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Destined for greatness

Tue, 09 Mar 2010 13:01:46 +0100

My daughter Amanda has done it again, PASSED with distinctions.
"O" Level results
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I am speechless with joy and pride

Everyone is worth listening to

Wed, 03 Feb 2010 14:48:21 +0100

Junior, a close friend of mine brings a positive energy and life into any room she enters. She focuses her entire attention on you and listens while you talk to her so much that you feel that she cares about you and appreciates you as a person and when she responds to you she shows that she is not judging you at all. She does this not only to her close friends and relatives but everyone she meets and as a result of this most people love Junior. Just by interacting with me in friendship Junior taught me a simple concept, so simple I couldn't believe I'd never known it. Prior to befriending Junior I tended to be withdrawn when in the company of strangers or of people whom I thought didn't like me, I was afraid that they would judge me wrongly and Junior taught me not to worry about being judged wrongly. She said those people were probably also worrying about how I would judge them and it was up to either them or myself to make the first move to bridge the gap between us and warm up to each other. Junior's words smarted and from that day onwards I became very sociable and instead of seeing judgement in the eyes of others, I recognised the need people have to make a connection and to share something about themselves. I discovered a world of people I never would have known otherwise. Each interaction I made with a person became an adventure of discovery, each person a lesson in life. The wealthy, the poor, the powerful and the lonely, all were as full of dreams and doubts as I and each had a unique story to tell, if only I had the ears to hear.

On a coach to Cape Town I began talking to a man everyone was avoiding because he was slurring his speech as if drunk. It turned out that he was recovering from a stroke. He took pains, talking like a toddler who is learning to talk to tell me his life experiences, told me that he had been staying in USA and the Recession of 2008 had gobbled down the drain all his retirement investments and he had resorted to feeding himself by firing his shotgun into a pond and gathering up the stunned fish that floated to the surface. When he had eaten all the fish that was in the pond and didn't know where to get his next meal he had a stroke and then his nephew and only living relative who stayed in Cape Town had to travel to USA to collect him and look after him. When we reached our destination and were about to disembark from the coach he grabbed my hand and looked into my eyes with tears in his eyes and said, "Thanks for listening, most people don't bother talking to me or listening to my slurred speech." He didn't have to thank me, the pleasure of listening to him had all been mine because I know that just by listening to other people's life stories I will be helping them to offload their emotional baggage. At one time a hair dresser shared with me the joy of watching the residents of an orphanage leap with joy after receiving a new hairstyle for free from her, the joy and pride that she had as she told me about it made me happy.

How often most people allow such opportunities to reach out and connect to other people just by listening to what they have to say, pass by. The girl who everyone thinks is homely, the boy with the odd clothes, all those people have stories to tell, as surely as you do and like you they dream that someone is willing to hear. This is what Junior knew all along, she knew that it was best to like people first and ask questions later. See if the light that you shine on others isn't reflected back on you a hundredfold.

The cellphone gap

Wed, 16 Dec 2009 15:51:08 +0100

No one appreciates the invention of the cellphone more than some of us who started dating at a time when cellphones had not yet been invented and had to make do with so many communication breakdowns. Now knowing that your loved ones are only a cellphone call away or an sms text message away where ever you will be really feels like heaven on earth. Communication has been made so easy and simple and many relationships have been nurtured and caused to bloom through cellphone communications. Most people have become addicted to the cellphone so much that without it they feel like a part of themselves has been severed. Yes cellphones have bridged communication gaps in relationships.

Just as much as cellphones have helped build relationships they have also helped to tear asunder relationships as some love partners when together were seen to concentrate more on their cellphone communications than on each other as illustrated by the photograph above. It is such behavior that creates what I choose to call a cellphone gap in love relationships. Or as the betrayal of unfaithful partners were found out through reading their cellphone text messages or listening to them conversing on their cellphones. Now there is a saying that if you want to know just how faithful and honest your love partner is just see if he/she is free to leave his/her cellphone with you without locking it, also notice if he/she answers the phone freely when he/she is with you. Unfaithful partners have been known to switch off their cellphones when they are with their partners or they don't switch off but would go and answer their cellphones away from where their partner can hear the conversation or if they do answer they keep on saying hello, hello as if they can't hear what the other person at the end of the communication link is saying. Oh, yes cellphones are tools that one can use to gauge if a love partner is faithful, honest and trustworthy, they tear down the fake love bridges in the relationship.

