Another thing I like about flying is that it is only in planes you will find stack strangers gisting for hours non-stop, and then once the plane lands, they shake hands and forget each other almost immediately. People make all kinds of small talk in the plane, from personal to universal, you name it. I think what generally drives the gist is that factor of mutual destiny, 'we are stuck with each other till the end of the flight, we either talk or stare in boredom''. The second is the factor of mutual understanding. This understanding sort of lays the ground rule for the engagement. It clearly says 'this discussion has no strings attached, at the end of the flight we shake hands and go our separate ways'.
So it happened that I was in a flight recently, and sat beside this beautiful dark skinned sister, and you know the drill, she was stuck with me and we chose not to stare in boredom, so we talked, of course about all sorts of things, the weather, then the flight, then the food that was served, then the airline, then about the pretty hostesses in the plane, and most interestingly, how one of them, on one of her trips abroad asked her why foreign girls especially 'whites' like Nigerian men. That part interested me; dudes likes to know what make them hot. We spoke about a few things, maybe the confidence with which Nigerian men talk when they are out of the country, maybe that air of arrogance they carry with them, maybe their unusual loudness and know it all attitude. And then the story quickly shifted to how those "oyibo' girls are great lovers. By the way, have you noticed how they do their own loving, they love you as if love is going to go out of fashion, they will love you so much they would even tattoo your name on their body. They will buy flowers, buy chocolate, hold each other on the street, in front of everybody (and nothing is wrong with that) and so on, But have you noticed how that 'hot love' suddenly turns to HATE? The same guy that was loved like bread loves butter, like soap loves foam, like tea loves sugar, that same person, soon becomes so hated that you are like, where did all that 'loving' go?
The same guy and girl that won't let passers-by enjoy their evening walk without seeing "contraband" now are at each other’s throat. The media is awash with those kinds of stories, see this Oscar Pistorius case for example, only God and Oscar Pistorius knows why Pistorius carried pistol and shot the babe in the bathroom, through the bathroom door. Other stories abound everywhere, crimes of passion they call them. The same girl that loves the guy now wants him dead at all cost. They could not bear to stay off one another; today they can't bear to know that the other person is still alive. They are like the honey bee love bug - the queen bee. For a while the whole of the drone's (Male bee) world revolves around her, and once he mates her, he must either die or be banished. The love quickly turns around as quickly as it started. Someone called it sexual suicide. Sexual suicide is not love
People say that the there is a thin line between love and hate, I don't think so. There cannot be a thin line between love and hate, maybe between lust and hate or between infatuations and hate, or between erotic love and hate. Real love isn't that easily transmutable. Real love is kind, real love is patient, real love is not easily angered, real love is not boastful, arrogant, and rude nor seeks to dishonour the other. Love bug's love is 'hot love', it is self-serving. It seeks solely its own pleasure and its own good. It turns to hate as quickly as it once looked like love. It merely looks on the physical and nothing more. It must be pleased at all times; it must be the centre of all the lover's discussions. I want to be a true lover, not a love bug. I think it is time we re-evaluate our love lives careful, and step into a higher love that values, that respects, that is kind and patient, and not be a love bug just enthralled by the physical and ephemeral. Let love be without dissimulation, let it be the real thing. Selah!