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Where did the rain start beating us?

Sons of my mothers, what happened or is happening to us? Love, it once was a name that struck the chords in people’s hearts. It was that word that turned men into day dreamers and women into queens of the moonlight fantasies. The sights and sounds of love melted hearts and weakened knees, made one lose words and interrupted the movement of limbs. Love, is it still there? Times are changing and love is fast losing its meaning and importance. Relationships are now governed by jealousy, fear and insecurities, snooping of phones and emails and even stalking. Love no longer bring the flutters that came with it, it nowadays walks in with jitters. Love either burns too hot or freezes too cold and when it walks out, it leaves in its wake a mess of a woman and a man suspended from the roof by a rope. Where did the rain start beating us?
To be truthful, when you fall in love, do you still fall smooth? I think people nowadays fall in love with a thud. You go in smiling but deep in your heart something is nudging you, preparing you for the big fall out. You envision the desperation before your love is even born. Love is nowadays a sport, a marathon to see who will break the other’s heart first, who will be the first to worm their way into who’s legs first and break the their pride. What happened to the good music that would suspend one into the clouds? All we hear nowadays are male bass voices shouting Fs and Bs and Ps, the new definition of narcissistic and one sided love. Where did the rain start beating us?
Murders, are they new? Cases of people shot and others found in ditches with twenty knife holes in them. What is happening to this generation? Men high on self-induced machismo and stoned on the cocaine of chauvinism, men who would never agree to disagree. Does love have to end that way? Does she have to walk away with a black eye or with a heart laden with sorrow? Money is the motivation for love nowadays, the fatter your pockets the more handsome you are. You are thin and with a twisted mouth, well, that Ferrari will mask your inadequacies. Where did the rain start beating us people?

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