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“Henry! Where is this coming from?” you are probably asking, a little surprised at such impertinence. Let me ask, however, have you ever seen as the prettiest lady in the world, beautifully clad and resplendent in the most gorgeous dress? And I’m not talking of the ostentatious bedecking that ladies do nowadays, or of the indecent fashion meant to make a statement to the world. Instead, I am referring to beauty in its most natural and decent form. If you have seen such an angel of a lady, did you tell her she looked nice, that she was pretty that evening? Would you?


I was sitting in the library today, and then I stumbled upon this thought, and decided to pursue it to these lengths. I was able to notice that I was not especially frank when it came to my reaction about how ladies looked. I, however, hope to bank on your knowledge of the fact that beauty is such a subjective thing, and different people judge it differently. So why does this have to be a big deal? Well, it isn’t. Nonetheless, allow me explain what I mean.


As days go by, most people think more about themselves and little about anything or anybody else, so that today, if anyone gives something, they unconsciously expect the recipients of their kindness to be able to give it back. But does the world really work that way, and are we entitled to receive because we gave? When a man tells a lady she looks beautiful, I have noticed that most of the time, it usually has everything to do with the man and quite little to do with the lady. You look beautiful becomes a statement meant to affirm something in the man rather than in the lady, a statement mostly said in order for the man to get what he wants. That means that on most occasions, the statement is usually a lie. It could be what some people call gas-lighting. Is it right to praise someone when the praise is anything but sincere? I believe our aim should be to praise without flattering. Without lying. We lie when we tell people things we do not mean, things we do not believe to be true ourselves.


When it comes to crushes, it certainly is a much more complicated thing. Personally, I soon realized that I was usually a little beside myself when I was around a lady I thought I liked. I could tell all the ladies in the world how beautiful they were, but when there was something special about that lady in my heart, I rarely had the confidence to stand up to her and say those exact words I uttered freely to everybody else. Did that reveal anything? I think it did. It showed that whatever complement I put across was mostly determined by my own feelings and agenda, whatever they were, and rarely issued from a place of sincere appreciation. That’s so immature, and unfair, if you really think about it. I have since realized that all the anxiety that a man could ever have, in this case a good man; or a man who looks like a good man, mostly stems out from the fact that the man, despite his goodness, probably doesn’t have sincere intentions with the lady he thinks he likes. I hope you will now get what I mean when I say that a man becomes mature enough when he can commend his crush for her beauty, without any hints of trying to seduce her, or trying to make her fall in love with him. 


In his popular book How To Win Friends and Influence People , Dale Carnegie explains that the way to get people to like you is to be first genuinely interested in them without trying to get them to be interested in you. Aha, Henry and friends, I bet you can now see why you have been messing up your chances since the time you tried to win any lady’s affection. It is imperative that we become humble enough to admit that our lives are not that interesting after all, and neither are we the good people we are pretending to be, and are in fact, otherwise. The reasonable thing to do is to be interested in the lady in question without having any qualms of whether she will be interested in you or not; something that more or less goes along the line, I like you but it doesn’t matter if you don’t like me, I like you for the both of us. I hope you are wise enough to never say out loud anything like that previous statement. And just to be clear, it’s a joke.


What then? Give but expect nothing in return. Are you willing to love someone fervently despite not knowing if they will ever love you back? If you aren’t, is it even love in the first place? When you see her next time, tell her she looks nice, and mean it. Then walk away, forget about her, and focus on more important things. Don’t deceive yourselves with thoughts that she likes you as well because of a smile she gave you when you complimented her. What matters is that you meant what you said. And to the ladies, if he looks nice, tell him, but be careful not to say this to the immature ones who will then cling at your skirts henceforth because they interpreted an innocent compliment for a romantic interest.

Dear ladies,


I am not who you think I am. I am a good person, or at least I try to be, but I am not a great guy. When you spend a lot of time around me, it’s very likely that you will either hate me, or really like me. When you spend so much time around somebody, it’s easy to fall into the temptation of thinking you like them, even think you love them, but do you?


In the words of Shakespeare, ‘the whole world’s a stage, men merely players, and one man in his life plays many parts.’ I as well, have many masks, donning the one that suits the occasion. When it counts I am able to put on my best behavior. I’ll be able to command the decorum if need be, even exude the right kind of mien, but will you use a single conversation to judge me, will you summarize my life based on just one or two conversations. Are you sure you know me, or do you just have but an idea of who I am? What do you want to believe about me? do you think I can be that good, that perfect, consistently? Everyday? You don’t see me as I am, but as I appear to be.


