Once upon a time,
Courtship was an art.
It was a polished skill,
A definition of a complete man and woman.
Courtship was a period of sublime experience,
A time of finesse and beautiful exploration of a partner’s mind and soul.
Courtship was a revered language of lovers.
But not anymore.
That is all gone and only memories are left.
The game changed.
The players changed.
And then courtship died the night before.
Courtship has become a battle of the sexes.
Courtship has become a bloody and brutal game. Finding your way in courtship nowdays is not unlike charting away in dangerous sea waters infested with blood-thirsty sharks and pirates.
Courtship has become a merciless appraisal and feasibility study by the opposites sexes.
It is all about ‘what do you have and what can you do for me lover friend?’
The city streets are littered with broken hearts.
Materialism rules the roost.
After striking it rich,
We become so pleased with ourselves.
But sooner than later,
Birds come home to roost.
Reality sinks in and we realize that there’s no soul in our partners. Just a humanoid out to claim the world who cares less about the human condition and the sunshine it shines in a life. Happiness and joy soon escape through the bedroom window, never to return.
And we start a new search for love,
But we quickly discover that no one is interested in that stupid emotion.
Can you build an empire with silly love?
Can you eat love?
Can you pay bills with love?
Caught in courtship……
© Copyright 2012 Ayoub Mzee