Cellphones are the best thing that ever happened to love relationships for they bridge the communication gap as well as tear down the fake love bridges in the relationship.

When speech is silent

Fri, 11 Dec 2009 09:10:41 +0100

Ever experienced a comfortable silence when speech would spoil the beautiful moment, a moment that requires you to
wallow in it in silence so that the experience really seeps into your mind, your heart and your soul and gets etched
there as a cherished moment? There are times when speech has to be silent for all the five senses to be pronounced.
A silent touch that says I am here for you for I care deeply about you. A silent look across a crowded room from your
partner that says I love you or I find you attractive. A silence after tasting food that says this is sub-standard or
mediocre cooking. A silence after hearing something, that says I choose not to contribute to such a conversation. A
silence that says I feel overwhelmed. Yes, silence can speak volumes.

It's not always that we need to speak, there are moments when our eyes speak for us, moments when our hands speak for
us or to put it simply moments when our actions speak for us. It is said that actions speak louder than words and that
is very true. Imagine having to tell someone that you love her or him with actions without saying, "I love you." How
would you do it? Believe me, whatever action you decide to use to convey the love will have more impact than simply
uttering the phrase, "I love you," because actions are more convincing than spoken words. When speech is silent
actions become very loud and clear.

Utter silence is far from being devoid of charm. Words can not convey the almost voluptuous sweetness of the
feelings experienced when mind and senses develop their sensibility in silence through continual observations and
reflections. In silence I am able to connect with myself and do some soul-searching without anything to make my
thoughts wander. The soul speaks its truth only under quiet, inviting, and trustworthy silent conditions for it is
like a wild animal, tough, resilient, savvy, self-sufficient, and yet exceedingly shy. If we want to see a wild animal,
the last thing we should do is to go crashing through the woods, shouting for the creature to come out. But if we are
willing to walk silently into the woods and sit silently for an hour or two at the base of a tree, the creature we are
waiting for may well emerge, and out of the corner of an eye we will catch a glimpse of the precious soul we seek.

WHEN SPEECH IS SILENT THE SILENCE SPEAKS VOLUMES

                                                         The beauty of nature is more pronounced in silence.

The lessons that life taught me.

Tue, 24 Nov 2009 15:45:20 +0100

Oh, sweet, so sweet !!!! and life taught me to be that sweet.

A--Accept
Accept people as they are, with their warts, eccentricities, their choices, their characters, their culture and their way of doing things even if you have difficulty understanding their beliefs, motives, or actions.

B--Break Away
Break away from stereotypes, from the box and its limitations, from the comfort zone and everything that stands in the way of what you hope to accomplish with your life.

C--Create
Create a network of friends on whose shoulders you can cry on with joy or sorrow, to whom you can shed the cocoon which you surrounded yourself with for fear of being hurt or ridiculed and to share life's moments with.

D--Decide
Decide that you'll heal the world as you spread peace, love and happiness to everyone whose life you touch. The humps and roadblocks you encounter along the way should make you even more determined.

E--Explore
Explore the world and experiment on your thoughts so that you come up with new inventions and innovations. That way you leave your mark in the world.

F--Forgive
Forgive those who hurt you and forget life's trials and tribulations. Unforgiveness only weigh you down and inspire sadness and sorrow. Soar above it, and remember that we all all make mistakes and would want other people to forgive us too.

G--Grow
Grow spiritually, emotionally and mentally, leaving the childhood monsters behind and know that they can no longer hurt you or stand in your way.

H--Hope
Never loose hope because if you do, you will lose the will to live. Just know that everything is possible to the one who believes.

I--Ignore
Ignore the negative voice inside your head that discourages you and over-criticises you and dissuades you from loving yourself. Focus instead on your vision and remember your accomplishments. Your past success is only a small inkling of what the future holds.

J--Journey
Journey to new worlds, new possibilities, by remaining curious, open-minded and eager to face challenges and grow. Change your world for the best and embrace the change.

K--Know
Know that no matter how bad things may seem at one moment, they'll always get better. When the storm is over the world is so peaceful and sweet.

L--Love
Let genuine love fill your heart for to love genuinely and be loved genuinely in return is to get a glimpse of heaven. If you have love, you don’t need to have anything else, and if you don’t have it, it doesn’t matter much what else you have. That just how important love is in everyone's life.

M--Manage
Manage your time and your expenses wisely with a budget that makes you live within your means, and you'll suffer less stress and worry which will enable you to experience peace and happiness in your life.

