me. The same hand that presented the tribute held the one cubit dagger that spilled the king’s entrails. Ehud was a murderer who gave. Gave and killed. Give and take.
On a dark page of history, German doctors gave a shower and took the lives with gas. The pied piper gives and plays the tune, takes the children. While things may not be that dramatic, a guy could take you out for lunch in the most expensive diner on the Island or pay for your bus ride, get you a customised 2011 Benz 4matic straight from the German factory or spoil you with a box of chocolates and still not love you. A boss could pay your salary and not love you. A guy could buy you a laced Chapman with his right hand and drug you with his left hand. So all that girlfriend hairdresser gossip like, ‘He proved that he really loves me- he gave me a 21-carat ring from Dubai,’ sounds a bit weird. That’s what he wants you to think- even if he’s a six-timing two-face. That’s why sponsored lunches at Mr. Biggs, KFC, Tantalizers, Chicken Republic and Alhaja Ayo’s don’t fly. Maybe a visit to the zoo to watch the lions feeding does. You feed the chicken before killing it. There is such a thing as the fattened calf. I do not love you.
I am a business man negotiating my deal over lunch. I am a fisherman hanging my bait on a steel hook at the end of a transparent nylon line over the boat’s edge in deep waters. I am a long con artist and maga maker lining your pockets and stirring your greed. Make no mistake- I do not love you. I can not love you.
"if i give everything i own to the poor,and even go to the stakes to be burned as a martyr but i dont love i've gotten nowhere.so no matter what i say,what i believe,what i do,i'm bankrupt without love"
ReplyDeletehmmmn! my thoughts exactly.
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