True love conquers all
Apr 14, 2005
I wrote a moving tribute to the women who helped our beloved Pope John Paul II live that long and my phone battery was run down by calls on why I had put the pontiff in bed with nuns.
I wrote a moving tribute to the women who helped our beloved Pope John Paul II live that long and my phone battery was run down by calls on why I had put the pontiff in bed with nuns.
I had to read my article again to check for any smell of sex and I found none. Why do people look at a woman and see only the boobs?
I plead innocent.
Now I turn to Kings; the royal wedding on Saturday where two used bicycles successfully shoplifted each other.
It may not be the wedding of the century. But the marriage of Prince Charles, 56, and Camilla Parker Bowles, 57, is a triumph for middle-aged romantics everywhere and a testament that true love perseveres. I raided the Internet for gossip about the frustrated prince who, against all convention, married his mistress and gave hope to those who struggle to marry partners they love.
Charles and Camilla have interchanged dresses of friendship and love for most of 30 years. They transcended marriages to other people, barriers by relatives, public resentment and press eavesdrops of their pillow talk. Why don’t we roll their experience into a cigar and smoke it thoughtfully to learn one or two things.
It all started one afternoon when Camilla Shad, then 23, looked up the Prince of Wales and cheekily said, “My great-grandmother (Alice Keppel) was your great-great-grandfather’s (Edward VIII) mistress, so how about it?â€
The shy and rather awkward Charles must have chewed a piece of grass as the point sank. (Sisters, don’t shy away from throwing a bone to the dog you fancy).
When Charles delayed to publicly ask for ekisanja, Camilla threw off her dry banana leaves and matched down the isle with a cavalry officer, Andrew Parker Bowles. Why miss your rib when you can talk?
Charles was devastated. He resorted to shoplifting her with such success that ‘Uchumi guards’ even chose him to be the godfather of their first son Thomas in 1975. (Call for a commission of inquiry when your wife insists on a guy to godfather your son).
Soon, many pens and panties went missing and Andrew smelt a rat and shipped out. Camilla took it as a blessing.
She dug in but royal resistance put a red light. Muslims can demonstrate against the domestic relations bill’s interference in the rights of fathers to reject the daughter’s dogo but once love has etched itself onto the heart, not even dismissing a kwanjula entourage can win.
Prince Charles was charmed inside out. In Andrew Morton’s book, Diana: Her True Story, the late Diana told how Charles wore a pair of gold cufflinks Camilla gave him throughout their honeymoon. He carried Camilla’s pictures throughout. You see how forcing marriages never works?
Charles was forced to shoplift himself out to Camilla’s home. She had become a “non-negotiable†part of his life. Many wanted Charles to remain hitched to Diana because few can call Camilla beautiful, (The Sun called her ‘horse face’!) but the remote control was in her hands. You don’t have to be Nvanungi to wrestle down a man.
Soon Princess Diana became curious that Camilla was present at most of their courtship venues, kept advising her on what Charles likes, hates, plans etc. Now you know how to smoke out poachers.
In her famous television interview on BBC’s Panorama in 1995, she said she confronted Camilla at a party, demanding an end to the affair. But it was like MPs barking at Kakooza Mutale. She shipped out.
In July, 1997, while Charles hosted a party for Camilla’s 50th birthday at Highgrove, Diana took up Dodi Fayed’s offer of a holiday in the south of France. A few weeks later, she was dead. God rest her soul in peace.
Last week, as many Britons condemned the bride in an oyster-coloured suit with a lace-brimmed hat, they still looked in every way like FDC against the Movement; too toothless to do anything.
The course of true love never runs smoothly. But willingness to resume, forgive and forget always plasters the wounds. Potholes may even exist till the state house. Legal complications and security breaches may rock the boat, a pope can die and be buried on your proposed wedding day but you must remain composed. Had Charles been superstitious, he would have wondered whether Diana was not orchestrating events from the grave.
Lastly, if institutions red card your choice, don’t give up. Charles planned a slow but steady reintroduction of his bride to get the opponents used to her. From their first public kiss to increased display of public affection, the message was clear; “we are here, get used to it.â€
Eventually, the walls of resistance crumbled. The kisanja started to roll off well from the tongues of those who resisted it.