N--Notice
Never ignore the poor, infirm, helpless, weak, or suffering. Offer your assistance when possible, and always your kindness and understanding. Those less privileged than you are not lesser persons than you so treat them with respect as you would if they were celebrities.

O--Open
Open your eyes and admire the beauty around you for God created it especially for you to appreciate, even during the worst of times. Be thankful to God for creating such a beautiful world.

P--Play
All work and no play makes Jack and Jill very dull people so never forget to have fun along the way. Success means nothing when you didn't have fun as you climbed the rungs to success.

Q--Question
The person you are is a result of the questions you ask as you journey through life so ask many questions, because it is those questions and their answers that mold you into the person you are.

R--Relax
Refuse to let worry and stress rule your life for God only lets you carry burdens that he knows you are able to carry and solve.

S--Share
Share your talent, skills, knowledge, and time with others for everything that you invest in others will return to you many times over and by so doing you would have made your contribution to the world.

T--Try
Even when you fail the first time and your dreams seem impossible to reach, continue trying anyway and you'll be amazed by the success that perseverance will make you achieve.

U--Use
Use your gifts to your best ability for God chose to give you that particular talent so that you can use it for the betterment of mankind and talent that is wasted has no value and the talent that is used brings unexpected rewards.

V--Value
Value the friends and family members who've stood by you through thick and thin and be there for them always.

W--Work
Work hard every day to be the best person you can be, but never feel guilty if you fall short of your goals because every sunrise offers a second chance. There is so much much peace,happiness and pride in knowing that everything you have you got it through working with your own hands.

X--X-Ray
All that glitters is not gold, do not judge a book by its cover so X-ray the inner person by looking deep inside the heart of that person as you search for their inner beauty.

Y--Yield
Yield to genuine love, commitment , faithfulness, honesty, respect, trustworthyness, kindness and romance so that peace and happiness can follow.

Z--Zoom
Zoom to a happy place when bad memories or sorrow rears its ugly head so that those cherished memories of happy moments can sustain you during unbearable moments. Let nothing interfere with your inner peace and happiness so always focus on your abilities, your dreams, and a brighter tomorrow.

I mourn the slow death of book-reading

Wed, 18 Nov 2009 09:25:01 +0100

Book-reading is down and out and internet surfing is up and in, thanks to the invention of the electronic chip, the computer and the internet. Sadly books as the prime tool of mental training shuffles to the exit like a slapped clown. As a result the passionate convulotions of poetry and art are being pushed back out of the arena to make way for the sciences that resulted in this new technology age. The ancient education aim of making a person's mind, through book-reading only, a self-contained and instantly literate person of dignity and grace has gone by the board, as the classics and humanities are not given a fair chance as people rush to their computers. A fistful of digital expertise is now worth a headful of imaginative brilliance. The poets and artistic minds are gradually perishing on a collection of computers tended by a world full of the technology savvy intellectual vestals, virgin of any of the authentic raptures that first planted warmth in the entrails of the human race. The classical, book centred, literary education was a kind of course in compassion that served to sweeten the human race and without it me thinks the thoughts of man about men will become more boorish and sinisterly loveless.



I am a computer geek by profession and in fact my children and my friends always tease me that my husband is my laptop because I spend so many passionate moments on the net, blogging, designing customers' websites and networking. Fortunately the computer world has failed to completely takeover my life because I grew up as a bookworm and book-reading is so ingrained in me that computers have failed to completely erase it from my life. I give books part of the credit for the woman of substance I turned out to be, the knowledge I got from reading books moulded me. So my mourning the slow death of book-reading is based on a real life experience philosophic revulsion. I have, at odd moments, tried not to mourn , have fought with passion to see the growing pantomine of computer and internet techs as something other than noisome irrelevances that don't contribute much to the richness of character of human beings. I report little progress. Bill Gates I can forgive, because I want to believe that through corporate social responsibility part of the amount of money he makes out of computers contribute a lot to the improvement of the lives of some Americans but my heart hits the floor at the sight and thought of the crew of hackers, computer virus makers and spam generators he indirectly helped to beget.



