Love Is Red

Feels like a Valentine’s post. Maybe it is, maybe it isn’t but if you’re willing to find out why Love Is Red… enjoy the ride.

The street vendor tells me that love is those red roses that he’s got on sale. They’re more pricey than but hey there is a cost to love, isn’t there? Love is the red dress, red wine and maybe the red teddy bear.

I have learnt that if he loves you then he’ll shower you with these red gifts. The red picture is painted as a transaction of sorts and many have learnt to give their all so that the love may remain red.

Still,there is another type of love He who doesn’t love doesn’t know God, for God is love… We know and have believed the love which God has for us. God is love, and he who remains in love remains in God, and God remains in him.
I John 4:8 & 16 (WEB)

God is eternally one, of a single mind and purpose, unchanging. Therefore, if God is love, He is love forever, from before the creation of the world until after the end of time. He is love that never changes. He is not love today and hate tomorrow. He is not love in some situations and indifference in others. He is not love until I disobey him and then vengeance, love forgotten. His character is not dependent on my actions. All of his acts and all of his purpose are consistent with love.

The most well known verse is John 3:16, “For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life.” So one way God defines love is in the act of giving. However, what God gave (or should we say, “who” God gave) was not a mere gift-wrapped present; God sacrificed His only Son so that we, who put our faith in His Son, will not spend eternity separated from Him. This is an amazing love, because we are the ones who choose to reject God, yet it’s God who mends the separation through His intense personal sacrifice, and all we have to do is accept His gift.

When I think of the gift, I think of the cross. When I think of the cross, I think of the blood. When I think of the blood, I think of his love. The blood that was shed on the cross is red. So when you think of love, remember this Love Is Red.

Happy Belated Valentines Y’all.

Love is red

P.O.Box 28, Friend zone

Lately, there has been much talk about the friend zone. At least in my circles (which seem to be more oval than round) Anyway, where were we? in the friend zone.

This word has been around for a minute and roughly means the point at which ‘Chick’ sees ‘Dude’ as a friend and nothing more.

Well, what’s so wrong with the friend zone? Nothing, if you ask me. But then again you didn’t ask. From my little intel (nothing Synovate or Infotrack going on here) Guys hate the friend zone or they pretend to.

According to the Urban Dictionary- The Friend Zone: A state of being where a male inadvertently becomes a ‘platonic friend’ of an attractive female who he was trying to initiate a romantic relationship. Females have been rumoured to arrive in the Friend Zone, but reports are unsubstantiated.

Who is at fault for zoning, the friend zoner or the friend zonee?

Many have said friend zoning is like going to a job interview where they like your CV but say ‘Sorry we can’t hire you but can you please, please hang around?’

You see an interview is an interview is an interview. That’s to say, everything about it is deliberate. You apply, you show up and if you don’t like the terms you are free to scoot.

It pays to state your intentions upfront because anyone who thinks that they can persuade the other into a relationship via being a friend is not special, but deluded. Deluded because friendships don’t always end up in ‘those’ relationships and sometimes you end up losing a really good friendship coz you decided to de/unfriend zone it.

Wait a minute, stating intentions is ok for guys but my 3^rd world country hasn’t quite accepted it, neither has my 3^rd world mind.

That said; let’s not get it twisted coz chicks also get friend zoned.

You mean girls get Friend zoned?

(Insert laughter here)

Oh boy, it happens all the time. I for one have been friend zoned like 12,984 times and counting. However, the good news is, life is sometimes fair.

Sauce for the goose and the gander alike! Right now, I’d like to make a special shout out to all the guys who think that the society is unfair because they get friend zoned by girls, I have news for you: Girls get friend zoned, too. Really!!

For real?

The norm is, the guys make the moves and the girl can do nothing but chill out. The girl’s got to make sure she’s not sending the wrong martian signals. Say hello to ‘Chick’. She really likes this guy called ‘Dude’ and with her simple but ambiguous Facebook updates and Tweets about ‘Dude’ she is already risking her emotions.

‘Chick’ lives in anticipation of conversations with ‘Dude’ hopeful that someday he will reciprocate what she’s feeling. @Chick’ invests so much mafeelings for ‘Dude’ and even has a codename for him. (I’ll be here when you finish laughing). So one time, thirty seven years later ‘Dude’ kind of admits that should there be any girl in the small circle they roll in whom he would have a crush on, that would be ‘Chick’.

Hearts jumping with joy, waterfalls, such things, ‘Chick’ gets so excited, she starts wearing pink, cute things. So later ‘Chick’ tells dude about the codename etc .His response is the codename flatters him, and thanks ‘Chick’ for being honest. Then ‘Dude’ goes on to say: “’Chick’, you’re great but I can only be your friend.”