Now go forth and conquer the world.
Ends
I had to read my article again to check for any smell of sex and I found none. Why do people look at a woman and see only the boobs?
I plead innocent.
Now I turn to Kings; the royal wedding on Saturday where two used bicycles successfully shoplifted each other.
It may not be the wedding of the century. But the marriage of Prince Charles, 56, and Camilla Parker Bowles, 57, is a triumph for middle-aged romantics everywhere and a testament that true love perseveres. I raided the Internet for gossip about the frustrated prince who, against all convention, married his mistress and gave hope to those who struggle to marry partners they love.
Charles and Camilla have interchanged dresses of friendship and love for most of 30 years. They transcended marriages to other people, barriers by relatives, public resentment and press eavesdrops of their pillow talk. Why don’t we roll their experience into a cigar and smoke it thoughtfully to learn one or two things.
It all started one afternoon when Camilla Shad, then 23, looked up the Prince of Wales and cheekily said, “My great-grandmother (Alice Keppel) was your great-great-grandfather’s (Edward VIII) mistress, so how about it?â€
The shy and rather awkward Charles must have chewed a piece of grass as the point sank. (Sisters, don’t shy away from throwing a bone to the dog you fancy).
When Charles delayed to publicly ask for ekisanja, Camilla threw off her dry banana leaves and matched down the isle with a cavalry officer, Andrew Parker Bowles. Why miss your rib when you can talk?
Charles was devastated. He resorted to shoplifting her with such success that ‘Uchumi guards’ even chose him to be the godfather of their first son Thomas in 1975. (Call for a commission of inquiry when your wife insists on a guy to godfather your son).
Soon, many pens and panties went missing and Andrew smelt a rat and shipped out. Camilla took it as a blessing.
She dug in but royal resistance put a red light. Muslims can demonstrate against the domestic relations bill’s interference in the rights of fathers to reject the daughter’s dogo but once love has etched itself onto the heart, not even dismissing a kwanjula entourage can win.
Prince Charles was charmed inside out. In Andrew Morton’s book, Diana: Her True Story, the late Diana told how Charles wore a pair of gold cufflinks Camilla gave him throughout their honeymoon. He carried Camilla’s pictures throughout. You see how forcing marriages never works?
Charles was forced to shoplift himself out to Camilla’s home. She had become a “non-negotiable†part of his life. Many wanted Charles to remain hitched to Diana because few can call Camilla beautiful, (The Sun called her ‘horse face’!) but the remote control was in her hands. You don’t have to be Nvanungi to wrestle down a man.
Soon Princess Diana became curious that Camilla was present at most of their courtship venues, kept advising her on what Charles likes, hates, plans etc. Now you know how to smoke out poachers.
In her famous television interview on BBC’s Panorama in 1995, she said she confronted Camilla at a party, demanding an end to the affair. But it was like MPs barking at Kakooza Mutale. She shipped out.
In July, 1997, while Charles hosted a party for Camilla’s 50th birthday at Highgrove, Diana took up Dodi Fayed’s offer of a holiday in the south of France. A few weeks later, she was dead. God rest her soul in peace.
Last week, as many Britons condemned the bride in an oyster-coloured suit with a lace-brimmed hat, they still looked in every way like FDC against the Movement; too toothless to do anything.
The course of true love never runs smoothly. But willingness to resume, forgive and forget always plasters the wounds. Potholes may even exist till the state house. Legal complications and security breaches may rock the boat, a pope can die and be buried on your proposed wedding day but you must remain composed. Had Charles been superstitious, he would have wondered whether Diana was not orchestrating events from the grave.
Lastly, if institutions red card your choice, don’t give up. Charles planned a slow but steady reintroduction of his bride to get the opponents used to her. From their first public kiss to increased display of public affection, the message was clear; “we are here, get used to it.â€
Eventually, the walls of resistance crumbled. The kisanja started to roll off well from the tongues of those who resisted it.
Now go forth and conquer the world.
Ends