Who else to ask but HRH Makhosetwe (King of Nations) now King Mswati III. But since he is not able to grace us with his presence at this time we have to seek elsewhere for answers.
Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. That is just being in love which any of us can convince ourselves we are. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. Your mother and I had it, we had roots that grew towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossom had fallen from our branches we found that we were one tree and not two.
Captain Corelli's Mandolin
Congs! Liz for doing this.
ReplyDeleteV'tine for nowdays is being celebreted in a different way.
habari Mtanzania, asante sana kwa kunitembelea. Nitajitahidi na kuhakiksisha hili blog liwe bomba. Habari za newala?
ReplyDeleteLiz
Hili blog limetulia, naaminia, tunapata news tofauti tofauti na has kwa bara letu la Africa.
ReplyDeletebig up saana