Love, that's the point.

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"The crowd fades away
Leaving only you and i in the room
Guided by Vusinova's Ndizakulinda
We slow-dance across the room
Forgeting everything
Including the steps we practiced so much.
It doesn't matter.
It doesn't matter.
Our feet are not dancing here, my love.
It is my heart and yours.
Celebrating the moment we waited
so long for."
-S.C.Netha❤

At the risk of being judged by the "woke" youth who are too busy (or broke, lol) for love i would like to make a confession. The above moment is what i look forward to the most in life. I don't know how many times i have imagined it, in fact, i have decided that i would forgo the wedding cake just for the slow dance. And i can't even dance!

I'm sure you are wondering why a whole feminist, non-conformist and liberated woman would want a wedding dance to be the greatest moment of her life. Why not my graduation, first car or property? Why does a feminist want to get married anyway, isn't she anti-men? First of all: Feminism does not equal anti-men and, second of all
Vusinova's voice is crazy amazing!

Plus i value people over things and it makes more sense to me to place a more sentimental value on my "people-moments" rather than my "thing-moments. Oh yes, the phrase "thing-moments" is a thing now (Laughs in English is not my mother.)

"Thing-moments" like graduations, new cars, promotions, Nobel-prizes, Pulitzer prizes, new houses are amazing and i look forward to them too. I remember that i recently geeked out at a friend of mine who won a Bulawayo Arts Award because that stuff is seriously amazing and we should be happy because we worked for it. I remember though, that in my last blog-post i talked about people being my "reasons". I meant every word.

I referred to them as "reasons" because my life is a testimony to the fact that love, our love and the people we give it to will outlive us. My biological mother, my first reason, passed away when i was eight years old and, like an organized and independent woman( Drake wrote Nice for What with her in mind actually lol), she left behind some money in a trust for me and my brothers. But, 2008 happened and that money devalued faster that you can say Robert Gabriel Mugabe. I never saw that money or got the opportunity to use it and it makes me so mad to think that my mom had done everything and yet it was still not enough.

So i never got to use that money but do you want to know what i did see? The love she sowed. The people my mother showed love to, her reasons, show me that she didn't waste oxygen on this earth. Her younger sisters ( who did, and still are, an amazing job raising me btw) , her mother (who is the best grandmother in the whole world), her late father ( who might as well have been my dad with the way he stood up for me) ,my brothers (who are the best hype-men and trolls in the world) , my dad ( who is also constantly showing me how important people are) and her old workmates are honestly worth more than any amount of money.(unless you're planning on sending me money, then ten grand would be awesome thanks) Seriously though, if I'm to leave anything behind for my children then let it be love.

Moral of the story? Love in all it's shapes and forms, my love, love!
Love, that's the point! Love is the one currency that will never devalue, simply because it is God. God is love and God built us for love. I'm always so perplexed at the number of people who claim to be "all out of love" or "done with people" and I'm sorry about that. But you have so much love and light to bring into other people's lives it would be a tragedy if that died with you.

You don't have to jump into romatic relationships either, friendships are important too. Yes i dream about that first dance but i also take my friendships seriously and try to love and take care of my friends as best as i can. Platonic intimacy is important to me and it is honestly way better to talk honestly with people who you love without the pressure of wanting to impress because you want to "smash" or go out with them. Even if you die single or never meet your ultimate romantic partner you still have reasons to love. You should open up to people and let them enjoy some of the sunlight you keep bottled up in there.

My friends will tell you that they knew i was a crazy person within a short space of time simply because; a) i don't know how to act cool; b) I'm of the opinion that life is too short for pretenses. I do find myself trying to act unbothered just so i can fit in but then i quickly realise that I'm wasting time. And that my purpose in this life is not to conform, but to love. So i try as hard as i can to love all my reasons with the craziness, passion and intensity that only i can manage.

I will fly that #PlatonicIntimacy flag high in this world that wants to teach us to be cold and unloving. This world that is teaching young people that opening up is bad. I plan on writing another piece on just how toxic it is for us to not be able to reach out to each other when we were made for each other. To love each other. In the meantime however, remember this:

"And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love."
-1 Corinthians 13:13
I love you. I'm praying for you and i hope you learn to love your reasons abundantly because love.


That's the point❤



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