I was mourning the slow death of book reading when I went to sleep last night and had a dream. It began off-key and hazy. I was standing at a peaceful river bank, it was quiet and cool in contrast with the lunatic din and hit that represents most of my awake moments in this world. Then came a group of my friends who in yesteryears belonged to the same book club as myself and we started to build a library right there at the quiet riverbank until it was a beautiful building full of classics and humanities books and we were librarians in it. I was interviewing each of the people who wanted to become a member of the library and this is how the interview was going.
Me Madam, there is no computer in this library and you are so used to computers, are you sure you can cope with a computer-free environment.
Girl Of course , it is the main reason I want to be a member of this particular library, computers distract me from reading books and keep my mind in cyberspace and away from the real world.
Me Good you have passed the interview
Me Sir, you are a scientist and this library has no science books, are you sure this is the library you want to join.
Man I am not lost, I want to be a member of this library, it will help me get in touch with humanity. Am sick and tired of boiling, splitting or dissecting things if not adding or subtracting them.
Me Then you are in the right place sir because here we believe in a kind of integrity whereby if things don't naturally want to expose their middles we would want you to leave them alone. What if some supernaturally wise and eternal thing came along with an urge to split the human, or dissect it? We also believe that two and two can do anything they like, we don't care if they don't make four or zero as long as they don't result in the invention of an electronic chip to computerise the human brain.




That was a funny dream I had and I woke up and laughed at the humour of it all but as book-reading experiences a slow death I won't be laughing when the ultimate result is a generation of people with robot-like cyber minds that is used to being aided by computers in everything they do such that their brains become functionless from lack of use. A generation of people who are unable to relate to each other without technology. Even love making can now be aided by dildos which have an electronic chip inside so can you imagine the coldness and inhuman attitude of such a generation. Real mental thoughts and emotional expressions are being replaced by computer-aided brains and emoticons.
Dear God, save the human race from being gobbled up by the computer race so that they become people without any traces of humanity in their deeds.

Some politicians have no conscience

Fri, 13 Nov 2009 13:34:04 +0100

Moralists have sought to persuade us that conscience is one of the most powerful agents in human behaviour. Now that reason and pity have agreed to regard hell-fire as a hateful myth, many good people have seen in conscience the chief safeguard that shall induce the human race to walk in the way of righteousness. Shakespeare has told us that conscience makes cowards of us all. Novelists and playwrights have described to us the pangs that assail the wicked, they have vividly pictured the anguish of a stricken conscience and the sleepless nights it occasions. They have shown it poisoning every pleasure till life is so intolerable that discovery and punishment comes as a welcome relief.

Looking at history and the destruction of human life, be it physically, emotionally, psychologically, socially or economically that dictator presidents, apartheid leaders and man like Hitler and Osama Bin Laden caused, I have often wondered if politicians have a conscience. Sometimes I have often wondered how much of all the talk about conscience is actually true. I understand moralists for making most people believe what they believe about conscience, because I know that moralists have an axe to grind, they must draw a moral. They know that if they say a thing often enough people will believe it. They are apt to state a thing is so when they consider it desirable that it should be so, when it helps people to live a righteous life. They tell us that the wages of sin is death, yet we know very well that it is not always so, otherwise most politicians would have died long back. I also understand the authors of fiction, the novelists, the playwrights and the directors of films for making us believe what we believe about conscience because they have to let an honourable theme come out from their works. When authors of fiction get hold of an effective theme they are disposed to make use of it without bothering very much whether it agrees with the facts of life. As a result certain statements about human nature become as it were common property and so are accepted as self-evident. In the same way painters for ages painted shadows black, and it was not till the impressionists looked at them with unprejudiced eyes and painted what they saw that we discovered that shadows were coloured. If we look with an unprejudiced eye at the deeds and misdeeds of some politicians and the destruction of lives their actions cause, we too will begin to see conscience with a different viewpoint.

It has sometimes struck me that perhaps conscience is the expression of a high moral development, so that its influence is strong only in those whose virtue is so shining that they are unlikely to commit any action for which they could seriously reproach themselves. It is generally accepted that killing a human being is a shocking crime, and it is the killer above all other criminals who is supposed to suffer the utmost remorse. His victim we have been made to believe, haunts his dreams in horrifying nightmares and the recollection of his dreadful deed tortures his working hours. If this were true how come (to name only a few) Idi Amin, Kamuzu Banda, Pik Botha, Hitler and Osama Bin Laden who ordered the killing of many innocent people did not go insane as the many lives they killed haunted their dreams in horrifying nightmares and tortured their waking hours. How come the men who ordered the Zimbabwe Green Bomber youth militia to go on a killing rampage targeting MDC supporters in the villages after the March 2008 elections are carrying on with life as normal as if they are not being haunted by those they killed. Where will be the conscience of these politicians when they order the killing and torture of people? If conscience is what we believe it is, then the conclusion we come to is that some politicians have no conscience. What is wrong with voters who vote for politicians who have no conscience into power.?

