Martin Luther King Jr says he had a dream where his family will be judged by the content of their character and not the colour of their skin. He preached societal love, on the other hand, William Shakespeare in his words says;I always feel happy, you know why? Because I don’t expect anything from anyone, Expectations always hurt. Life is short, so love your life, be happy and keep smiling. He preached self love. What is love literally? Love could be a strong affection for something or someone or to be strongly inclined towards something, an emphatic from of like.
When I was growing, i grew up in love, felt some hatred out of my abode, shared love with some, hated some and indifferent about some. What is love I said to myself? Love is what you share with people that you love either they are good or bad, and not to the people that are not appealing to you. That was my initial definition of love, but as time fades off and the day tilts, and the growing speeds up, I started to get the true meaning of love. In recent times, I got to know that love is a natural gift that is sincere, pure, and embracing irrespective of the tribe, colour, age, class, religion, achievement, appealing or not, but as long as you are a living being, you deserve to be embraced.
However, the act of loving is scarce in our society, but the word love is seemingly spoken often. Lovers do say; “I love you” even when they do not like at all, brethren in some gatherings hug and say they love one another even when one is envious of another for putting on dope outfit. Believers do what is not suitable in the presence of their God and post on their social media some graphics that carry how much love they have for their creator. Evil prevails, killings, kidnapping, greediness, and the likes and some say they love their country or religion.
In the same vein, it is love we proclaim that we watch poverty go to an extreme, a state where some live in the slum, sleep under the bridge, feed from hand to mouth, beg and get crucified and dressed like mad people on the streets.
This is a scandal against love, a knock on its head, I can see blood dripping on its face.
How do we deal with the scandal that love is faced with, When will the reputation of love be restored and bear it’s true cross? This is mortal and it must be erased, but only if we can embrace one another irrespective of our differences and scream out loud that the scandal against love is indeed mortal.