Her desire to call ‘Cube Movers’ and ask them for the rates of transporting her furniture and keepsakes from Earth to Mars is somewhat justified. Now ‘Chick’ doesn’t hate dude, she’s just extremely embarrassed and had she not been honest she probably would have saved their friendship.

Excuse: women are way more emotional and have more pain receptors than guys do so it must hurt for them more.

As the world turns, there are some people who will never get out of the friend zone, yes eternally zoned. http://www.buzzfeed.com/daves4/20-guys-who-will-never-get-out-of-the-friend-zone

I’m no relationship expert and I am not here to provide any solutions. After my semi inane rambling, in the words of Doris Day, I say ‘Que sera sera – What will be, will be’

VIVA LA FRIEND ZONE

Everyday

Almost everyday, I wake up with a plan. I know what I want to achieve and how to get around it. I’m not a morning person and I struggle just to get my eyelids open. But when I eventually get round to it, I embrace that plan.

 

I hate conversation in the mornings and stick to one-word answers. Well, that’s just who I am. I can never pick out my clothes the day before. I have days when all my clothes seem ugly to me and other days, I’m spoilt for choice.

 

Once I get past my morning blues, I’m ready to face the day. I’m ready to make things happen. Funny but on most days, it seems that the elements are working hard to see me have an unsuccessful day. If it’s not this, it’s the other. Traffic, Power blackouts, scorching sun, dropped calls, lousy internet, bad friends, a running nose and maybe just maybe a lost purse.

 

Some days, I push past the elements but on other days I let them get the best of me. Yes, I said I let them. I accept the weariness, the fatigue and slouch back and watch the day go by. I do have a choice. Well, sometimes I make the wrong choices knowing very well that I have ventured one step further from that thing we call excellence.

 

I’m only human, my cells need to grow. My skin needs to replace itself..yakkedy shmakkeddy. I could go on. I’ve already concluded my story when I agreed that I have a choice. I can push on in spite of the elements. Life happens so I need to happen right back. Some things about me like the fact that I hate conversation in the mornings are all good but I cant let the elements get the best of me. I need to rise up early to beat the traffic. I must find other things to do when there is no electricity ( agood old book never hurt anyone) I can get some sunscreen before I step into the scorching sun. A pair of stunners would be brilliant. I can get a life beyond Social Media (OMG, LOL) I can still love the bad friends or … hmmmm let’s just stick at loving them. An apple a day wont be a bad idea, anything to keep th sniffles way. Yes… I could go shopping and replace that lost purse.

 

When all is said and blogged, life aint that bad. Actually life is beautiful. I’ll probably stay up watching a movie, struggle waking up in the morning and do this all again tomorrow. Difference is… I’ll love the day, I’ll love the elements and yes, yes, yes, I will love you!

 

Don’t Second Guess Me

His brown eyes pierced my being in that sort of way. His jokes revived my sense of humor that was long gone. He made me smile.

Everything about him was wonderful. He was the guy I’d read about in the story books..well not quite, except for the fact that his blue eyes were brown and his hair didn’t get lifted by the wind. He was it. Except for that little feeling that I got when he lied to me the first time.

I convinced myself that it was just a little lie. A teensy weensy lie. I didn’t confront him because I didn’t want to start any trouble. I justified the lie and acted like everything was ok. From that point on he and I became one big lie.

His eyes didn’t change, his jokes got even better and yes…his lies increased. He must have been a master fisher because I played the part of the fish at the end of the line.A fish that was addicted to getting fished. A fish that knew the worm was just a prop but headed towards it anyway. A funny cycle…no actually a stupid cycle of lie, lies and more lies. I’m a woman you know! A little gangsta, a whole lot ghetto, 100% Luhya but yeah I’m a woman alright. They say a woman’s got that sixth sense. Some call it intuition or a hunch. Others call it the inner voice but I call it me. I’ve heard me many times before, often in the midst of stupid stuff. Every woman hears me (I bet Avril heard me too). I’ve heard me, I’ve listened to me but I’ve chosen to ignore me and I have a myriad of scars to show for it.

One day, the sun shone. It didn’t bounce off his hair. On this day his eyes didn’t pierce my being, not one bit. His jokes fell flat like a Coke that had remained open for days. Then he lied to me. I couldn’t believe the nerve he had but I should have been used to it. The bold man opened his mouth and lied again. His lies made my eyes brighten up. I smiled. He smiled. There and then I listened to me unflinchingly telling him off. It felt so good. I felt so free. He started to get angry; I could see his lips moving as his emotion changed to somewhat apologetic. His brown eyes, his jokes couldn’t save him now. He started to speak but I walked away because I didn’t need another lie.