Our humanity lies in our conscience, it is the moral fibre that is the foundation of a humane society. It is our conscience that sets us apart from other living creatures. Without a conscience humans can become as wild as animals in the jungle and righteousness becomes elusive, an ungraspable illusion. I thank moralists, novelists, playwrights and directors of some films for instilling a good conscience in our lives with the themes of most of their stories and I hate politicians whose actions make us doubt everything that we were made to believe about conscience. Voters in the next elections make sure you vote for the candidate whose actions show that he/she has a conscience that leads him/her to do good for the people all the time.

Random thoughts

Wed, 11 Nov 2009 07:25:18 +0100

I have moved away from the rails
Most people, the vast majority in fact, lead the lives that circumstances have thrust upon them, and though some repine, looking upon themselves as round pegs in square holes, and think that if things had been different they might have made a better showing, the greater part accept their lot, if not with serenity, at all events with resignation. They are like tram-cars travelling forever on the self-same rails and they despise the sprightly flivver that dashes in and out of the traffic and speeds so jauntily across the open country. They go backwards and forwards, backwards and forwards, inevitably, till they can no longer and then are sold as scrap-iron. It is not often that you find a fascinating person who has boldly taken the course of his/her life into his/her own hands and moulded it to their own liking. At a cross-road it does seem to us that we might go either to the right or to the left and the choice once made it is difficult to see that the whole course of the world's history obliged us to take the turning we did. I have moved away from the rails and am enjoying every moment of it.

The true soulmates

The world is full of marriages but it is rarely that you see marriages between true soulmates and when you do encounter such a marriage from a distance you can feel the closeness between the two soulmates just by watching and observing them when they are together. I had the privilege of befriending a couple who are true soulmates. Agnes and TGJ are rather reserved people and when I first met them at the golf club were my ex-husband and I often frequented I couldn't help noticing that they were so much in love and very close to each other. Besides the love there was also a great friendship between them and their unity always rather reminded me of Viola and Sebastin in Twelfth Night, except these two were not lovers but siblings. When you visit them at their house you enjoy yourself because you can't help seeing how attached they are to one another. They think of the same things at the same time and they have little private jokes that make them laugh like children. They are so charming with one another, so gay and happy, that really to stay with them is always a spiritual refreshment. Everytime I leave them after visiting them I feel that I have absorbed some of their peace and their sober gaiety. It will be like my soul has been sluiced with cool clear water. I feel strangely purified and happy. Their love for each other is contagious.

I don't expect gratitude
Don't you think that it is a bit thick that when you've been thoroughly good to people they should go out of their way to do the dirty on you? It's such awful ingratitude but then one mustn't expect gratitude, it's a thing that no one has a right to. After all, you do good because it gives you pleasure. It is the purest form of pleasure there is and to expect thanks for it is really asking too much. If you get it, well it's like a bonus on shares on which you have already received a dividend, it is grand, but you mustn't look upon it as your due.

He loved me and never told me

Wed, 11 Nov 2009 12:42:31 +0100

A group of my friends were at a Zimbabweans and South Africans only dinner party in UK watching photos of yesteryears which were on a slideshow loaded on the host's desktop computer and reminscing about the good old Zimdays whilst watching the photos. When my photo filled the screen a male friend of mine who used to belong to the same book club as myself when we were teenagers asked Babra my friend who was hosting the party to freeze the slideshow so that he looks at my photo for some more minutes. She obliged and asked him to tell the party members what that picture reminded him of. He started talking and Babra switched on the tape recorder of her phone. This is what is recorded on the tape that Babra sent to me.

