Love carefully, love kills
Nov 11, 2009
Yesterday, another person was killed by a lover! I actually do not know any but if you scanned our beloved country, you will certainly come up with several. In fact, this can easily be our daily headline if our pressmen covered the entire country the way
Hilary Bainemigisha
Yesterday, another person was killed by a lover! I actually do not know any but if you scanned our beloved country, you will certainly come up with several. In fact, this can easily be our daily headline if our pressmen covered the entire country the way disappointment does these days.
For love has become another death trap which we still enter singing songs of joy, dwell in living our usual selfish lives and feeling privileged like cows being fattened for slaughter. When the hammer falls, we blame people but in reality, there is nothing love can’t make you do!
Last Tuesday, the country woke up to the news of General Kazini’s death, allegedly at the hands of his lover. The general of the Uganda Peoples’ Defence Forces, could not defend himself against love. Nobody can. You survive all the bullets, shells, ambushes and plots only to be floored by that which fears nobody, including the gods; love.
And since Tuesday, more loves are being born, going bad, torturing their partners and dumping them. That is why I have come not to give funeral speeches but to show you how you can live longer in spite of the fact that you are in love. Love kills and what is worse is that we don’t seem to know. Those who do, don’t seem to care!
A jilted lover is more dangerous than Uganda’s traffic accidents. In football, everyone expects the defender to stop the ball from entering their own net.
An own goal in the final moments of a knock out tournament devastates everybody including the culprit. But in the game of love, many jilted lovers actually plan the own goal several times before they actually get to do it. Others just do it without thinking. It is a kiss and kill affair. When crocodiles eat their own eggs, you know that nobody can be safe.
I wish everybody can start thinking like this: Contrary to all the literature written about it, love is actually a disease. It first disarms you of reason.
The wise man becomes baffled and speaks of nothing but madness. A person without reason is like a dog without nostrils, totally lost.
Secondly, it makes you believe that life is not worth living without Beloved. Your lover translates into oxygen and sunlight, without which, everything else ceases to matter. So when the engine that makes your heart pump stabs you in the back, the disappointment is different from any you can get from your friend, colleague at work, Government or CHOGM accountability. It is worse. The height at which your emotions soar in love easily translates into the depth at which your disappointment can sink.
It comes full of demons poking up their heads pointing at all sorts of weapons you can use to kill your lover. Beloved becomes Behated and nobody can predict what you cannot do to the person you shared utmost passion once upon a time.
The great lesson, ladies and gentlemen is that even before you finish reading this article, stop thinking for your partner. If you know you cannot kill over a disappointment, don’t assume your partner won’t do the same. If your answer to intimacy-gone-bad is moving on, don’t assume everyone reads from the same script. Some people will commit suicide, but others will crack your skull.
So, handle your lover carefully. Even when you have all the resources to attract every other person, know that the person whose heart you are playing with does not reason like normal people do. In total frustration, love can instruct them to switch off your life. Not even your qualifications, profession, medals, popularity or sh900m will keep you alive.
hbainemigisha@newvision.co.ug
Yesterday, another person was killed by a lover! I actually do not know any but if you scanned our beloved country, you will certainly come up with several. In fact, this can easily be our daily headline if our pressmen covered the entire country the way disappointment does these days.
For love has become another death trap which we still enter singing songs of joy, dwell in living our usual selfish lives and feeling privileged like cows being fattened for slaughter. When the hammer falls, we blame people but in reality, there is nothing love can’t make you do!
Last Tuesday, the country woke up to the news of General Kazini’s death, allegedly at the hands of his lover. The general of the Uganda Peoples’ Defence Forces, could not defend himself against love. Nobody can. You survive all the bullets, shells, ambushes and plots only to be floored by that which fears nobody, including the gods; love.
And since Tuesday, more loves are being born, going bad, torturing their partners and dumping them. That is why I have come not to give funeral speeches but to show you how you can live longer in spite of the fact that you are in love. Love kills and what is worse is that we don’t seem to know. Those who do, don’t seem to care!
A jilted lover is more dangerous than Uganda’s traffic accidents. In football, everyone expects the defender to stop the ball from entering their own net.
An own goal in the final moments of a knock out tournament devastates everybody including the culprit. But in the game of love, many jilted lovers actually plan the own goal several times before they actually get to do it. Others just do it without thinking. It is a kiss and kill affair. When crocodiles eat their own eggs, you know that nobody can be safe.
I wish everybody can start thinking like this: Contrary to all the literature written about it, love is actually a disease. It first disarms you of reason.
The wise man becomes baffled and speaks of nothing but madness. A person without reason is like a dog without nostrils, totally lost.
Secondly, it makes you believe that life is not worth living without Beloved. Your lover translates into oxygen and sunlight, without which, everything else ceases to matter. So when the engine that makes your heart pump stabs you in the back, the disappointment is different from any you can get from your friend, colleague at work, Government or CHOGM accountability. It is worse. The height at which your emotions soar in love easily translates into the depth at which your disappointment can sink.
It comes full of demons poking up their heads pointing at all sorts of weapons you can use to kill your lover. Beloved becomes Behated and nobody can predict what you cannot do to the person you shared utmost passion once upon a time.
The great lesson, ladies and gentlemen is that even before you finish reading this article, stop thinking for your partner. If you know you cannot kill over a disappointment, don’t assume your partner won’t do the same. If your answer to intimacy-gone-bad is moving on, don’t assume everyone reads from the same script. Some people will commit suicide, but others will crack your skull.
So, handle your lover carefully. Even when you have all the resources to attract every other person, know that the person whose heart you are playing with does not reason like normal people do. In total frustration, love can instruct them to switch off your life. Not even your qualifications, profession, medals, popularity or sh900m will keep you alive.
hbainemigisha@newvision.co.ug