At first, love appears to be something that unconsciously comes to us. It feels as though its something we are compelled to do. But thereafter love is a choice that we have to make everyday. Infatuation is a beautiful thing, but there comes a time when it all wanes away, and the energy dies of, after that love becomes a deliberate choice we have to make. What if I will get to meet a lady who is more beautiful than my wife, will it be a reason to love my wife less? In youthful passion, when our blood runs hot,



as Polonius would say concerning Hamlet in the famous tragedy, how prodigious the tongue lends vows. We may entertain fancies and fantasies, we may hold on to chimeras when there is no price to pay, because love seems a beautiful thing when it costs us nothing, but at the slightest inconvenience reality intrudes. We realize we never loved, and if we did, we only loved ourselves, or just loved the idea of being in love.


I am pretending, and when we finally get married, I don’t think I could keep the pretense for that long. I cannot keep wearing the mask. At some point I will get irascible, I will shout at you when in frustration, I will not want to see you or anyone else for a week. Is this the life you will want? May be you want it before you have it. Because you like me you want to believe I am a good person, but I am putting it down candidly when I say that I am not. If anything, I can only hurt you, I can only break your heart. All that may even sound like a beautiful thing abstractly, until I actually do that to you. Akipenda chongo huita kengeza.


Randolph Bourne in his essay The Handicapped, addresses the relationships men have with ladies. ‘Why does society assume that every relationship a man has with a woman has to be romantic?’ he asks. ‘How degrading!’ I can almost hear him sigh. When a handicapped man makes friends with a lady, it is mostly true friendship because no one is trying to be good; they are just being themselves. The handicapped man has no need to perform, to have the lady think highly of him; the lady on her part doesn’t try to impress a handicapped man. That way falsehood is stripped away, and there can only be truth, even if in part. That is the nature of true love, it isn't trying to gain anything; it isn’t thinking about itself, and what’s in it for it. You dread thinking that by loving me you are in love with yourself, but it’s the truth. You don’t love me, neither do I you; I don’t want to waste my time trying to make myself believe I do. If you haven’t been able to make yourself happy all this while, why do you think I will now be able to make you happy?


The one thing older people have that we lack is perspective. We see a part, and try to make the whole fit that part. Older people see the whole, and then fit the parts into the whole. They have perspective. They have experienced life, and life has taught them not to just see what they want to see. You may enjoy twenty minutes of my time, but that doesn’t mean you will enjoy thirty years of marriage with me.


I am growing to know myself, many of you are as well. Are you sure you know what you want already. Why marry a man, and then after a year realize you actually do not love them. Everything seems to be telling you that you won’t be happy, but you still think how beautiful it would be to spend your life with this person. The universe whispers until it shouts. Why do you want me to lie to you, I don’t know myself well enough by now to be sure whether I love you or I am just enjoying the fantasy of being in love with you.


When we are paying attention to something, the thing usually exalts itself to the point of seeming so important. Becoming important simply by virtue of us paying attention to it. But is it something that we will always be looking at. There’s a joke I once heard, ‘sometimes its hunger that makes me like a lady, but when I am full, I come back to my senses.’ ( it sounds better is Swahili) Could it be that you are just hungry? Could it be that you are just bored, jaded, tired and love has so exalted itself to that place of importance.


May be you know hate me, “just how insensitive can someone be!’ you are probably saying. May be you have always hated me; may be you just don’t care. I broke your heart. Could it be because you chose to entertain an idea of me? Suddenly I stopped doing what you thought I should have been doing; I step out of a notion you had of me. Was it my mistake? Why’d you believe that anyone could be that good, that I could be that good. Why did you debase yourself so much as to think a lady such as yourself, beautiful and gracious, that an idiot like me would ever deserve you. When there are many other better people than myself, why did you still choose me? You know you deserved better, and it was your mistake you looked no other way. I can only hope you learnt your lesson.


Why can’t we just be friends? Why do we have to take it farther? Why do we have to make ourselves slaves to such caprices that will only break our hearts? Is it fair that I demand a relationship when we are so better as friends? What happiness would dating add to our companionship that we do not yet enjoy as friends? When you are my friend I won’t have to pretend, we won’t have to pretend. We will still be friend even if we won’t talk for a month. Yes, we won’t have to talk everyday. You wont feel terrible about me not always focusing on you; you will understand that you are not my whole world, that I have other things to do as well.


May be I will get better, but it’s likely that I will get worse. It’s good that you have so much hope, but why believe in me so much when I don’t believe in myself. If I don’t love you, truly love you, is it a likely thing that the intenseness of your love will make me fall in love with you? I don’t want to love you because I have pity on you, I don’t want to love you because it is expedient. I want to love you because it is a choice I’m making; because I can never be happy with anyone else as long as you walk on this planet. Retine vim istam, falsa enim dicam, si coges


I don’t love you. If I say I do, know its another one of my lies.

Restrain your violence, for I will lie if you force me.




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