My secret admirer "This woman's name is Eusebia and we grew up together in Greendale and she has a good deal of character and is awfully attractive. There was always something poetic in her, a sort of lyrical quality, as it were, that coloured her movements, her acts and everything about her. It seemed to exalt her above common cares. There has always been something so candid in her expression, so courageous and independent in her bearing, that-oh, made other beauties in the neighborhood just flat and dull compared to her."
My secret admirer's wife "I remember you telling me about her when we started dating."
Babra " You speak as if you had been in love with her?"
My secret admirer " Of course I was. I should have thought you would have guessed that at once. I was frightfully in love with her but I never told her so we never had a love relationship?
Ike (Babra's husband) "What made the friendship feelings turn to love?"
My secret admirer "For many years I thought I just liked her as my friend until her elder brother Ephraim who was a medical student was stabbed by a knife and died in 1989 and when I saw her broken-hearted at the funeral my heart bled, it hurt me so much and I wanted to hold her in my arms and shield her from all the hurting in the world. It was then it suddenly struck me that what I felt for her was special, I don't know how to explain it but it was a sort of shattering turmoil that affected every bit of me and that feeling was love.
Ike "So why didn't you tell her that you loved her.?"
My secret admirer " I wanted to badly enough but I never gained the courage to say so. Although she was always so nice to me and so easy to get on well with and we were such good friends, I always felt there was something about her that made me feel inferior when I was with her. Although she was so simple, so frank and natural, you never quite got over the feeling of an inner kernel of aloofness, as if deep in her heart she guarded, not a secret, but a sort of privacy of the soul that not a living person would ever be allowed to know. I don't know if I make myself clear.
One of the male party members. "Maybe if you had declared your love you would have been the only person she would let into that private place."
My secret admirer " Maybe but I never got the courage to tell her that I loved her and up to now I regret not doing so. Her aloofness was not the reason because I found it quite captivating. It was strangely exciting to think that if she loved you and you were married to her you would at last pierce right into the hidden heart of that aloofness, and it would be as it were a consummation of all that you'd ever desired in your life.
One of the female party members "If you found her aloofness attractive then what exactly was it that made you hesitate to tell her that you loved her.?"
My secret admirer " What really made me not ask her is because I couldn't bear the thought that if I proposed to her and she refused me our friendship would never be the same again, there would be a tension between us. I enjoyed her friendship so much and didn't want my proposal to disturb that friendship. It made me so happy to be her friend and I wasn't sure if she loved me too. Babra did she love me too?
Babra "She never confided that to me, and anyway even if she had loved you, knowing her and her pride she would never had told anyone unless she was sure that the love was mutual."
My secret admirer "I saw her photo on facebook the other day and damn she still looks as beautiful and elegant as ever, her beauty has defied age. Funny enough what made me fall in love with her was not her looks, though they were quite alluring, with the tenderness and sweetness in her eyes and her sexy legs. What made me fall in love with her was the sensation of well-being when I was with her, she made me relax and be quite natural without putting up appearances because she was so down-to-earth. You felt she was incapable of meanness and it was impossible to think of her as envious of other people or catty. She seemed to have a natural generosity of soul.
Ike "Do you still love her?
My secret admirer "I can't answer that question because I am married and have four teenage children ."
My secret admirer's wife "Honey it is important to me that you answer that question."
My secret admirer "Of course I don't love her anymore, I love you my wife of sixteen years."

When I listened to the tape Babra sent to me yesterday I couldn't believe my ears and I cried till my eyes were red because I loved him too though I never dared tell a single soul because I thought that the love was not mutual. If human society was such that it was acceptable for a woman to make the first move or to propose to a man I would have told him that I loved him way back then and we would have got married to each other and not to the people we both eventually married. As it is, that love we shared secretly in both our hearts will forever remain in our dreams buried into history never to be consummated between us. What a waste. I will never forgive him for not telling me that he loved me.

Be romantic in love

Sun, 08 Nov 2009 12:04:01 +0100

Love is not found in a fast food wrapper
Quickly consumed, the left-overs tossed away.
There is much delight to be discovered and love nurtured
In a leisurely slowly paced gourmet meal.

Genuine romantic love must be allowed to breathe,
To be savored in delicate short sips not long gulps.
Inhale the rich fragrance, wallow in the aura
And then let if flow through your lips & discover the chemistry.

Ignore the temptation to rush the chef or to quickly consume the food
Hunger is surely sated when slowly appeased and not by fast food.
Admire the glowing of soft candlelight, the soft music in the background
While eyes meet and reveal the feelings deep within and hands touch.

Become acquainted with your dining mate, his or her every whim
Till the entrée is steaming and hot and looking so appetising
The meal will be then most delectable, most delicious, most scrumptious.
Patience rewarded with fondness sought and genuine love discovered.

When the dessert cart shines brightly before you, its time to salivate.
You can indulge in a treat divine that you do deserve.
As the sugar melts in your mouth give thanks and be very happy
For you allowed love to take its sweet time and that love will last a lifetime.